Page 135 of Dublin Beast

“For your body? Never gonna happen.”

He grips my hips, lifting while he shifts, our bodies lining up in a practiced familiarity I love. I lower down his shaft, the stretch and slide perfect, delicious.

Things are a little sore, but there’s no way I’d let that deprive me from the pleasure that awaits.

He thrusts up and I gasp, my hands braced on his chest as I take him in deep. He fills so good. He watches me with those stormy green eyes, his gaze locked to mine like I’m the only thing he sees.

“How long do you think we can stay in here like this and get away with it?”

His hand slides between us, his thumb stroking over the swollen nub of my clit.

Oh wow, I’m a little raw there, too.

“Too much, too soon?”

I groan as he coaxes pleasure from me with every gentle rub. “Never… never too much.”

The fire pops. The sheets shift.

The world narrows to this—to us.

“Ride me hard, trouble. Use my cock to make yourself detonate. I want to watch your face as your pussy gets greedy and you lose your mind.”

Oh, the things this man says. And in that husky Irish accent of his—too much.

Closing my eyes, I grip his shoulders and grind against his thumb. His cock is droolworthy and long, but the best part is his girth. The way he stretches me makes pleasure detonate from every cell in my body.

And when I bounce my hips and ride him…

“I won’t last long. It feels too good.” I throw my head back and lift my hips, slamming down his shaft over and over again. “I swear I can feel the veins in your cock pulsing inside me.”

My voice is getting pitchy, and I start mumbling nonsense but I don’t even care. This man takes me to another plane of existence.

My breath is coming hard and fast and I’m poised at the peak of pleasure, chasing the last keening pressure that will put me over the edge.

“More!” I gasp. “Harder! Fill me!”

His thumb leaves my clit and grips both my hips. I reach down to touch myself but I don’t even need to stroke my clit because he’s thrusting up with his hips and lifting and slamming me down his cock with such carnal power that my entire body shatters.

I scream his name as my climax washes over me and my vision fritzes. I see stars. I come apart. Another rush of wet heat pooling between my thighs.

“Fuck, I love watching you come.”

I’m a rather big fan of it myself, but I don’t have the breath to be sassy.

“I loveyou, Harper. You know that, right?”

How could I not?I meet his hooded gaze and smile. “Remember that first day we worked together when I saw your screensaver?”

“Mhmm.” His gaze drops to my breasts and he begins playing with my hard nipples.

“Looking at that picture of you and Yasmine, my first thought was how lucky that girl was to have a man look at her like that. Your love oozed from your gaze, your smile, even from the way you pressed your cheek to hers to take the selfie. No man had ever looked at me like that.”

“Until now,” he says. “I hope ye see that.”

I flop forward onto his chest and kiss him. “I’d be blind not to. I know you love me and even against my better judgment, I couldn’t help but to fall in love with you. I may have feared the mafia enforcer but the man? I never had any doubts about him.”

He claims my lips, wrapping his arms around me?—

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