Page 68 of Dublin Brute

That’s my girl. She’s wet and willing and smells so fucking good my release is burning hot and building before we even get started.

There’s no nuzzling or sweet butterfly kisses for us tonight. I press into her entrance and am balls deep inside her with one glorious thrust. “Yes! Oh, how I’ve needed you.”

I laugh at the vocal outburst. Either she’s been left wanton for too long or my girl is really finding herself. As much as I want to pursue that, I want to get us both off more.

I doubt anyone will hear us with the thundering music of the club all around us, but I’m not willing to take that chance. Wrapping my arms around her, I move us deeper into the room and pin her against the one-way glass wall facing out to the dance floor.

Now she can cry out my name at the top of her lungs and no one will hear her. In fact, I’m looking forward to it.

“You fill me so good. Can you feel me pulsing around your cock?”

“Aye. I feel you, beautiful.” I swallow, closing my eyes, focusing on not going off early. Nora talking dirty to me is hotter than hell, but I wasn’t expecting it.

I love it a little too much.

Shoving her skirt up to her waist and out of my way, I hook my arms so I can spread her legs wider and get deeper. Her head falls back, and she lets off a throaty cry. “You’re rubbing my clit. Yes, that!”

Her orgasm detonates and her inner muscles grip and release, milking my cock with a vice grip. She’s got one hand clenched in my hair, the other tightened in the back of my shirt, and she’s grinding and riding me like a wild woman.

I fucking love it.

Panting, she meets my gaze, her blue eyes blazing into mine. “More.”

She’s so wound up. I know I can make her come again. But it’s her demand that snaps my self-restraint. I drop my mouth to the bare skin of her neck, alternating between biting and kissing.

The sting of pain. The rush of pleasure.

Her pussy pulses around me as another rush of wet heat hits my cock. The wet slapping of flesh-on-flesh echoes in the room, punctuating every greedy thrust of nailing her hard and fast against the wall.

“So wet for me.”

“Always.”

I continue my assault, drawing my tongue up the racing pulse of her throat. The walls of her pussy are clenching, building toward another release. When I get to her ear, I nip at her earlobe and growl. “Come again, angel. Scream for me.”

And that’s it.

She throws her head back, screams my name, and there’s no way I can hold back.

Heat explodes from the base of my spine, and I’m blinded by the force of my orgasm breaking free. It’s fucking bliss. I’ve needed this more than the breath in my lungs, more than anything.

My world detonates and as my cum spills free, I rock into her, tipping my head back and letting off a grunt of pure, carnal pleasure. I can finally breathe again.

Three weeks. Three fucking weeks I’ve been burning for her.

Tag sent me to get a job done, but even without his plan, I wouldn’t have lasted much longer. A day or two…a week at most.

No. This is my home—my happy place.

Buried deep inside the pulsing pussy of Nora with our spent cum leaking out of her and dripping down my balls. This is me.

This isus.

Nora

It takes a while before Brendan and I catch our breath enough to talk, but that’s fine. It’s not like I’m suffering, being wrapped in his possessive embrace. His cock is still inside me, but too soon, he eases free. I miss him immediately.

With our hungers momentarily sated, he carries me over to the leather couch and lays me on my back. Standing over me, he slides the used condom off and winks. “Relax there for a bit, angel. I’ll grab something from the jacks and clean you up.”

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