Page 166 of Wildest Dreams

“Not funny,” I warn her, grabbing my wallet from my pants. I flick it open, not taking my eyes off of her as I slip out two condoms, and then I toss that to the floor too, before shoving my jeans down my quads.

I kick them to the side as I lock the front door.

When I turn back to face her she’s still doing her little dance on the back of the sofa, giggling as I scrape a hand down my jaw.

“Get over here,” I rumble.

“Come and get me,” she teases.

My mouth tugs up at the corner and I thunder right for her.

She yelps with excitement, jumping off the back of the sofa as I move to grab her from the front, and then she’s sprinting up the stairs, screaming as she hears me pounding the wood behind her.

My eyes are locked in on her beautiful behind until she spins around to face me, a low sound rumbling through my chest as I realise what she’s wearing.

“Crotchless?” I growl, eyes flashing up to hers as she fluffs up her dark hair.

“Maybe,” she taunts, giving me another twirl before racing down the corridor.

I hit the top step and put my foot on the accelerator, charging for her as she reaches the bathroom and making her squeal in pleasure as I rush her from behind.

“This what you wanted?” I rumble, stubble scraping against her cheek as I haul her against my chest, forearms wrapped tight around her belly.

She giggles and squirms, gasping when I sink my teeth into the curve of her neck.

“Yes,” she gasps, moaning loudly when I grip my palm around her heat. I clutch it tight, over her panties, and inhale deeply against her throat.

“I love that you make me work for it,” I murmur, holding her tighter as I walk us to the master bedroom. She giggles as I roam one palm over her breast, massaging it firmly as I rumble, “My fuckin’ woman.”

Half falling over each other, we manage to get over the bedroom doorway, but then I’m picking her up around the middle, kicking the door closed, and settling us down beside the jamb on the floor. There’s a thick furry rug placed over the hardwood, nestled intimately under the lowest part of the A-frame roof. I pin her carefully underneath me, rolling her onto her back as I position myself between her thighs, and tossing the condoms to the floor so that I can quickly grab one before I push inside of her.

She giggles up at me, cheruby cheeks flushed pink and big eyes sparkling bright. I cage one forearm above her head and squeeze my other palm over her bra.

“You’re the prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen,” I rasp, slipping my digits underneath the sexy cup. “Can we do it here?” I ask, rubbing my hips against hers.

She arches her neck backwards, moaning as I push our bodies together.

“On the floor?” she whispers, laughing quietly as I kiss her neck. “You’re such a caveman,” she whimpers, thighs squeezing around me as I caress her nipple.

“Yeah,” I rumble, sliding my hand around to the back of her bra for the fastening.

Reading my mind she says, “It’s at the front,” and I nod, heaving my body up onto one elbow so that I can get a better look at her bra.

A dent creases between my brow as I fumble between the pretty cups, temples pounding harder and harder as my gaze keeps straying to her tits. They’re pushed up beneath the fabric and their plumpness is driving me insane. I have to pause my fingers for half a minute just so that I can hunch down and press my face between them, hand slipping into my boxers so that I can tug my aching sac.

“Ash,” I rasp, licking relentlessly above her nipple. “Can’t find the clasp.”

She scrapes her fingers through my fade, rough enough to make me buck against her, before tangling them in my rain-slicked fringe, tugging at it to recapture my attention.

“That’s because you were right the first time,” she whispers, “and the clasp actually is at the back.”

A laugh rumbles out of me as I shake my head and grin down at her. Then Aisling sinks her teeth into her gorgeous smile as I grip the back of her bra and yank it backwards.

The bra opens, the straps instantly slip down her shoulders, and then I push them even farther, baring her to me. I cup both of my palms around her breasts, squeezing them together as I hunch down to suck her.

Her back arches off the furry rug and I palm her more roughly, sucking her harder. I release one nipple and move over to the other, working it in my mouth with deep long pulls.

When I finally lift my face back to hers her lashes are fluttering wildly, her breathing uneven. Her nipples are sucked pink and sensitive, making her gasp when they rub against me.

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