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“Should have let me take care of you in the damn woods,” I growled, finding her loose and ready, wet and wanting. Her heat clenched around my fingers, gasping moans punching from her. She shuddered, her thighs trembling.
“Sensitive, kitty?” I asked, smoothing a hand down her ass. She looked heavenly like this: her ass and pussy spread, thighs parted, her back dipped as she pushed herself back into me, seeking more pleasure.
My head spun thinking of burying my cock in that heat, swallowing. But the pleasured noises, her mewls spilling from her lip, her head pressed to the counter.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, the moans making her voice quiver.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I promised, smacking her ass. She cried out. I stood up from my crouch and fucked her with my fingers harder, feeling her wet arousal coating my hand. I pressed up against her, my erection pressed to the zip of my jeans.
Chapter 17 - Sasha
I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from my lips as Conall leaned over me, one hand next to my head, the other between my legs as he languidly fucked me over my kitchen counter as if he had all day to do it.
He never touched enough to bring me to climax, not yet. It was purposeful edging, letting me unravel like this for him. My legs trembled, threatening to give out. I arched back against him, my fingers forming claws on the old countertop.
“Do you think you could come like this?” Conall asked, laughing darkly, his mouth right by my ear. I shook my head. But maybe I could. I’d done this to myself before, but him doing it felt so much different. I jerked, spasming against his body. I whined, pressing my face into his thick forearm.
I could feel his hard length against my ass, and I wanted it. The lusty haze wanted him as close as possible.
“You’re so responsive, kitty,” Conall murmured, kissing the back of my neck. It was a slow, deliberate trail of soft kisses, at odds with the way his fingers thrust in and out of me, hard and fast movements that had me on the edge. His teeth scraped my skin. My hips were pulled flush to his as he angled his hand so his fingers slid deeper.
I cried out so loud that the bookshop below would hear me.
“Conall—Conall,” I cried, my chest heaving on a choked plea. Pleasure spasmed through my body, drenching me in waves. I was so wet I could feel it dripping out of my parted legs, no doubt soaking his hand.
“I’m going to keep you here, like this,” he told me. “Mine. Mine to touch, to play with, to own your climax.”
The words sent shocks of desire through me, and my eyes rolled back, gasping at the words, at the way he hit my spot inside. He curled his fingers in me, and I panted, begging, not even sure what noises were coming from my mouth anymore.
Nobody had ever done this for me before.
I craved it; I cravedhim.
“Take me,” I gasped, the words I had been thinking finally coming out. “Take me, Conall.”
He pushed one of my knees up on the counter, spreading me further. He slid his fingers out, tucking his hand around my front instead. I heard his jeans zip and braced myself to have to stop it, to tell him I wasn’t ready for the full thing yet.
But Conall just turned my head, kissed me, and slid his fingers into me again. I heard his own grunts of pleasure, realizing he was getting himself off at the same time as me. My ass flushed to his crotch, he wrung my pleasure with his fingers and stroked himself in time to the thrusting in me.
His mouth devoured mine. Between the kissing and the stimulation of his palm against my clit, I couldn’t stay quiet, couldn’t hold my moans in any longer.
“Please,” I whispered, crying. “Please, please, please.”
His hand sped up on himself as my own orgasm crested. I scrambled to grasp his cock, but he stopped me. His smile curved against my mouth. “Ladies first.”
Then his hand went back and forth so fast that my pussy made the sort of wet noises seen in porn, and before I knew it, I was screaming his name, my whole body trembling and jerkinginto his grasp as I gushed around his hand, coming on his fingers.
Conall groaned, a growl making me whimper as he buried his face in my neck, his teeth snagging skin as he stroked himself. Then he was coming, his cock sliding between my thighs, and I felt the warmth of his orgasm hit my skin, mingling with the mess between my legs already.
My thighs shook uncontrollably, and I gave out, sliding down from the counter’s edge. Before I could hit the floor, Conall scooped me up.
“Bed?” he asked.
I sat upright in his arms.
Maybe he saw my panic and was tired, but he only smiled and shook his head. “Not for that. I want to get you comfortable.”
“Maybe a bath,” I mumbled. I was dizzy and flushed from my climax. Jackson had touched my heat before, mostly oral, but nobody had ever been inside me so intimately, exploring my heat as if it was something to be wanted. Nobody sought out my climax so deliberately before. I was boneless in Conall’s gaze, sweat prickling my skin, dampening my curls to the back of my neck.
