Page 7 of Devil's Luck

“Yes . . . more . . . yes,” she pleads each time I bottom out in her pussy.

“Nola,” I grunt on a downstroke, “you feel so good.”

When her hands slide back in my hair, wrapping her arms over my shoulders, I take that as a green light to give her everything I’ve got.

I push up and put more weight on my knees to get a better angle and drop my hips into her over and over and over again.

We fight for kisses between words and breaths.

“This . . . yes . . . please . . . Fergus . . . oh, God . . . I’ve never.” Her loud cries are music to my ears.

“Take it . . . every fuckin’ inch . . . that’s it . . . fuck . . . you’re gonna make me come.”

I know I don’t deserve this woman. She’s way too good for a man like me, one who does the things that I do, that lives and thrives in the world of darkness and evil, but I don’t care. I will take care of Nola, hold her tight, and never let the darkness touch her. She shines so bright, and I will never let her dim or lose her warmth.

I’ve done a lot of bad things in my thirty-eight years, but touching this woman and making her mine will not be one of those things. She will be my salvation and grace. I will be her strength.

“You’re so tight,” I murmur between kisses, my words intermingling with the rhythm of our breaths.

The flutters around my cock, and the tempo of my thrusts, finally reach the point of no return and we both crash over the edge. Nothing I have felt before will ever compare to having Nola Taylor coming on my cock at the same time as I fill her. My body goes still, frozen, as she rocks below me taking what she needs, the last spasms rippling through her body.

Once I drain every last drop of my cum into what is nowmypussy, and Nola is done pulling on my hair, I roll us both over so she lays out on top of me.

I feel Nola’s fingers on my bicep, tracing the tattoos that run all the way down my left arm, from shoulder to wrist, and press a kiss to the crown of her head. “How are you feeling, álainn?”

“Mmmm,” she purrs as she wiggles a bit and my length slides out of her causing me to groan in pleasure. Nola rests her chin on my chest and presses a kiss to the under side of my chin. “I never want to leave this bed.”

“Is that a good thing?” I wrap my arms around her back and lift her until our lips meet. I wrestle my tongue with hers, both of us winning because there are no losers when I have her exactly where I’ve wanted her since the day we met.

When I finally let her up for air, she untangles her arms from under mine and presses her palms into the pillow, bracketing me in a curtain of her hair. “I’ve never felt like this before, Fergus. I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“Perfect?” she replies with a shrug. “Is that corny to say?”

“Nola,” I pinch her chin with my thumb and forefinger, pulling her lips down to mine. With only a breath between us, I keep her in place so she has to see and feel what I’m about to say. “Nothing you ever say or feel will be wrong or corny. You are a strong, beautiful woman and I will never allow you to say anything bad about yourself ever again. Do I make myself clear?”

She nods, her smile growing so big that it’s infectious. “Yes.”

“You’re mine now, Nola.” I finally press my lips to hers and hold her there until I need to breathe. “I know this is alot to dump on you on day one, because I came in strong and didn’t give youmuch of a choice, but there’s no going back. No take backs. No restarts. From now on it’s me and you against the world. Are you ready for that?”

With a flick of her tongue against my lips, Nola takes and conquers a kiss of her own. I try to battle her for control, but I quickly realize this is her moment and back down to let her lead. When she finally lets me go, she rolls to my side and props herself up on her side.

“Fergus Finnegan O’Carroll, you just came inside of me without a condom. Do you think I’m going to letyougo anywhere?”

Holy fuck! Well that was a first . . . and I can’t wait to do it again.

And I do!

CHAPTER FOUR

NOLA

It’s been a week since Fergus and I got back to Houston from Frisco and we haven’t been apart a day since—and I’ve never been happier.

After a slight moment of panic that we were late for checking out, when he had finished fucking my brains out for the second time, Fergus let me know he had extended the late check-out time for the suite to include Saturday night and we didn’t have to leave for home until late the next morning. I then properly thanked him until his eyes rolled back in his head for round three.

I’ve lost count since then.

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