Page 51 of Dublin Brute

Damn.How am I supposed to deny him anything when he looks at me like that?

I lift my hips so he can slide my jeans down my thighs enough to gain the access he wants. I’m wet for him, so wet that I’ll likely have to change into the Dr. Strange underwear after he’s done with me.

Giving in, I grip the hem of his T-shirt and pull it up and over his shoulders. With a bit of readjustment, all the chiseled musculature of his upper body is mine for touching, and I toss his shirt away. “You are so beautiful.”

My hands glide over the ridges of his hot flesh and he groans, his hand sliding beneath the elastic waistband, keeping him from where I so desperately need him. “Not half as beautiful as you,mo chroi.”

The endearment makes me gasp.Mo chroiis Irish for ‘my heart’, and it rolls off his tongue like it was meant for me. It doesn’t matter that it’s only been a week. Brendan has become my heart as well.

I curl my fingers in his hair and pull him to my mouth. His tongue is possessive and dominant, and I let him take control of the kiss. Crushed together as we are, I breathe him deep into my lungs with every panting breath.

Leather, cologne, and a rich, masculine scent that makes my core weep with need.

Brendan is everywhere at once and I’m lost in the delicious pleasure of his kiss. My pussy throbs, aching for his touch. He finds my clit, swollen and slick, and I cry out as he rubs the pad of his middle finger over the tight bundle of nerves.

“Yes!” I throw my head back and close my eyes, lost in the bliss of him taking things further and stroking two fingers through my wet folds.

“Fucking hell, you’re not just wet, angel. You’re dripping for me.”

The heat of my blush warms my cheeks, but I don’t care. If this is our moment, I’m going to enjoy it. “I can’t help it. You’ve totally gotten under my skin.”

Brendan

Fucking hell.It’s a good thing my cock is safely tucked away because if the big guy was getting even the slightest attention right now, I’d blow my load and go off early. That is not the first impression of my sexual prowess I want to make.

I swirl my finger through the cream at Nora’s entrance and fight not to growl like the animal she brings out in me. Never have I felt such a primal drive with a woman.

Never.

She makes the cutest feminine whimper as I coat my fingers in her juices, and it’s killing me to hold back. If I had my way, we’d be naked and fucking like we both want to.

But despite her desires, she still has reservations.

She wants me—that’s no longer in question. Even if she hadn’t admitted it, her pupils are blown wide and the moment I touched her, a rush of silky wet heat met my fingers. I’m not the only one holding back.

“I’m so fucking hungry for you, angel. I can’t wait to press inside you and feel you squeezing my cock.”

She whimpers, her hips bucking as she rides my hand.

“I’ve dreamed about being inside you all week. How tight you’d be stretched around my cock. How good your insides will milk me for everything I’ve got.”

I slip a finger inside her and she rocks her hips, urging me in deeper. “You want more,mo chroi?”

She mumbles something inaudible and I chuckle. “Use your words, Nora. Tell me what you like—what you need.”

“I need more,” she groans, slapping the back of my hand where it grips her mons.

I crook a second finger inside her and rub against her G-spot. She cries out and then clamps her lips together as her pussy walls grip my fingers tight, throbbing with hungry squeezes.

I bite back a laugh. “Don’t hold back on my account, angel. If you want to scream, have at it. No one will hear you. It’s just the two of us here.”

She’s close. And by the panting of her breath and the way her eyes just rolled back into her head, she’s going to shatter for me. I pick up the pace, working my fingers insider harder, deeper, as I rub faster over her clit. “Don’t hold back, angel. Let the pleasure take you. Give me everything you’ve got.”

The sound of my name tearing from her throat as her orgasm tears through her is the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard. Her body tenses around my fingers, and she’s lost to the waves of her release.

Fucking beautiful…Too fucking beautiful… Oh, fuck…

My breathing hitches as the pressure at the base of my spine breaks free and hot cum spills into my boxers. I clench my jaw and fight to keep still enough to not disturb Nora in her post-orgasm bliss.

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