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I push myself as far inside her as I can go, again and again, hitting that spot with a slow-building grind until she shatters. It starts deep in her core, ripples where she clenches my cocks and starts crying out my name over and over again.

And then I’m driving into her again and again, unrestrained, deep and hard, and I’m lost. My own release overtakes me, and I just keep pumping into her like this is everything I’m made for and this is where I’d like to be for eternity. Like there’s something beyond the blinding light that’s all I can see and the explosion rocketing through my cock.

Finally, I managed to whisper her name, and bury my face in her neck.

“Evi, Evelyn, perfect, beautiful, wicked girl.”

What have we done? And how the hell am I going to keep myself from doing this again, a dozen or a hundred or a thousand more times?

10

Evi

I’ve never been a morning person. Seamus would walk with me to school most days, but they always began with him pounding on my door to wake me up.

My Ma would be gone, at church already, praying for my soul, or sometimes my father’s if he’d come for one of his rare visits which often coincided with some trouble with the law. And of course, we’d fight. We always fought.

But I’m awake now. It’s early, the morning sun barely beginning to poke through Seamus’ blinds. He’s asleep, his strong arm curled around my shoulders. His face looks so peaceful in sleep, the worry that normally creases his face smoothed out.

I can’t remember the last time I’d spent the night at a man’s house. I’d had a lot of sex. Never like this, though, and I’d always left long before dawn. The men had never complained about that. Seamus, on the other hand…

Our sex had been amazing. And when he’d asked me to stay the night, I knew I couldn’t turn him down. I want to run. But I also want to stay.

Sighing, I nestle my head against his chest. The small movement wakes him, and I feel guilty. He doesn’t strike me as someone who sleeps well.

Those blue eyes flutter open, and he’s smiling sleepily at me.

“G’morning.”

“Hi,” I reply, drumming my fingers on his chest.

“What time is it?” He murmurs, reaching for his watch.

“It’s not even six yet.”

He pulls me against his chest, kissing my forehead. Heat pools between my legs as he slides those incredible hands over my back and down across my ass. He deftly slides a finger between my legs and I gasp.

“God,” he murmurs. “Evi. You’re so fucking stunning.”

His finger lazily slips across my pussy lips while his thumb glides up to my clit, playing with the piercing on the hood. That had hurt like a bitch, but god, was it worth it now. The sensation was amazing. He presses his hot open mouth to my neck, pulling me on top of him. He nudges my legs further open with his thigh, and pushes a long finger deep into my cunt.

“So wet,” he growls, “god, you’re so wet, and so tight, Evi.”

I arch against him as he circles his thumb against my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me. The things this man could do to my body were unreal. He adds another finger and I gasp.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, taking his thumb off my clit.

“Jesus, yes, don’t stop!” I hiss.

He makes a noise low in his throat and starts plunging his fingers in deeper, harder, while continuing to assault my clit with his thumb.

“Please, Seamus. Oh, god.”

He adds a third finger and I see stars, screaming like a cat in heat, clenching around his fingers.

“That’s right, come for me, baby,” he moans, his fingers still slamming into me. “I’m going to make you come so many fucking times.”

I gasp for breath, grabbing at his shoulders. His grin is feral.

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