Page 52 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

“Charlie.” Her head thrashed side to side, the lingering spasms of her orgasm building to another.

A few thrusts made it obvious the chair wasn’t working for me anymore. I locked an arm around her waist and lifted her up. Her legs hooked behind my back, her tits bouncing in my face when I grabbed her ass and lifted her high, then slammed her onto my cock. “God you’re perfect.” I lifted her again and traced her areola with my tongue. She held my shoulders in that same tight grip and leveraged her body to give me better access. Her pussy clamped down on my shaft, the deepening strokes and spiraling pleasure curling my toes in the carpet. I still needed more, needed to be deeper, needed to find that place so deep inside her that she remembered me every time she even thought about having sex.

Carrying her to the bed, I lowered us both to the soft mattress. “I’ve dreamed of this.” I unhooked her legs from my waist and pulled them over my elbows. My thrusts quickened, the new angle giving me the leverage I needed to fully satisfy the craving I’d tried to bury for years. “I’ve dreamed of you.” I pulled all the way out, watching her face as I left her empty. She made the low mewling noise of need I’d heard that night, her face flushed and hands gripping the sheets so tight her knuckles turned white. “You’re perfect.” I seated my cock balls deep, retreated, and repeated the action. Each pump drove her higher up the bed, until she braced her palms on the headboard and rose to meet me.

The delicious slap of flesh meeting flesh in the rapid beat of frantic sex rang in my ears.

“Charlie.” She stretched out my name until it sounded a mile long, her lips closing around it and holding tight.

I came in the seconds after her orgasm shattered the room, her whimpers music to my ears. Every pump into her brought me closer to heaven, and I never wanted to leave.

Once I finished and lowered her legs, she held her arms. “Stay with me a while?” A sleepy yawn cracked her jaw. She rubbed it and grinned. “Sorry.”

“I’m not.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Sleepy is good. Means I did something right.”

“You did a lot of things right.” She blushed and snuggled in with her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine.

I slipped an arm beneath her and played with her hair, relishing the feel of holding the woman I loved. “I want to have the chance to learn all the things you like. To fuck you night after night.” I didn’t bother holding back, not when I knew this might be my only chance to plead my case.

She whisper-snored, her body going limp in my arms. I held her close and kissed her forehead, staying in bed as long as I could before I slipped free and picked up my clothes.

I checked her one last time before leaving the room, whispering good night and kissing her again. She muttered and held onto me until I kissed her lips, sending love bumping through my heart and making my steps lighter than air on my way down the steps.

I made it to the front door, my hand reaching for the knob, when a key slid home from the other side. Austin’s voice followed. “I’m sure she’s asleep by now.”

Fuck. My car? Had he seen my car? I bolted into the study and closed the door behind me. If Austin brought Samantha home, maybe he’d go straight upstairs. I couldn’t think of a single reason he’d come in here, but just in case, I dove onto the couch and feigned sleep.

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