Page 76 of Intimately Faithful

“To know that I’ve thought of nothing but digging inside you over and over right down to the soft part of you until you soak me? Is that it, Aoife?”

His words danced erotically in her ears, until she thought she could possibly be dreaming. Clinging to his hair-dusted, veiny forearms, it was impossible to forget how much taller than her he was. Over a foot and he leaned all that extra size over her with his hands braced on the table so he could take her mouth.

She was open and ready. The first taste of him was exquisite.

The second even better and they kept on increasing until all her moans were swallowed by him.

His frame wasn’t bulky at all. He was strong and lean. When she moaned into his mouth this time, it was because Danny’s oh-so-virtuous hand stole between her spread legs, cupped her roughly and rubbed until she soaked his fingers.

“Danny … oh, God… please. It’s not enough. I need you inside me.”

“Is that what we do? You beg, and I give you what you want?”

Ah, God. There he is.

Air, thick as tar rushed through her lungs. He licked and nipped her lower lip. Aoife’s whole body strained, and she was no longer sure the table would hold her weight. She was too into the wet suction sounds his driving fingers made and the building pressure of the climax mounting through her.

She’d missed this side of him. He’d been so careful with her so far, treating her body gently, that she could have been forgiven for forgetting this side of Danny Murphy existed. Now she felt like she was witnessing him untethered as a furious beat started between her legs and worked its way through her.

Her boneless body was under his command.

He could have done anything in that moment and for sure she would have smiled grateful.

With her arms wound around his neck, their kissing turned a little frantic in tempo.

She knew what he wanted when he got that tone to his voice.

The rich velvety tone to make her wetter.

“Please.Please, Danny. I’m begging you. I’m yours to do what you want.” She whispered against his lips and felt those two pushing fingers stall inside her right where she was most sensitive. Everything in Aoife shattered and she screamed into his mouth as her climax went on and on. Blinding pleasure swarmed her blood and every cell sang out for more.

When he retrieved his fingers …effortlessly slow… she trembled. Sore, but happy and yet satisfied. If he thought that’s all she wanted, he was about to have his hair yanked, but a second later she watched him reach into his sweatpants to free himself.

She wanted him in her mouth, stretching her lips because he was too thick to take all at once, but that’s what her hands were for, to wrap and to stroke down the inches she couldn’t swallow. Oh, the memories of the sucks he used to growl for her to take.

All the force he’d used between her legs was transferred to his mouth on top of hers, stealing her memories and whimpers onto his rubbing tongue.

The crinkle of paper was loud as her eyelids sagged and she wondered absently if her Danny-boy was stowing condoms all over his house now.

But her wonder turned to a staggered moan when the very hard tip of himself dragged through her wetness.

Her legs shook.

Aoife’s back concaved in the middle, only able to reach out and hold either edge of the table as he continued his tortured onslaught.

Up and down. Circling her clit with his plump tip while he ate at her mouth with erotic flicks of his tongue.

Oh, this was her Danny.

Look how she affected this formidable man.

His cock stroked through her wetness, torturously slow, until she popped up her ass in hopes he’d get the hint that she needed more than just tormenting.

He didn’t. He went right on rolling the thick head through her sensitive sex.

She moaned when he held her by the front of her throat, his lips kissing the shell of her ear.

She was all sensation. “You’re evil.”

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