Page 34 of Dublin Devil

“I’m not made like other girls, then.”

“No. You’re not. But as things stand, your father would burn down the city and Tag would lose his mind if they found out. Lives would literally be lost.”

That’s pretty much what I was thinking, too.

“But we have this moment.” His hand is resting on my bare hip, and I shift it down to where I’m wet for him. “And unless you brought a nightstick to bed with you, it feels like you’ve got something I want.”

He chuckles against my neck, the warmth of his breath making my nipples tighten. “Are you sure you’re not sore?”

“I’m tender, not sore, and was raised never to waste an opportunity. So, if you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Quinn, I’d like you to slide that lead pipe you’ve got back there inside me. I’m not sure once is enough to truly say I’m not a virgin anymore.”

His hand bypasses my core and when he lifts my thigh to open my legs, he inches forward from behind. “I don’t think there are degrees of virginity, my little sex kitten. But if it makes you feel better, I’m willing to put in the time until you’re confident.”

“Time is nice, but I’m more interested in you putting in your cock.”

He chuckles. “Who am I to disappoint?”

He shifts behind me and grips my hip, careful not to touch my side. He slides through the heat he calls from me and presses forward. I am sore, but I won’t waste any opportunity to feel him inside me.

In this position, he doesn’t get as deep as he did last night, but I feel just as deliciously full.

“It’s amazing how different it feels from behind.”

“I wish you weren’t hurt. I’d get you on your knees and really give it to you.”

Images of that explode in my mind. Sean gripping my hips and slamming into me with both of us on our knees. Bracing my palms against the mattress, to take every thrust. The slap of flesh on flesh…

The muscles gripping him pulse in response, another rush of cream slicking his cock. “I want to try that.”

“Not yet, kitten. There are so many ways I want to fuck you, but not with your ribs so sore.”

“They are better every day.” I close my eyes, my breath escaping as he brushes his fingers over my clit and through the moisture between my legs. “A couple more days and I’ll be ready to take anything you give me.”

He laughs. “Ribs can hurt for a month.”

“I’m tougher than I look, and you have no idea how determined I am.”

“I look forward to finding out.”

His fingers rub over the sensitive bundle of nerves at my core and my release builds. I arch against the slow and steady thrusts from behind and grind against his touch. “It feels so good when you touch me.”

“Good. That’s right where I want you to be.”

Last night, I was nervous about how much it would hurt and how much I might bleed, but this is just nice. It’s lazy and sexy and I can focus on how good it feels.

And wow, it feels good.

Sean is a powerful man, and he knows how to use his body. I’m quite content to lie here and be the recipient of all this attention.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Is that good or bad?”

He grunts and shifts his hips for another luxurious in and out. “It’s incredible. Your pussy is squeezing me so hard I’m losing my mind.”

“Well, good. I want to leave a lasting memory.”

“You do. And when you lose it, and your insides pulse and grip my cock, there’s no way I’ll be able to hold back. You feel way too good.”

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