Page 339 of Lodestar

After a couple thrusts, she adapted to the position, and that was when I slipped a hand between us so I could rub her clit.

“I can feel how fucking hot you are around me, Star. It’s heaven. Fucking heaven.”

“You fill me so good,” she whimpered. “Should be too much, but it’s not. It’s just… perfect.”

I didn’t associate Star with softness, but this was a newer side of her, one that I couldn’t wait to uncover fully.

“That’s us together—perfect,” I confirmed.

She bucked against the wall then demanded, “Faster, Conor. Faster.”

I complied, groaning as she tightened around me, her pussy muscles urging me to come, but I fought back by frigging her clit faster too.

“I-I—” Then, she screamed. Only, it wasn’t pleasure-filled. “Why is this so fucking impossible?”

I nipped at her earlobe again. “Because you’re thinking too much. Stop it. Just relax. Naughty girl.”

She shivered.

I sucked on the tender flesh. “Such a naughty girl. So impatient. Pleasure requires patience.”

“You feel so good, Conor,” she whispered thickly. “It hurts how good it feels.”

“Then just roll with it,” I murmured, slowing my thrusts so she could feel every inch. “This isn’t a race.”

A soft breath soughed from her. “You’re right.”

I pulled back to grin at her. “Why does that come as a surprise?” When she barked out a laugh, my grin widened. “This isn’t a fight, Star.”

“It used to be easier.”

“That means every time you come, I earned it,” I replied, my lips rubbing against hers. “Let me earn your pleasure, Star.”

Her face crumpled. “How do you…” I saw her tears. Felt each of them in my heart. Her mouth found mine and she whispered, “I love you, Conor O’Donnelly.”

“And I love you, Star Sullivan.”

Slowly, I started back up again.

It was only then I realized how tension had been thrumming through her.

She was more relaxed than before so each time I filled her, I felt the soft tremors inside and they packed a hell of a punch.

Stroking her clit, I whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Star. Such a naughty girl, trying to run before you can walk, but so good too. So fucking good. I want you to come around my cock. Can you do that for me?”

Her head lolled against the wall. “I-I think so.” She started to thrust into me, snapping her hips back so that we were in sync. She whimpered, “God, you feel so… so…” This time, when she cried out, it came from a deeper place than before. “Oh, God. Fuck. Conor, there.There.” She shuddered. “Faster. Please. H-Harder.”

I gave her exactly what she asked for and she rewarded me. When she screamed, it wasn’t about frustration or anger—it was about release.

As those delicate inner muscles began pummeling my cock, I stopped holding back and came too.

As she took all I had to give, she clung to me, holding on tight, so tight that I knew she never wanted to let go.

And I wasmorethan okay with that.

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