Page 41 of Accidental Irish Daddy

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me, Mr. Duncan.”

He chuckles. The sound vibrates against the side of my face. “That’s a good girl.”

He enters me slowly, letting me feel every inch of his cock.

My body shudders as I grab hold of the comforter. The moan that comes out of me is like nothing I’ve ever heard. Raw and guttural.

The feeling of him inside me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

He thrusts slowly into me, his sexy grunts in my ear and his hot breath against my face drives me crazy.

All pretense is gone within me and I’m moaning with him, leaning into him as he fucks me.

“Oh, yes...give it to me…”

His moans take on a sort of shaky sound, and he grabs my hips, slowing down.

“Fuck…” he rasps as he leans away, moving a little slower. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He slaps my ass again. I throw my head back and moan as his thrusts start to get harder and faster. I’m so close that my legs are starting to shake.

“Come on, baby,” he grunts. “Give in to me,mo ghrá…”

That’s all I need because my body responds immediately.

I climax so hard stars flash before my eyes.

He gives me a few more thrusts, then pushes me to the side.

I look up at him. He’s taking off his shirt, his beautiful chest on full display.

“We’re not done,” he says as he takes his pants all the way off. “Not by a sight.”

I smile and roll over onto my back as he positions himself between my thighs, entering me again, this time kissing me as he holds me in his arms.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he kisses my mouth, my chin, my neck.

My hands are in his hair, and I am in bliss.

“Yes,” I whisper as my second orgasm rises within me. “Please more…”

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I lost track of how many times I climaxed.

I’ve been lying here, looking at Mr. Duncan’s back. He has a beautiful backpiece…an epic dragon and tiger battling it out among a water background. It’s vibrant with color and it’s all I can do not to touch it.

I’ve never seen a tattoo like this before. It’s beautiful…

It seems silly that I should be hesitating after what just happened between us. My natural reaction right now is to wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his back, and his neck. I want so much to hold him in my arms.

But this was such a mistake.

I don’t have a great history with sex. There’s something in the act that makes me just lose myself. I become willing to give pieces of myself to this person I’ve just engaged with. If this were a different situation…if I thought this was love, perhaps.

It’s not, though. I mean, I don’t think I can define it just yet, but I know that he doesn’t love me.

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