Page 21 of Dirty Padraig: Dirty Dusters

“We can eat later, Jaine.” I chuckle against her neck, inhaling the smell of wildflowers. It’s the most addictive, potent scent that I’ve ever come across in my whole life.

Then again, everything about Jaine is addictive. I love her so fucking much that my heart throbs with need even more than my dick these days.

My lips find hers, my tongue stroking deep as my hands explore her body. I’m rewarded with a shiver and a soft groan.

Please let my luck be in today. I’ll do anything, God.

Any-fucking-thing at all.

Prizing her thighs apart with my hips, I grind against her.

“I want you, Jaine.” I’m tempted to beg, but I don’t. I don’t want a pity fuck. I definitely don’t want her to feel under any pressure. I need her to want this as much as I do. I need her to want me as much as I want her.

I lift her top and feast on her nipples. Raising my mouth back to hers, I smirk at her newly found confidence when she parts our lips just long enough to yank my white t-shirt over my head, her small, inquisitive hands exploring every inch of my torso.

Fuck, I never want her to stop touching me. Anywhere. Anytime. I’ll take anything I can get from this girl.

Bypassing the button of her shorts, my hand drops straight to her pussy to rub her through the denim material. I can feel how hot she is, and my efforts are rewarded as she instinctively grinds against me.

So near, but still so fucking far. I reach for her zip.

Please, God. Please, God. Please, God.

She freezes.

Game over.

“No, Jaine. Please don’t do this to me again.” I don’t normally react, but this time, I can’t stop myself from groaning against her neck in frustration. “We’ve waited three months, darlin’. I’ve shown you how committed I am by not pushing you and going at your pace, but I’m a man, Jaine. I need physical interaction as well as mental stimulation. My doc says I have the worst case of blue balls he’s ever seen.”

Running my hand through my hair, I lift my head and force a smile.

She immediately turns away and starts tracing the outline of my birthmark. “I’m sorry, Padraig. I’m just not ready.”

Time passes.

Eventually, she stands, picks up her phone, and orders the pizza.

When it finally arrives, we study in silence for the length of time it takes us to finish eating, and then I make my excuses and leave.

It’s not a reaction to the fact that she wouldn’t put out. I’ll get over it. I have been for the past three months. It’s a reaction to the fact that I’m worried her feelings for me aren’t what she says they are.

Does she love me? Does she not?

Right now, I honestly think it’s the latter.

CHAPTEREIGHT

JAINE

The O’Connell Home, Darling, New York

Lying on his back,he thrusts upward, forcing me to take his massive cock all at once before gripping my waist and pulling me down until our groins collide. Until there’s no part of him that isn’t sheathed by me.

“Perfect. Fucking. Fit.” He presses in further, smirking smugly as he watches me rotate my hips while hissing at the stretch and burn.

God, it hurts, but in the best possible way. I’m so fucking full. I don’t know where he ends, and I begin.

He pulls back, then snaps his hips forward again, his dick connecting with every sweet spot. I groan my approval, my nails digging into his abdomen as he starts to fuck me with slow, steady strokes, each one quickly elevating me higher, each one more brutal than the last.

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