Page 241 of Dirty Padraig: Dirty Dusters

My nails drag lower until they’re toying with the waistband of his sweatpants. He lifts me so I can anchor my legs around his waist, and then he walks. I bite down on his neck, and he curses. I immediately press my lips to his.

I want to taste his growls and his curses because they’re mine.

He’s mine.

We fall onto his bed, my legs still wrapped around his hips, then we kiss until kissing is no longer enough. He parts our mouths to yank the t-shirt over my head, leaving me naked.

I watch as he lowers his gaze to take me in, gasping when he rubs my pebbled nipple with his calloused thumb before sucking it into his mouth. I press against him, needing more of his hot, wet mouth on my skin. I groan my approval as he kisses down my stomach before pushing my thighs apart.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I remember. I’m going to lick your sweet little pussy before I fuck it. You want that?”

I nod.

He grips my chin in his hand. “Always use your words with me, Jaine, because I won’t always be this gentle.” His tone holds a threat of something much darker.

I look at him, my hands fisting his black hair. “I want that.”

My hips jerk off the bed when he thrusts his tongue inside me. I grip his hair and press my pussy against his face when he moves his mouth to my clit while thrusting two fingers inside. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, mewling my appreciation as I grind against his hand, each expert stroke of his fingers lifting me higher.

“Irish, please,” I whine.

He increases his pace before adding a third. The combination of pleasure and pain pushes me over the edge. I cry out as my hips buck and my thighs clench tightly around his hand. I’m still coming down from my high when he lifts my leg around his waist.

“Eyes on me, darlin’.”

I open my eyes to look at him, letting out a small cry as he fills me with his cock in one hard movement.

We stare at each other as he remains motionless. He’s letting me take what I need from this moment. I know he’s doing the same. His taste. His smell. His heart thudding against mine. The feel of his dick buried deep inside me. We’re exactly where we were meant to be. Right here. Right now.

Me and him. Him and me.

“You feel right, Jaine. You’re the only one that ever has.”

He sucks on my neck, and his teeth graze my skin when he finally pulls back and then pushes in deeper than before. His movements are slow and precise as he spreads and stretches me with each powerful thrust.

His mouth finds mine, tongues tangling and colliding through heated, whispered breaths as we moan and swallow each other’s guttural sounds of appreciation.

My nails dig into his strong shoulders as he pounds into me until there is nothing but him. I can feel blood under my nails as he lifts me higher with each thrust, his mouth and teeth marking my skin.

My hands skim down the hard muscles of his back to press against his ass, letting him know I need more. He curses at my greedy demands before giving me exactly that as he pistons into me until our bodies are glistening and slippery with sweat. My mouth connects with his skin, my tongue flicking out to lick the salt from its surface.

Just when I can’t take any more, he tilts my hips upward, and I whine my appreciation as I shatter around him, my walls clenching tight to claim his dick as mine. He watches me as I welcome my release.

Emotions. Feelings. Pleasure.

He wants to witness it all because it’s all his.

“Breathe, darlin’.” He rubs his nose down mine and pushes my hair behind my ear. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

He grinds his hips against mine once more, and then with his dick still inside me, he lifts me onto his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist.

So close. So intimate. So fucking deep.

I snake my arms around his neck, our bodies fused so tightly together that I can feel his heart beating in time with mine. I rest my forehead against his as I breathe in the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with clean male sweat.

Dropping his hands to my ass, he starts to lift me up and down on his cock, his hips thrusting upward with each movement to deepen the connection. I throw my head back, and he sucks on my neck as his hands bruise my flesh. My fingers tangle in his damp hair as our bodies slide against each other, our whispered words of encouragement the only sound.

Gripping his shoulders, I start to ride him hard and fast, the sound now of flesh slapping against flesh. I grind against him until there’s no part of his cock that isn’t sheathed by me, and he answers with a punishing thrust of his own.

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