Page 79 of Fall for Me

“Okay,” he said gruffly. “I’m getting it.” But his hand kept working me.

I was so close now, my clit throbbing. He couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t let him. I shook my head. “I have an IUD,” I whispered, panting. “And I got tested after the hospital. Fresh start and all that.”

I moaned as Seamus curved his fingers against me.

“I’m good too,” he said, without interrupting his soft, plunging rhythm. “I have the results if you want…”

“No,” I managed. God, he was sweet.

Seamus looked down at where our hands were pleasuring me, and he licked his lips. “It’s been so long,” he said. “And you’re… you’re you, Chelsea. I’m sure I could come just by doing this.”

He hadn’t been able to fuck the last woman he was with, I realized. She got scared. Maybe there were lots like that. I felt more jealousy run through me at the thought of Seamus with these other women.

“No.” I grasped his cock possessively.

He closed his eyes briefly, then growled and flipped me over onto my back once more. He hovered over me now, his thickly muscled arms rigid on either side of me. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. My heart, already going fast, beat hard now. But God, I was ready.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck me with that fat cock, Seamus.”

He gritted his teeth and pressed the tip of himself to my entrance.

At first, it was just slick heat and pressure. Then he tilted his hips forward and his tip slid in. My opening burned as I stretched to accommodate him.

I sucked in a breath.

“I can stop.”

“Don’t fucking stop,” I said, feeling sweat gathering at my temples. I was nervous. But I wanted him more. I brought my hands around to his ass and pulled him toward me. I bit my cheek, savoring the way he stretched me. I kept thinking I’d want to stop, but the deeper he went, the more my body responded. I’d never felt anything like it—a delicious, consuming pain that brought with each sensation an equal dose of indescribable pleasure.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I gasped, without hesitation. “Yes, more.”

He sank in further and I moaned, hiding my wince so as not to scare him.

His brows slanted, and he grit his teeth. I knew how much he was holding back, how carefully he restrained his own need. He withdrew, then thrust back in again, this time deeper. His voice was husky when he spoke. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

A spike of pleasure rushed through me at his praise.

“So good,” he said again. He hesitated, his expression a question.

I kept my eyes on his and nodded.

He saw my trust in him. He knew I was okay.

He sank deeper, and this time, didn’t stop. “Oh Chelsea, yes…”

I cried his name through gritted teeth, arching my back and hips as he reached his hilt, his balls finally resting on my ass. For a moment we stayed like this, our eyes locked, the only sound our panting breaths and the crackle of the fire next to us.

I was taking him—all of him. And it felt fucking glorious.

He tried to pull out, but I clung tight to him, my legs in a knot around his back.

“Keep going!” I said, and he slid out, then slid back in again, filling me completely. I was so wet he came out easy now, and he thrust back in, harder and harder each time. As he upped the rhythm of his thrusts, I rocked against the sheepskin, the light slap of his balls hitting my ass making me clench on his length each time.

“More,” I cried, raising my hips to meet him, proudly taking all of him now. Demanding he give me everything.

“I’m not going to last,” he said. Sweat ran down his face, dripping onto my chest.

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