His eyes glinted, and his tongue worked my clit. Then, he slid a finger inside and gently began to move it in and out. The last time he used his fingers inside me, it hurt, but this time, it felt beautiful.
My pussy squeezed and pulsed, and I moaned and whimpered as I watched him flatten his tongue and use it to work my clit. I grabbed his head and held him to me, softly urging him on.
He fucked me with his tongue and used his fingers to circle my clit, his eyes never leaving mine. My hips bucked, and I let out a soft cry as my orgasm hit me out of nowhere.
My body writhed as the waves of pleasure ricocheted through me, and I pressed against his face, trying to find purchase.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Fuck, baby.”
He raised his head and stood straight, his body nestling back between my legs. Strong fingers worked my clit, rubbing me gently through my climax. My back arched, and I whimpered as I reached my peak before slowly beginning to come back down to Earth.
The sound of his zipper tore through the garage, and I looked down to see him take out his cock and begin to stroke it against my pussy.
“Want that wet on me, baby,” he rumbled, sliding the head of his cock through my folds.
I opened my legs wider to give him better access, and a muscle ticked in his jaw, his strokes getting harder and faster. “I wanna mess you up.”
My hand reached down, and I touched the tip of his big, velvety cock, my fingers trailing around the smooth head as he furiously fisted himself and ordered, “Sit up.” He helped me straighten and grabbed my hand, wrapping it snugly around his cock and covering it with his own while urging, “Hold me tight. Don’t be gentle.”
I gripped his cock tightly, and we moved our hands together. I didn’t have any experience with this kind of thing, but he seemed huge. I couldn’t help wondering how it would feel thrusting inside me, and my pussy clenched at the thought.
“Fuck, Ash,” he rasped, his voice so husky that it sent a shiver down my spine.
“I want to watch,” I demanded softly.
He shuffled back so I could cast my gaze down at his big, swollen dick, and I murmured, “You’re beautiful, Aiden.”
Pagan’s breathing sped up, and his forehead rested on mine as he rubbed his cock against my pussy.
I stroked him harder, murmuring soft words of encouragement as a drop of pre-cum splashed on the soft skin of my pussy. I was mesmerized by the feral look in his eyes, the way his big, hard body jerked, and how nothing else existed outside the space between us.
His hand clamped down over mine, squeezing my fingers tight and speeding up my rhythm, while low guttural grunts escaped his throat. The thick hot rush of his cum painted my hand, my thighs, and my pussy, and a fierce sense of victory sparked inside my soul at the way he came undone for me.
My cheeks burned, but I wasn’t embarrassed. All I felt was a sense of satisfaction, like I’d claimed something wild and rare. Something just for me.
Pagan’s hand released my fingers, and I let go of his still-hard cock before we both raised our gazes, then our eyes locked together, and his chest rumbled with one word.
“Mine.”
CHAPTER 10
PAGAN
ONE MONTH LATER
“Your woman looks like she’s enjoyin’ herself,” Boot observed from beside me. He took a long pull from his beer bottle and pulled air in over his teeth appreciatively. “And this Lucky Shamrock booze is some voodoo shit. I wanted to dry out for a few weeks after the holidays, but I can’t fuckin’ help myself. It’s like damned crack.”
I stared at myDubheasa’sattempt to win her ‘twerk off’ with Roxie over at the ‘girls' table’ they always seemed to adopt whenever I brought her toVortex. “Aislynn had a word with Maeve and got us a deal on our bulk orders,” I explained. “We get a weekly delivery for here and the clubhouse, but we sell out in four days. It’s a ball-ache keepin’ up with demand.”
“Order more,” he demanded.
I signaled to the bartender to fetch us fresh beers. “Can’t. The O’Sheas are still expandin’. There’s only so much they can produce until they move their operation to their new brewery. I told Maeve that she should seriously think about lookin’ at investment offers, but she’s determined to keep it in the family.”
“Shame,” he muttered. “Could’ve been a lucrative deal for us to buy into.”
“Yeah, that’s why I fished. The problem is, Maeve and Callum have offers already. Mac Meadows, who owns the farms that harvest their fruit, and the Speed Demons, who are like their extended family. So we’d be shoved to the back of the queue anyway.”
“Talkin’ of business, when’s Gridlock arriving?” he asked, taking another swig from his bottle.
