Page 131 of Illicit Temptation

I’m feral for it. I am an O’Rourke, after all.

Trace growls in my ear. “I need to bury my cock inside you.”

I brush the front of his pants and find his long steely cock throbbing. “Take me. You own me.”

He hisses at the contact. “Aye, I do, Mrs. Quinlan.”

I bite my lip hearing that, especially how proudly he claims me as his. And in a few hours, I’ll officially andproudlytake that name in front of enough family that no one will question my place at his side.

“Right now, I needallof you,” he says, lifting away my soft cotton nightgown with both hands. “I need you to submit every inch to me. Can you do that, love?”

Traces pushes his pants down and wrenches his cock free from tight black briefs that drive me crazy. Wearing a white shirt speckled with dried blood and unbuttoned enough to expose his chest tats, he lines himself at my entrance.

I cry out at how hard he is when he pushes roughly inside me.

“Fuck, this is so hot.” A lusty satisfied moan, deep and throaty, leaves Trace’s lips. “Jesus, you’re still so tight. I worry I’ll tear this cunt apart by fucking you so rough.”

Everything else washes away and the room spins in heady bliss as he takes me. A fiery buzz reaches every single one of my cells. I bite down on my lower lip, wanting to scream from the rocketing pleasure. The pressure builds and my eyes are ready to roll in the back of my head.

“My God, wife,” Trace hisses. “Your cunt is the eighth fucking wonder in this damn world.” He pulls out but thrusts back in, again and again in a rhythm that will destroy me. “You’re so fucking wet. The second I entered you in Vegas, it hit me. I never felt anything as good as your cunt.”

Trace arches his hips to get deeper inside me. With my leg thrown over his shoulder as if he’s an untamed male cat with a barbed cock, he locks us together. He’s so deep inside me that I feel like we can never come apart.

His hips slap against the back of my thighs, and hisballs, tight and firm, tease my ass, he has me spread so wide. Heat crawls up my spine, and my womb starts to slowly clench, aching with need.

I tremble, my fingers going numb with pleasure as my nails dig into his bloodied shirt. My breathing shallows out as my climax storms through me.

“Christ love, the way you come around my cock.” Trace closes his lips around the base of my throat. “Fuck, I’m coming.” His cock pulses inside me as he fills me with hot cum.

Pressed against me, his face buried in my hair, he moans and cries out as my inner walls tighten around him.

“It gets better and better, doesn’t it?” I whisper.

“No pressure,” he laughs and kisses me. “Fuck, I’m a mess.” Trace pushes off the bed, leaving me aching and quivering.

“I think you mean me.” I struggle to breathe.

“Not even close. Give me a minute to shower.”

My phone buzzes, and I’m so high from the sex that I’m ready to blow off the call. I’m guessing it’s someone responding about helping me out with a new wedding dress. I don’t have the energy for that. I’ll let Trace pick out one from the plain ones Erin sent over. He’d rather me be in a sack anyway.

But when I lift my phone, I realize, that’s not what buzzed. It was my other phone. The burner in my nightstand. The only time that phone rings is when there’s trouble. I bolt straight up still naked and dripping with, sweat, cum, or drool. Maybe all three?

I reach into my nightstand for the phone, the only item in there. My dildo mysteriously vanished.

Seeing Cormac’s alias on the caller ID doesn’t lessen the fear.

Ma...

“Hey,” I say, softly preparing for some kind of blow.

“Turn on the news.”

Now, I’m even more terrified that there’s been some horrible incident with my brothers, and it’s been made public.

“What’s going on, Cor? Talk to me.”

“Channel 7, do it.” Cormac hangs up.

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