Page 53 of Back in the Saddle

“This.” He slipped his hand into my underwear. His fingers circled around my clit. A small cry escaped my lips as I pushed myself against his hand. His hot breaths against my cheek were ragged. Fuck, he was so turned on. My breaths matched his. He pushed his fingers in and then dragged them back out, rubbing against my swollen clit. My legs shook.

I moaned.

“You’re going to come on my hand and then on my dick,” Ciaron rasped out.

His fingers were rough, insistent, probing. My toes curled in my steel cap boots.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Come for me.”

His fingers were deliberate, coaxing me. I clutched at his shoulders as my legs gave way. I clenched my teeth and came undone. Ciaron covered my lips with his, drowning out my cry.His fingers slowed, matching my trembles and luring more out of me.

My panting slowed as my muscles relaxed. Ciaron and I were cheek to cheek. His lifted in a smile. “I’m enjoying this making up.”

I nodded, unable to form words as I released my fingers from his shoulders. Ciaron spun me around and pulled my underwear down. He lowered his zip and his jeans rustled as he pushed them down. My stomach squeezed as his hand wrapped firmly around my hip. The perfect fit. He moved in close. His breath brushed my ear, sending heat and a shiver through me.

“Try not to let Fran hear how much you love my dick inside you.” His voice was husky and just that alone kept me on the brink of orgasm.

I blushed. The only reason Fran hadn’t heard me cry out was because Ciaron had absorbed it with his mouth.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have made me come so hard.”

Ciaron chuckled. “Time for round two.”

“Show me what you got, Irish Boy.”

I scanned the window. The wooden venetians were slightly open, letting light in. But no one would be out there gardening. So, there would be no one to accidentally see us.

He tilted my hips and guided himself inside me. I leant forward, resting my hands on his desk. It was cold for a moment before the heat in my palms transferred. Holy shit. The stretch. It kept coming and felt so good. Ciaron’s other hand came to my hip, holding tight. He tilted my arse. After twenty years, he knew exactly how to hit the spot. We moaned in unison. I flattened my palms on the desktop and pushed myself back against him. The only question left was who would orgasm first.

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Iglided in and out of Taylor. She squeezed her pussy around my dick, increasing the friction like she did our first time.

Fuck. My fingers tightened, digging into her flesh.

I held her in place as I increased my rhythm. Every stroke drove me closer. I adjusted my grip so I could open her wider and I thrust deeper. A small whimper escaped her lips. The sound said she was begging me for more. I loved the control I had in this moment.

My balls tightened.

“Fuck,” I gritted out.

I couldn’t come yet. Not until I could feel her shaking beneath me. If she didn’t come as hard as she’d done with my fingers inside her, I wasn’t doing it right.

I was so fucking close. So was she.

Taylor’s fingers stretched and tensed. A moan escaped. She needed to come soon before I exploded. I drove in and out and watched her back arch. Then she spasmed around my dick.

My clenched teeth could not contain my groan. My balls tightened. My whole body shuddered.

Taylor cried out. I covered her mouth with my hand, dulling the sound. Desperation surged in me. I thrust deep and hard, and then stilled as I emptied myself inside her. Jerk after jerk shocked my body.

I pulled away slowly, and Taylor stood, unsteady. Sweaty handprints remained on my desk. I held her against me, our chests heaving in harmony.

“Kissing and making up just took on a whole new meaning,” I said into her hair.

Taylor glanced at the locked door. “I don’t think I can go out there for a while. You were so loud.” She giggled.

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