Page 110 of Dublin Brute

I ease my head back to look up at him, reading the fierce protectiveness burning in his emerald green eyes. A shiver runs down my spine at the intensity there. “Thank you for giving me a home and for making me part of your family.”

He brushes away my tears with his thumb, his touch infinitely gentle despite the strength I know those hands possess. “The Quinns protect their own. You’ll never be alone again. I promise you that.”

I curl into his embrace, letting his steady heartbeat soothe my grief. Here in his arms, surrounded by his strength and devotion, I finally found the woman I want to be.

I press a hand against his broad chest and free a button on his shirt. “You know what would make this housewarming moment even better?”

He arches an ebony brow, biting his bottom lip. “Tell me, angel.”

“Christening our room to begin our life.”

He slides a warm hand under the bottom of my shirt and splays his fingers across my ribcage. “Technically, we’ve christened this room half a dozen times, at least.”

“But not since I finished unpacking.”

“I stand corrected. A christening is definitely called for.”

I finish unbuttoning his shirt and fling the two sides open to expose his incredibly fine chest. “Stay there. Let me have some fun.”

He chuckles. “Whatever you want, angel. Have at it.”

Rolling up onto my knees, I unbutton his jeans. When he lifts his hips, I tug them down his thick, muscular thighs and then his boxers are the next to go. I leave the dress shirt on and lying open, because it’s sexy AF, and then I hurry to get naked.

“I’m liking this more and more,” Brendan says.

Crawling up the bed on my hands and knees, I grip his cock in my hand and bring it to my mouth. With our gaze locked, I lick the glistening pre-cum off his swollen crown.

“Fucking hell, angel. Do you know what you do to me?”

I do, because he has the same effect on me.

I suck his length into my mouth and squeeze the base of his shaft while I ride him root to tip with my mouth. The groan that rumbles out of his chest as his hips rise to meet my ministrations is pussy-pulsingly hot.

Before he gets carried away and starts fucking my mouth, I stop sucking him off. Losing suction has me coming off his cock with a wetpopand then I rise to my knees. “Now that we’re both primed, I’m going to ride you and use you as my sexual plaything.”

“Aye, that’s an amazing idea. I volunteer as tribute.”

I chuckle and swing my leg over his hip, positioning until his hard cock is probing the wet heat of my entrance. When I take him inside me, the stretch and slide is so good both of us groan. My eyes drift closed, and I press my hands on his chest. “So good.”

He grunts, gripping my hips, urging me on. “You have no idea.”

Looking down on him, seeing all those honed muscles flexing beneath me, my release builds inside me. My pussy clenches around his length and I throw my head back, riding him hard and fast.

“That’s it, angel. Take everything you need from me.” Brendan’s thumb finds my clit and I suck in a breath, chasing the orgasm coiling deep within.

“Our life begins today,” Brendan gasps, his words matching the rhythm as I ride the length of his cock.

“There is nothing before you.”

“Nothing after.”

“Only you, angel.”

His words, punctuated by his ragged breath, are my undoing. My fingernails dig into his chest as I come apart. His grip on my hips tightens as he fucks me through my orgasm. “Brendan, yes!”

He curses and his hips still as he pikes forward. The thick muscles at the side of his neck tighten as he grunts and empties his release into me.

Collapsing forward, I lay on his chest. When his arms wrap around me, I’m caged against his broad chest and I couldn’t want for anything more.

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