Page 74 of Christmas Candy

Pushing my panties aside, he sank a finger in me and I moaned, the sound carrying up the stairs above us.

“Fucking hell.” He withdrew his fingers and released my hair, caging my neck instead. “Don’t move. I’m going to fuck you right here against this wall.”

He pulled his shorts down, revealing his hard length. He fisted himself and stroked my exposed clit with his tip.

“Oh my god,” I tried to watch, but his hand at my throat tightened, his grip keeping my eyes on his.

Pleasure streaked through me, heightened by the knowledge that someone could catch us anytime, even in this side stairwell.

He pushed his head down to my entrance and gripped my thigh, spreading me open. “Ready, love?” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed inside me.

I squealed at the pressure and the delicious sensation of being filled. He drew back and sank all the way, pushing my ass against the wall as I arched my back.

“Pull your top down. Show me those luscious tits.” His voice was gravelly as he started a punishing rhythm, the sounds of our skin slapping echoing all around us.

I opened my cardigan and pulled down my tank top and bra.

He gazed down and licked his lips. Then he reached down to my ass with both hands and lifted me.

“Fuck, Eamon.” He was so deep this way, my pussy open to him.

“Tight—little—cunt.” He punctuated his words with thrusts as he sucked one of my taut nipples into his mouth. I moaned and clawed at his scalp.

His teeth played along the hard bud and he bit hard enough for me to cry out. My voice seemed to spur him on, because he pounded me harder and moved to my other nipple, biting down.

I moved one hand down between us and started rubbing my clit.

“Fuck me.” He leaned away and watched me touch myself. Putting his hands beneath my knees, he spread me even farther open, using his arms to keep me against the wall.

“I’m going to come.”

“Yes you are. Keep touching yourself like that. Hot as fuck.” He stared as I pressed harder against my clit, then ran my fingers down to feel his cock sliding in and out of my slick pussy. I returned to my clit and stroked just right. My fingers combined with his thrusts had me falling over the edge.

“Eamon!” I bit my lip as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy spasmed on his cock, drawing him in deeper with each stroke. He put his forehead on mine and stared down to where he entered me again and again.

“I’m going to coat your pink pussy in me,” he gritted out.

I was too lost in my own sensations, coming back down from the strongest orgasm I could remember. He slammed me a few more times and then pulled out, his cock hovering over my pink folds as he lashed my pussy with his seed. It was warm, mixing with my own wetness. He grunted as he shot the last burst onto me.

Kissing my lips, he gently set me down and rearranged my panties. “Don’t even think of taking those off.”

“Eamon. I can’t go around with—”

“You will go around with your pussy covered in me. Oh, yes you will, love.” He glared down at me, which excited me even more. “And you won’t take these panties off until I decide to fuck you again.” He stole another quick kiss. “Lucky for you, that will be soon.”

Epilogue

Six Months Later

“DoI have to say ‘blarney’ a lot?”

Eamon laughed and squeezed my hand. We were whizzing through the streets of Dublin, far faster than seemed safe, in the back of a cab.

“I guarantee you if you say ‘blarney’ even once, my Da will think I brought home the village idiot of the Americas.”

I frowned and snuggled into his side. “So what should I say then?”

“Whatever you American women say. Like ‘nice to meet you, you silly Irish rube.’ Something like that.”

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