Page 81 of By His Play

“Kieran,” she gasps as my hands slide lower so I can lift her from the floor.

The second her ass hits the counter, her thighs part, allowing me to step between them.

“Shouldn’t be doing this,” I mutter as I kiss down her throat.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, tugging at my tie.

In seconds, she pulls it through my collar and lets it float to the floor.

Her fingers then begin working on my buttons.

“Fuck, Effie,” I groan, diving for her lips again as she relieves me of my shirt.

Her hands sliding down my chest feel insane.

My skin prickles and my dick gets harder, pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants.

“Yes,” she cries when I skim my hands up her body until I squeeze her braless tits. “Kieran.”

Fuck. My name has never sounded so good before.

As she tugs at my waistband, I twist my fingers in the fabric of my shirt and drag it over her head.

Our lips part for a beat as the t-shirt passes our mouths, but we quickly reconnect.

My hands roam, learning every inch and curve of her body.

Her skin is so soft, and something tells me it’ll be deliciously sweet as well.

With her nails scratching over my shoulders, I kiss down her throat, needing to taste her.

Leaning into her, I give her little choice but to let go of me and lean back on her hands.

I pause as my lips brush over the swell of her breast and look up.

Her lips are swollen and her pupils are dilated, and miraculously, the pain etched into her features has gone.

It won’t last forever. But right now, she’s not consumed by it.

I’m doing that.

I’m helping her forget.

I’m giving her some relief.

It’s all I’ve wanted to do since she got the call that Grams had passed.

Her chest heaves as her warm breath rushes over my face.

“Beautiful,” I whisper before moving lower and flicking my tongue over her nipple.

“Fuck,” she gasps.

But it’s not enough.

It’s nowhere near enough.

I suck her nipple fully into my mouth, and she throws her head back and mewls.

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