Page 55 of Dublin Beast

“And what’s the point of pretending you haven’t already seen the girls, right?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, his hands flexing against my thighs like he’s barely holding himself in check. “I swear, I didn’t look.”

I laugh, my fingers already tugging up the hem of his T-shirt, dragging it over his broad chest. Inch by delicious inch, I reveal the ink and then the nipple piercing.

“Thank you,” I say sweetly. “I don’t believe you, but thank you for saying it.”

Bryan huffs a laugh, but the second he sits up to help me remove his shirt, our bodies shift together, rubbing in the most deliciously sinful friction. A sharp pulse of heat sparks low in my belly, making my breath catch.

From that point, it’s a frenzy to get naked—clothes being yanked away, limbs tangling, heat building with every scrap of fabric that hits the floor.

Bryan moves me effortlessly, lifting me like I weigh nothing, spinning me, controlling my body like he’s been just as hungry as I’ve been.

I’m not a small girl—almost six feet tall, solid, strong. I’ve never felt dainty in my life.

But with Bryan…I do.

When we’re both naked, he sits me straddled across his hips, right back where I started, his enormous hands branded on my skin. He bites his bottom lip, and it’s a devilish look on him, his heated gaze dragging over every inch of me.

“Fuck, yer fit.” His voice is low, gravelly, dark with promise. “That’s a huge turn-on for me.”

I grin, sliding my hands down his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my palms. “You’re pretty chiseled yourself.”

He waggles his dark brows, flashing me a cocky smile. “So, now that we’ve established that we’re both sexy as hell, any requests, trouble?”

“Orgasms,” I say, matter-of-factly. “Many of them.”

He chuckles. “I like a woman who knows her mind. Multiple orgasms it is then.”

I have no doubt. “And I want to suck on this bad boy. Have I mentioned I love to suck cock?”

He bites his bottom lip, fighting not to chuckle. “I don’t reckon that came up in conversation.”

My hand trails lower, my fingers tracing his muscular pelvic-V of sin to where his cock is standing hard and thick. “And I also want to come on your mouth and glaze your face like a donut.”

Bryan’s head tips back as he barks a laugh, the sound deep and wicked. “The things you say. Glaze my face…och, that is now my favorite phrase ever spoken.”

His hands are already on my hips, gripping, lifting me enough so he can slide down the bed, his heated breath ghosting across my skin.

He settles between my thighs and groans deep in the back of his throat. He takes an unhurried look at my pussy hovering above his face and grins. His fingers dig into my skin, anchoring me in place.

“Friends who fuck,” I murmur, my attention already fragmenting.

“Aye, friends who fuck.”

I gasp as he pulls me down to sit on his face at the same time he lifts his head. His tongue circles my clit, and he crushes me against his mouth. “Fuck. Ye even taste like trouble…like sin itself. Addictive.”

A rush of cream meets his praise, and I grip the headboard of the bed and throw my head back.

I could get addicted to this, too.

“Oh, this feels amazing, but honesty, I can’t wait to add your big, manly cock into the mix once we get condoms.”

He laughs again, the vibration sending a sinful ripple through me. “How can ye blush as red in the face as ye do about me seein’ yer bum when the nurse gave ye a shot and then turn around and talk like this?”

“I’m a complex woman.” I place a hand on the top of his head and push him back to my core. “Focus. I want your A-game.”

The words are barely out of my mouth and Bryan is feasting on me like he does most things, with confidence and aggressive intensity.

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