Page 27 of Weaponized

“Right here is good,” I tell her gruffly.

“Yeah?” she breathes.

“Yeah,” I whisper, then wrap my hand around her nape and pull her closer. She makes a whimpering noise when our mouths meet, and I work on calming myself down. There’s no way she doesn’t feel what she does to me since she’s sitting on my lap.

I get lost in our kiss. I’m not really sure how long it goes on, but I love every second of exploring her mouth. We are slow, unhurried. It feels intimate. Right.

My angel nips at my bottom lip and I groan. I need more. More of her kisses. More of her touch. More of her soft skin. More.

My hand is trembling as I move to her shoulders. Yeah, I’m goddamn trembling. I put my fingers under her dress straps and begin to lower them down her shoulders. She’s twisted in a bit of an awkward position, so I shift a bit to put my arms around her waist. “Come here, Angel.” My voice is strange to my own ears. She moves to straddle me, runs her hands over my shoulders. Much better.

“Baby, I need you to touch me.” Her request is a whine and my hips thrust upward without my permission. God, her voice. Her neediness. Calling me baby.

I finish lowering her straps until her fantastic tits are fully exposed, and I cup them in my strong hands, feeling their weight. They are the prettiest breasts I’ve ever seen, and I’ve watched my share of porn. I run my thumbs gently across her nipples to see what will happen and I love the reaction I get.

“Mmmmmm.” She throws her head back and pushes her boobs more firmly into my hands.

Her pretty pink nipples are pebbled, erect at my touch. I lower my mouth to gently suck on one of them,and that causes her hips to move. Fuck. I love this. The way she’s reacting to me is intoxicating. I feel high.

Her hands are in my hair and I feel the scratch of her fingernails on my scalp. “Feels so good, Luca. God.” I have no words in response. I think I may grunt. I’m honestly not sure. I’m too focused on ensuring her other breast gets equal attention while I relish the feel of how her pussy is grinding against me. Warmth. Friction. I’m beginning to get a little frantic. She feels so fucking good. God, she’s so damn soft.

Gráinne pulls back from me for a minute and stands. I watch her with total concentration as she slides the dress the rest of the way down her body and stands before me in just a pink thong. Without thinking I palm my cock through my khaki shorts.

“God, that’s hot,” is her reply. “Will you take off your shirt for me?”

Fuck, yes, I’ll take off my shirt. She could ask me for anything in this moment and I’d give it to her. I pull my golf shirt over my head in one motion and Gráinne just stares. I love that she likes what she sees, but I need her closer. “I need you to come here to me, Angel.”

She takes two steps to meet me but doesn’t lower onto my lap again. She leans into me so that we topple down on the couch together. Now, she’s lying flat on top of me. Christ. My cock is aching, leaking. I can feel the imprint of my zipper.

We’re kissing again and it’s no longer slow and seductive. My hands grab her ass and I love the feel of the bare skin there. “Are my hands too rough?” I ask as I pull my mouth away. She feels so fucking good that I realize my callouses may be too hard on her.

“No. I want more.”

More? Shit.I want more. The words are echoing around in my brain as I squeeze her ass and grind my cock into her. She makes a soft noise that causes my body to jerk. “Angel, fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“I love the way you feel,” is her response. She then sits up, pussy still firmly pressed to my erection. She runs her hands over my bare chest, my shoulders, my abs. I shiver. Her eyes are focused on my body, and I can’t quit watching her face. She spends the next couple minutes tracing the tattoos that cover my pecs and I struggle to stay still. I want inside of her so badly.

“Can I see you?” she asks, and I’m confused about what she means until she pops the button on my shorts. My dick is way too on board with whatever she has planned. I could pound nails with my cock right now. I’m pulsing. She stops what she’s doing and looks into my eyes.

Wait. She asked a question. What did she ask? I have no fucking idea anymore; I just know I want her to continue on whatever journey she started on. “Angel, I need you to touch me.” My rough voice echoes her words from earlier.

She shimmies back a bit, and then works my zipper down. Once that’s done, and my dick is feeling a small amount of relief, her bright blue eyes ensnare me. “A little help?”

I raise my hips a bit and she works my shorts over my thighs. I’m clenching my hands into fists and then releasing them so I don’t grab her too roughly. I’m watching her stare at my cock and I am so fucking horny right now that every fiber in my body wants to pound into her like there’s no tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anything this badly. Certainly not anyone.

“You’re so big,” she breathes, and my eyes search her face.

“I’d never hurt you.” I reach out to cup her cheek, focusing on her face instead of my throbbing dick.

Her tongue swipes at her bottom lip and I can’t help but groan a little. She looks back at my cock, then at me. “I know you won’t. I was just thinking about how amazing you’re going to feel when you’re finally inside me.”

She just said that. She really just said that. I have now officially lost the last functioning brain cell I had. I reach to kiss her, because Ineedher. I’m long pastwantat this point. She kisses me back with fervor, only a thin layer of her silky underwear separating us. She moves to nuzzle and kiss my neck. I groan. Fucking fuck.

Gráinne moves to my throat, then goes lower to flick her tongue over my nipple. I grunt. I had no idea that would feel so good. The sensation zings straight to my cock. My hands find my way to her hair, and she kisses her way down my stomach. She puts her tongue against the indentation of my ab muscles and licks. My abs contract and my dick twitches. Her mouth nuzzles the line of hair just below my belly button. Then, her soft hand wraps around my cock.

I nearly come up off the sofa. I don’t even know if the noise I make is human. She begins moving her hand up and down as she continues to kiss and lick my abs.

“Mmmmmrrrrrr. Fuck, Angel. Fuck.”

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