Page 19 of Kick Out of It

“Please,” she begs sweetly, and I reward her by pressing two fingers inside her. She’s so fucking tight, I’ll likely come the instant I’m inside her. “Fucking hell, that feels good.”

I lift my free hand and bring it down with more force than the first one, leaving a matching red handprint on her other arse cheek. Her moans are louder, music to my ears as she takes my fingers. Rubbing the beautiful mark, I bend to kiss it as I did the other, and can’t help my grin when she backs up into me.

“Are my fingers not enough, darlin’. I can’t give you three; I don’t want you to be sore today.”

“Please, Ronan, I need more.”

I spank her arse, making her tighten around my fingers. Her whimpered sighs fill the room and I carefully add a third finger to her tight cunt. She screams out in ecstasy as I pick up the pace curling my fingers. My hand stings and the need to feel it again overcomes me. I spank her a few more times, a bit more gentle than before, not wanting to hurt her. My fingers tingle and I relish the sensation. A final crack to her arse and she comes for me, her pussy pulsing around me as I continue my pace, prolonging her orgasm.

“Two,” she cries out and satisfaction fills me.

“That’s it, beautiful. You did so fucking well.” I don’t slow down, loving how she’s soaking the sheets beneath us. “Give me one more.”

“I don’t think I can,” she sighs, still recovering from her last one.

“Tell me to stop and I will, but I know you can take it. One more and my cock is all yours.”

Nora lets out a full laugh. “All mine? Is it a consolation prize for coming?”

“I’m a man of my word.” I kiss her lower back, then nip at her arse. “I promised five, you have three to go.” Snaking my arm around her middle, I pull her back flush with my chest. “I want to take you just like this.” She rests the back of her head on my shoulder and I slide my hand lower to circle her clit. I can’t help peppering kisses to every inch of her shoulders and neck as she shivers against me. “You’re doing amazing, darlin’. So fucking perfect.”

“Don’t stop.” Reaching up to cup my neck, she keeps my lips on her skin. In a single morning, she’s ruined me for any other woman, and I haven’t even fucked her yet. I increase the pressure on her clit and she screams out, “Four!”

I graze my teeth against her, then leave a second bright red mark on the side of her neck. I hope she’ll wear her hair down for a week; I don’t want anyone but me to see it. “That was three, Nora.”

Sagging against me, she groans, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it was only three.” I lay us down on the mattress, and wrap her in my arms. “I still have half an hour. You can rest, but I’m taking my last two before I have to go.”

As much as I hate to leave her, I get up to retrieve a couple glasses of water. It’s the longest two minutes of my life. When I return, she’s under the sheets and sits up to take a glass from me. I’m surprised my muscles haven’t seized up; it’s going to be a gruelling workout this morning with my mates.

I finish my water in long gulps, then set the glass down on my nightstand. As I climb into bed with her, she keeps the sheet clutched to her chest, sipping her water. I yank it down, taking her by surprise and spilling a little water. “Ronan!” She pulls the sheet up and I tug it down again. “What are you doing?”

“You’re beautiful, I don’t want you hiding from me.”

Nora blushes, takes a few more sips of her water, and sets it next to my empty glass. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leans in to kiss me. It starts slow, sweet, and I swear my soul leaves my body every time her lips meet mine. Sliding my hand into her hair, I briefly deepen our kiss, but she breaks away, kissing down to my neck, my collarbone and chest. I flinch when she reaches my stomach, and she looks up with earnest eyes.

“You’re injured. Was it from the match?”

“Aye, but don’t worry about me. I’ll be going in for a long massage after my workout.”

She cocks an eyebrow, still moving down my body and settling between my legs. “I should warn you, I get jealous. I hope he’s a big Swedish man named Lars.”

“Her name is Kim,” I tease and she scrunches her nose. “Who is into women. Her girlfriend is very pretty, though.”

Nora hooks her fingers into the sides of my boxers and slides them down, freeing my aching cock. I help myself out of themthe rest of the way and haphazardly toss them onto the floor. She licks once up my shaft, making my cock twitch. “I hope she’s as good with her hands as I am with my mouth.”

In a swift motion, Nora takes all of me—every fucking inch—until her lips are at the base. She doesn’t gag, and I’m feeling a bit self conscious that I’m not as big as I thought I was. But, fucking hell, her mouth is amazing. She pulls off me with an audible pop and chuckles, “Well, this was fun, I should go.” I freeze, wondering if she’s actually serious. My fear must be written all over my face when she bites her lip, grips my cock, and swirls her tongue around the head. “So, no jokes while shagging. Got it.”

I sit up and wrap her legs around me. “Jokes about leaving? No.” Her slick cunt is pressed against me. If I moved a couple inches, I could slide her onto me bare. “Fuck, Nor, I’m dreading saying goodbye to you in”—I check the clock—“twenty six minutes.”

“You’re acting like you’re about to go off to war,” she laughs, brushing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Few days?” I flip her onto her back, making her giggle. They’re cut short when I slide the length of my cock against her clit. “Come by tonight.”

“I can’t. I need to get settled in at my new flat.”

My forehead falls to her shoulder and I groan, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I forgot about Leo.”

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