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“Don’t,” he commands. “You don’t get to touch me without permission.”

I freeze, unsure how to respond. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmurs, “You can only have this cock when you beg for it. Now lay back so I can enjoy my breakfast.”

My breath hitches as he tugs at my sleep shorts, slowly sliding them down my legs. He stops, his lips curling into a smug smirk when he notices I’m not wearing any underwear.

“No panties, huh?” he says, his tone teasing. “Were you hoping for this?”

I try to respond, but the words catch in my throat. He crawls closer, his movements slow and deliberate, until he’s between my legs. When I instinctively try to close them, his hands grip my thighs firmly, holding them apart.

“Don’t you dare hide that perfect pussy from me,” he growls. “Or you will be punished.”

The threat sends a shiver through me—fear, lust, and anticipation mingle in a way that leaves me breathless. Slowly, I relax, letting my legs fall open wider. He trails soft kisses up my inner thighs, his stubble scratching just enough to send sparks racing across my skin.

When he finally slides a finger through my center, a strangled moan escapes me.

“You’re so wet, mo stóirín,” he murmurs. “Is this all for me?”

I can’t respond, can’t think, because his tongue replaces his finger, sliding between my folds, and I groan with satisfaction.

“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he groans, his voice reverent and sinful all at once.

And then, like a man starved, he devours me, pulling me into a world where nothing exists but the overwhelming pleasure of his touch.

Chapter Fourteen

Rylan

Her body trembles beneath me, her gasps echoing in the room as my tongue and fingers coax her closer to the edge. She’s so responsive, so perfect, it takes everything in me not to push her over. But I’m not done with her yet.

Just as I feel her tighten, her breath hitch, I pull my fingers out and lift my mouth from her, leaving her teetering on the brink. The soft whimper that escapes her is music to my ears.

“Do you need more, mo stóirín?”

Her eyes fly open, wide and desperate. “Yes.”

I trail a finger along her slick folds, smirking. “Then beg for it. You don’t get to come until I do, and that’s only happening with your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”

"Please Rylan . . . I need to come.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.

Her breath catches as her gaze drops to the prominent bulge in my pants. When I pull them off and my cock springs free, her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips.

“I don't . . .” She hesitates, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “I don’t think it will fit.”

Leaning down, I press a kiss to her trembling lips, chuckling against them. “Oh, it will fit.” I nip at her bottom lip. “You’ll take all of me, mo stóirín.”

Her hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed, and I soften slightly, stroking her cheek. “Are you on birth control?” I ask, my tone tinged with care.

She nods quickly. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her. “Yes.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are you clean?”

“I . . . yes.” Her gaze flits away for a moment, and I catch the faintest hint of embarrassment. “It’s been a while.”

I grin, trailing kisses along her neck. “A while, huh? How long?”

“Over a year,” she mumbles, clearly mortified.

“Then I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait,” I promise, capturing her lips again.

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