Page 115 of Dust to Dust

Her orgasm set off, clenching her walls around my cock. The intense grip of her pussy sent me over the edge, and I cried out her name. As my hips bucked, I pumped her full of my cum.

When I was finally spent, I stared down at her satiated face. “That was better than any surprise you have for me.”

“We’ll have to see about that.”

As I started to bend over to kiss her, Isa’s foot jabbed against my chest. “Oh no. You don’t get any more loving until you clean me up.”

I grinned down at her. “But I like the sight of my cum dripping out of you.”

Crimson stained her cheeks. “Well, I can’t enjoy your surprise if I’m all wet and sticky with your stuff.”

“Cum,” I corrected.

She wrinkled her nose. “I hate that word.”

“Say it,” I growled in a command.

Her eyes flashed with a mixture of annoyance and desire. “Fine. I can’t enjoy your surprise with your load of cum dripping from me.”

A primal growl roared from my chest at her words. “Fuck, Isla. You can’t say shit like that and not expect me to flip you over and fuck your brains out.”

“You told me to say it,” she protested.

“I know. But it’s hearing it on those sinful lips of yours.”

When I reached for her again, her eyes widened before she shook her head wildly back and forth. “No, no, no!”

To my amusement, she slid off the desk and then waddled rather comically into the bathroom with her thong around her ankles. After the water turned on, she yelled, “You’re impossible!”

When I threw my head back with a laugh, she shouted, “Gléas!”, which of course only made me laugh harder. I was wiping my eyes when Isla reappeared with her thong back in place, and her dress readjusted.

With all the bravado her pint-sized self could muster, she ordered, “No more funny business, okay?”

I grunted. “Fine.”

She grinned and grabbed my hand. I allowed her to drag me down to the elevator. When the doors opened, she practically bounced on the balls of her feet. After our quick descent to the first floor, Isla pulled me off the elevator.

To my surprise, the club was empty. Shadows played around us as the main room was bathed in candlelight. On every table a white votive burned except for the table in the middle that was encircled with votives.

“What is all this?”

“Since we have crazy hours, we really never get to have a date, so I wanted to bring one to us.”

“Seriously?”

She nodded. “As a romantic at heart, I wanted to do this to celebrate our anniversary.”

I snorted. “We have an anniversary?”

With a playful roll of her eyes, she said, “Yes, Mr. Beasty, we do.” With a grin, she added, “It’s been a month since we became official the day of my attack.”

I sucked in a harsh breath. “Don’t remind me of that night.”

“I know. I don’t like to think of it either, especially now the bruises have all faded.” She patted my chest. “That’s why it’s important to celebrate our anniversary, so we can have happy memories associated with it.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” She then pulled me over to the center table where it was set for two with an enormous pot in the center. “A little birdy told me what your favorite Irish dinner was.”

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