Unable to breathe, I pull back, both of us gasping. “I don’t want to stop,” I admit, brushing my thumb along her jaw as I turn us, backing her into the front door.
Her back hits it, and she gasps before meeting my gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. “Then don’t.”
I shake my head. “No, if I don’t stop, this will go too far.”
“Let it,” she says against my lips. “I want you, Dermot.”
I groan against her lips, pressing my hips into hers. “Can you feel what you do to me?”
She moans so prettily, I almost come at the sound. “Please.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as she captures my mouth once more. It’s all tongue and teeth, desperate, and I can’t fucking stop. I want to consume her. I never want to eat or drink again, just live off her essence. Fuck me, she is life.
I slide my hand up over her shoulders, threading my fingers through the loose strands at the base of her neck. I grip them tightly, angling her head so I can run my tongue over the roof of her mouth and then along the bottom lip that I swear she nibbles on to torment me. She lets out the sexiest of whimpers, and I groan as I pull away to speak against her lips. “You taste so fucking good. I want to taste all of you.”
“How about you get on your knees for me and taste the mess you made between my legs like the good boy I know you are?”
I think I just came in my pants.
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Maggie
There issomething about Dermot Aldridge in slacks and a white jacket that gets me going.
But Dermot Aldridge in Carhartt brown overalls, on his knees for me…? Well, that’s a sight that can induce an orgasm without a single touch.
Dermot’s dark eyes are wicked as he licks my bottom lip once more, and then he reaches up to pull off his dark-brown knit hat. He throws it to the floor as I lean into the door, my chest heaving while he lowers to his knees. I lick my lips when he looks up at me like I’m the goddess at his altar.
“God, you’re so hot,” I sigh dreamily as I take him in. His eyes are smoldering, his lips swollen from our hot-ass kissing, and his dark hair is all over the place. I reach out, pushing a strand out of his eyes, and his lips curve ever so slightly.
Without a word and without taking his eyes from mine, he tips his chin up at me. “Take off your shirt.”
I’ve never taken my shirt off so quickly in my life. My breasts rise and fall in my bra as his eyes eat up every single inch of myexposed skin. He mutters a curse before he reaches up, running a finger along the swell of one breast, to the valley between, then over the other. I watch as his breath speeds up, and I feel like I’m coming out of my skin from the reverence in his eyes. He pulls my bra down, my breasts popping out of the top, and I hiss a breath at the drag of the fabric against my hard nipples.
“Dermot,” I whimper, and his eyes flare with need.
“Fucking stunning,” he murmurs, tracing my nipples with the pad of his finger. He drags his fingers down my ribs, along my belly, before undoing my pants. His eyes meet mine when he pulls my pants and panties down my body with one hard tug. His eyes fall to the apex of my thighs, and his expression softens.
“Fucking hell, you’re soaked for me, pretty girl.” I arch into the wall, spreading my legs as far as I can. He tracks the movement, heat flaring in his gaze. “I swear it must be your goal to have me coming in my pants like a teenager.”
“Don’t come yet. I want you inside me for that.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters before he leans forward, pressing his nose into my pubic bone, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good.”
I’m breathless, unable to speak, just feel, as he leaves his nose right there while he pulls my boots off, then tugs my pants and panties over my feet. As he drags his nose up my seam, his tongue peeks out, licking the length of my pussy like I’m a scoop of ice cream. His heated gaze meets mine, and I choke on a moan.
So, this is where I die?
“I need more,” he mutters, his lips moving against my swollen, dripping lips. “Can I have more, pretty girl?”
I nod like a damn bobblehead, and he grins the most lethal grin I’ve ever seen. It’s all teeth, all confident alpha male, and it can only mean one thing.
He’s about to destroy my pussy.
He lifts my leg over his shoulder and buries his face between my legs. He licks my entrance, dipping his tongue inside me, and I cry out, bracing my hands on his shoulders as I arch against the door. He groans against me before dragging his tongue up my lips and finding my clit with ease. He sucks, he nibbles, and he swirls his magic tongue against it with such determination, I know I have no choice but to surrender.
