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The waves of pleasure were building to the crescendo that would push me over the edge. I could feel the intensity of it coming, and I knew it would be an explosive orgasm. I was almost scared of what it would do to me, but I didn’t have a chance to overthink it as his fingers drove into me to match his tongue and I arched further off the bed as a scream ripped from my throat as my orgasm tumbled over me. With every wave, he continued to lap at me until every last bit of my orgasm ebbed.

“Don’t even think about falling asleep,” he growled, his voice dark and gravelly. “Even if you do, I’ll fuck you anyway.”

I felt a spark shoot through me at the promise. I probably should have been turned off by it, but the possessiveness of it, the way he was going to take what he wanted, something about it made me shoot to life.

He yanked my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed before flipping me over so I was lying on my belly. His hand came down on my ass cheek so hard, I was sure everyone in the house heard it. The burn where his hand landed was causing my pussy to pulsate.

I moaned when he repeated it on the other side. I could only imagine how red my ass looked right now.

“You like it rough,” he uttered, more of a statement than a question. I didn’t want to tell him how much I loved it. It was usually a turn off when you told someone you just met how much you wanted to be dominated in bed. “That’s good.”

The last two words did things to me that I could never explain. I felt my pussy beginning to grow slick with my arousal all over again.

He yanked my ass up, kicking my ankles out. I held my hands out to keep myself upright on the bed as he slid his cock into me with ease.

I heard him grunt from behind me, as he slowly pulled himself out. I could have cried at the loss of him filling me but within seconds he was sliding back in, so deep that I was sure he’d leave an imprint of himself behind, and possibly ruin me for all other men.

He shoved me further into the bed, my shoulders in line with my face as he pulled my ass up higher. The depth he was getting to was breaking me. I moaned, my eyes involuntarily rolling back into my skull as he grabbed my hips and began to jack rabbit into me from behind. I could barely breathe, my hair falling into my face as he assaulted my clit with his balls.

He slowed as his hand moved to my hair and yanked it back, the delicious pain rocketing down my spine and to my pussy which was now squeezing his cock, my release imminent as I screamed, pushing up on my hands so I could stretch my back out. He kicked at my ankles more and I collapsed again on the bed, my neck being pushed out as he yanked my hair back.

“Shit,” he groaned as I felt my spasms overwhelm my body, my hips bucking of their own will and then it hit me, hard and fast, as my pussy clamped around his cock as I came, unable to breathe as my body took what it needed from him.

He tumbled over into his own release right after me, and slumped onto my back. The only sound was both of us panting for air.

When he pulled his cock from me I whimpered, missing how he felt inside of me. Slowly, I was able to move so I could breathe on my own, his hand still wrapped around my hair. He didn’t let it go. I laid beside him, feeling completely satiated, like never before.

Lorcan O’Farrell was a beast of a man.

How I wish he could bemy beast, but I’d settle for mind blowing sex any day of the week.

Lorcan

Killian was never one to knock and wait to enter. It meant he’d walked in on me naked, slamming into a woman. He never cared. He’d smirk, tell me what he needed and leave, making me realise I needed to invest in locks for the doors in the house, even though I hated them.

I sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes at the intrusion and groaned when I saw him, standing there with a smirk on his face.

I couldn’t wait until the day he really pissed me off and I knocked that smirk off his miserable face.

“What is it?”

“Feeling a little bit ashy?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as if he were trying to rub in the fact I couldn’t bounce back from a heavy night of drinking anymore. Then again, I never wanted to be that way. Our father had been one to drink all night and be fine a few hours later.

He was also a raging alcoholic and beat people for looking at his women the wrong way.

“What the fuck is it?”

“You have a visitor.”

Instantly my mind went to Bridget, and all the things I had done with her the other night. She’d been kept busy with Tee and Sloane since then but damn I wanted a taste of her again.

“Who?”

“Sav Barone.”

My head shot up. “Sav?”

“Yes, you remember the head of the Barone crime family, and old pal of yours.”

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