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He groans deep and low, “Don’t tease me like that, Britt.”

A smirk pulls at my lips, “Oh, is that one of your kinks, sir?”

“It hasn’t been until right now, but I think it may be.”

Deciding to be bold, I sit up and gently grip his hard cockin my hand through the barrier of his sweats, “Please, sir. I need you. Please fuck me.”

I’m not sure who or what moves first, it all happens in a blur of limbs, and bodies, but when my brain catches up I’m under him, he’s shucked his sweats, my hands are together above my head clasped in one of his much larger ones, and his other hand has me by the throat. He’s not hurting me or cutting off my airflow. He’s just making sure he has my full attention. I wiggle under him so turned on I can barely stand it. The cool air from the ceiling fan making everything more sensitive. I’m about to crawl out of my skin if he doesn’t do something soon.

“On edge, Brave Girl?”

“Kieran, please.”

He watches me for a moment searching my face for something that he must find because he removes his hands and grabs a condom. After he’s sheathed himself he lines up before smirking at me and slowly, and I do mean slowly pushes his way inside. Every nerve ending on my body is like a live wire, the stretch burns so deliciously that I realize I’m addicted to it. Kieran finally bottoms out and holds still waiting for me to adjust.

“Okay, Mo Stóirín this is how this is going to work. You are going to hold off until I tell you that you can come. Come before then and I don’t let you come for a week. Understood?”

I’m crazy, that’s the only explanation for my reply. “Who says we’re doing this again?”

A dark smirk pulls at his lips as he pulls back about halfway then pushes himself back in, both of us moan in sync. “Yeah, we’re doing this again.” He repeats the motion. “And again” another time, “and again.” This time he pulls all the way backbefore surging his hips forward and finding his pace. His hand finds its way to my throat again where he squeezes the sides gently.

“You gonna be a good girl for me, Brittany?”

He loosens his grip enough for me to respond, “Yes, sir.”

11

Chapter Eleven

Kieran

Yes, sir.” Fuck, I wasn’t lying when I said that that’s never been a big thing for me until now. When Brittany says it though? My whole body lights up, and I have to actively try to not come like a chump. Tightening my grip around her throat, just slightly, I pick up my pace. I’m also not lying when I tell her, “Dammit you have the most perfect pussy.” Her inner walls flutter causing me to groan then smirk.

“You like that Mo Stóirín? You like hearing how perfect this beautiful cunt is?”

“Kieran!” She half moans half screams, and because I love nothing more than to torture her, I up my pace and trail my fingers down her body. My fingers trail lightly over her already hard nipples before slowly working their way down until I’m teasing around exactly where she wants me but nottouching it, not yet. Her hips buck as she lets out a huff of frustration. I slow my pace just as she clamps down on my dick. Laughing at her obvious annoyance.

“Not yet, Brave Girl. You left me worried for half the day.” I continue to bring her to the edge just to switch pace or remove my fingers from her clit. Once she’s a sweaty, moaning mess full of desperation I decide to take mercy on her. My fingers rub tight circles over her as I set the pace she’s been craving all along.

“Come for me. Show me how stunning you are when you shatter under me.” I tighten my grip on her throat just slightly, and that’s all it takes before her climax washes over her taking her under. I follow right behind her catching myself on my forearms as my orgasm racks my body.

Once I catch my breath and come back to earth I check Britt over noticing she’s teetering on unconscious. Shit. My hands rub her arms as I gently kiss all over her face, neck, and jaw while whispering for her to come back to me. Logically, I know her orgasm was just that intense and she needs a minute but I don’t like this. Her eyes flutter open and lock on mine.

“Welcome back, Brave Girl.”

“Holy shit, Kieran that was— I don’t even know.”

“Good ‘I don’t even know’ or bad?” I say through my smile. I know the answer, my ego just needs to hear it.

“Good, so fucking good.” She wraps her arms around me and shuts her eyes.

“Nap. I’m going to reheat our food, let Clara know you’re alive, then I’ll wake you up.”

She doesn’t protest, she just yawns and nods. I get up to take care of the condom but I can’t help myself. She’s fucking stunning.

“Hey, Britt?”

“Hmm?”

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