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I hummed because my voice had died and I couldn’t think when he gazed at me like I was a renaissance art.

Oh Jesus.

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THERE WE GO

CILLIAN

Emma’s baby blue eyes were wide as she stared at me, noting the reaction on my face when I saw her naked on the bed. Her blonde hair splayed on the dark sheets with her gorgeous curvy body spread open for me to devour. Lick, eat, bite, kiss.

“I can smell how turned on you are, Doll,” I whispered, my voice low and rough. It was hard to maintain or even give a flying fuck about how starved my voice seemed when I had such a pretty feast in front of me. “I could spend hours touching you.”

My hands glided over her pale, creamy skin, squeezing her waist, leaning down to kiss her soft belly before biting it gently. I smirked hearing the sharp intake of her breath and licked the bite mark before kissing her stomach. I loved her body. It was full of softness, silkiness, and warmth.

It seemed that I had lied. I could spend years touching her. Which was a very indecent thought, knowing it would last only for a few more hours and we would never see each other again.

Instead of those thoughts, I focused on her, the sweet sounds that poured out of her when I spent minutes playing with her perfect tits. Fondling them, pinching her nipples until they turned bright pink and licking them, kissing them gently and leaving hickies on her. Maybe it was a little possessive of me, but I wanted her to remember this night, her time with me, at least for the next few days.

“Cillian.” Her soft moan was a delight to my ears when I spread her legs, my hands squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs. A throaty groan rumbled out of me at the sight of her pretty pussy leaking with pearly juices that I couldn’t wait to put my tongue on.

Slow. Take it slow, Cillian.

But it had been years, and I was starving.

“You want me to make you feel good, Doll?” I whispered, brushing light kisses on her sensitive skin and settling between her spread legs, my broad shoulders keeping them wide open.

“Y-yes,” she breathed out, gazing at me with her hazy eyes, her heavy breasts heaving with each breath she took. “Please, Cillian. Don’t make me wait—oh.”

Her head fell back when I flattened my tongue over her pussy, tasting her. Emma moaned, and I growled. I pushed her thighs wider before spreading her slicked lips with my thumb, groaning at the sight of her pink and sensitive clit and licking her again when more arousal seeped out for her.

Fucking heaven.

“Your taste—fuck, I want to eat your pretty cunt for hours,” I groaned, lapping at her wetness. I nudged her clit with my nose and flickered my eyes to her face.

Emma was gasping, small sounds of pleasure pouring out of her when I ate her out, her moans increasing when I teased her opening with a finger. Slowly stroking her pussy and pushing it inside her warmth. My cock stirred at the tight clamp of her walls, gently pulling my finger out before pushing it back in. My mouth was occupied with her sensitive clit, licking it softly and adding another finger to make her comfortable for what was coming next.

Emma

I was in heaven.

Or I had died and went to hell.

Because there was no way any man was this good at eating pussy. Cillian was taking his time with his expert hands, slowly unfurling me and stretching me with his thick tattooed fingers while his hot mouth played with my clit. I didn’t even have to tell him to pay attention to my clit.

He knew what he was doing.

Being gentle and rough in the best ways possible.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, my thighs quivering as pleasure kept growing and growing inside me, ready to explode. I reached down and held on to his soft hair.

His dark eyes flew to my face, and he kept his pace, knowing I was so close, gently stroking his fingers on my G-spot, coaxing me. “Yes, I know you are close, Doll. Cum for me. Cum on my face. Yes—there we go.”

His deep voice surrounded me and I let go, pleasure bursting out of me, white sparks blinding my vision as I rode the delicious orgasm, groaning his name. I moaned when I found his thick dark hair between my thighs, licking me clean, already preparing me for the next climax.

“Cillian,” I said, my voice laced with pleasure. I bit my lip when he pulled away, his nose, lips, and chin covered in my wetness. He licked his lips, and I died at the sight of his scarred, sexy lips tasting me again and again, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. “I want you to fill me up.”

He smirked, his gaze sliding over my naked body as if he was planning how he was going to fuck me. I shivered, watching him throw away his shirt. I heard a small cling of metal, but I was too occupied with the art that was Cillian. His muscles were strong, with a hint of hair and tattoos all over him in a beautiful, intricate design and swirls.

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