Page 22 of SCRUMptious

Donal wrapped my hair around his fist and yanked, pulling my neck taut. “You’re going to pay for that,” he growled, backing us up toward my mattress. When the back of my thighs hit the edge, he pushed me down. “Scoot all the way back,” he commanded, and I did as he bid until my shoulders hit the headboard. He pressed the knee of his good leg into the mattress and reached forward to grab the waistband of my leggings and underwear. With one good tug, he divested me of both until I lay there, my chest covered and my bottom half completely bared tohim.

“Now open your legs, baby.”

Briefly, I considered making him beg and then tossed that notion aside. I already knew what was coming and that it was going to be fucking amazing. This man had a mouth made for sin. Why would I want to delay all that goodness?

As I slid my legs open, Donal climbed atop my mattress, his booted foot hanging off the end, and settled himself between my thighs. He looked up the length of my body and licked his lips. “I want you to come first since I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he said, revealing his vulnerability, just before he licked a path along my seam. Parting my folds with his thumbs, he made another pass with his tongue. “Shit, I’ll never get over how good you taste. Like ripe peaches and vanilla ice cream.”

I seriously doubted that was true, but if he was enjoying himself, who was I to call him on his bullshit?

For the next several minutes, Donal feasted on my pussy until I was writhing on the mattress like a woman possessed by the devil. With alternating licks, sucks, and nibbles, he brought me to the edge of reason and then backed me away—only to do it all over again as soon as I’d caught my breath.

“Please,” I begged, reaching for him. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I might expire from desperation. “I needyou.”

Donal raised his head and our gazes locked. Staring back at me was a mixture of greed, lust … and apprehension.

“Come here,” I whispered, drawing him up my body until I could roll him over. “Layback.”

His eyes flashed with apprehension as I straddled his lap. He was strung tight like a bow, so worried about his ability to perform, that I was afraid to do anything too sudden lest he come prematurely.

“Relax,” I told him, running my hand down his middle to wrap it around the base of his cock. “I got you.” I twisted my wrist and stroked upward, making his back bow off the mattress. He sucked in a hiss between his teeth. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. After tearing the foil packet with my teeth, I slid it down over the prettiest cock I’d ever set eyes on—long and thick with a shiny head that I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around.

But first …

I moved onto my knees and guided him to my entrance, coating him with my juices. When I pressed his crown to my clit, Donal screwed his eyes shut and groaned.

“Look at me.” When he did, I pulled a breath into my lungs and slid down the length of him, sheathing him to the root. I held still, giving myself time accommodate to hissize.

The entire time, his eyes stayed locked on mine, his jaw clenched tight. Even though I’d wanted to see his face when I took him into my body for the first time, I had to eventually look away, the intensity of his gaze making me think and feel things I had no business thinking or feeling. I cared for Donal, but I couldn’t let this be anything more than it was—a brief fling that would end in a handful of weeks when I returned to my real life in California.

When I’d managed to corral my emotions and could find my voice, I asked, “What do youwant?”

His hips rocked forward and he let out a strangled moan. Opening his mouth to speak, Donal’s voice cracked and nothing came out. Clearing his throat, he started again. “I want to pump my dick in and out of your tight pussy until I see stars.”

“How do you want me?” I asked with a slow, provocative swivel of my hips. Bringing my hands to my breasts, I tugged on my nipples and let out a long, low moan of my own. God, he felt so fucking good. I was so full of Donal that I could feel him everywhere. He wasn’t the only one about to blow. I could feel my orgasm building in my core, a tingling of nerve endings and a tightening of my muscles … a building crescendo of bliss.

Donal’s hands found my hips and he rocked me along the length of him. “Just like this,” he said. “I want to watch yourface.”

I pressed down to meet every upward thrust of his cock, rocking my hips against him. For several long seconds, he and I moved together in perfect harmony, until the friction of our merged bodies pushed me over the edge and I came with a cry. “Oh god, oh my fuckinggod!”

He sat up and wrapped his large, strong arms around me and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His hips began to piston in and out of me with a measured, insistent rhythm. I met his thrusts and matched them with my own, until Donal was falling over the edge and taking me with him, his body shuddering as my pussy clenched around hiscock.

I collapsed against Donal’s chest and he fell backward onto the mattress, bringing me with him. He captured my lips with hungry urgency, his tongue darting repeatedly inside my mouth like he couldn’t get enough of me. I could taste my musk on his tongue, but I didn’t care. Our tongues danced and curled as his hands swept over my body, touching every part of me he could reach. Beneath me, his cock grew hard again and I let out a throaty laugh.

“Again?”

“I promised you all night, didn’t I?” he asked, sliding out from beneath me and disposing of the used condom. Standing at the edge of my bed, he gestured with his chin toward my nightstand. “You got any more in there?”

I bit my lip and nodded. I might not have had sex since Javier, but I was a modern woman—and a former Girl Scout. That drawer contained a vibrator, lube, extra batteries, condoms, a bottle of Excedrin, and chapstick. I was prepared.

“Then get ready, baby, because we’re going for round two. Lay back and let me do all the work thistime.”

And so Idid.

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