Page 60 of Dublin Beast

I move lower, following the dusting of hair leading to the promised land.

He hisses a breath, and goosebumps break free across his skin. “Ye don’t have to?—”

“Shut up and let me suck you off, big boy. It’s lady’s choice this morning and this is what I’m aching for. I told you I love sucking cock. I wasn’t kidding.”

I go back to exploring his skin with my mouth and his fingers thread into my hair. When he relaxes, I tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, and he lifts his hips.

The fabric slides down his thick, muscled thighs, and I make a delicious discovery—he’s commando.

No boxers to contend with. Even better.

Now, I have all the access I need to have my fun.

I rub my palm over his thick shaft. His cock is hard, but twitches and grows even harder beneath my touch.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and I wrap my fingers around the base of his erection. His body shudders and precum beads on the slit of his crown.

Darting my tongue out, I capture the glistening pearl of cum, and the salty-sweet tang fills my mouth. “You taste good, Mr. Quinn. I’m going to need more than just a taste though.”

I wrap my lips around the glistening head of his cock and take him to the back of my throat.

“Fecking hell!”

I smile, swirling my tongue along the silky veins as I move up his shaft to the crown, and then back down to the base. Another rush of salty-sweet cum meets my tongue and I swallow it down.

It takes a few long, sensual strokes before his grip tightens in my hair and I know he’s fighting the urge to fuck my mouth. I don’t mind the idea, but he’s supposed to be on the receiving end of things.

Reaching between his thighs, I grip the tender flesh of his sack and have some fun.

With an Irish curse I don’t understand, he releases my hair and raises his arms to grip the headboard. His breathing is coming in pants and grunts, and I close my teeth around his cock, giving him a little nip.

His hips buck when I twist his sac, digging my nails into the sensitive flesh while being careful not to hurt his balls. “So fucking good.”

For me, too.

My pussy is throbbing, my folds wet with heat. Giving a great blowjob really does wind me up. I love the power of bringing a man to the edge.

Especially a man like Bryan.

I lift my head up, grip the slick length of his shaft, and stroke him off. As my hand rides him up and down, I swirl my tongue through the slit, sucking with all I have.

And when he curses again and grunts my name, I take him deep into my mouth. He loses his hold, thrusting deep into the back of my throat, coming hard.

Eyes watering, I swallow him down, devouring every hot stream of cum he gives me. Every last drop of his release is mine.

And when he’s spent and falls limp against the mattress, I crawl up his body and wipe my face with my palm. Leaning over him, I kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth, so he gets a taste.

“Good boy. Now, go back to sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Bryan

Steam curls around me as I pat my face with a towel and shove my damp hair back off my forehead. The bathroom mirror is fogged over, a blurry version of me staring back. I look the same. Feel different.

Everything feels different lately.

My phone buzzes on the edge of the sink, and I swipe it up and check the screen. “Hey, ugly. Alright?”

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