The heat gathers in my lower belly before it explodes inside me, leaving me to plead for my life. “Dermot, yes, right there. Fuck, yesssss. Fuck, I’m coming,” I cry out as I grip his head and press his face hard against my pussy. He digs his fingers into my hips, holding me still as I come all over his face. He doesn’t let up—no, he continues to suck and lick as I come so hard, my legs are shaking. I would be in a puddle on the floor if he weren’t holding me, not that I would care.
I just want him.
He kisses my inner thigh, then my pussy, then my other thigh, before he looks up at me. His face is wet with my release, his eyes dark and wanton as he kisses me once more. “Fucking perfect.”
I blow out a breath, still struggling to remember how to speak. “I think you ate my soul out of my pussy.”
He chuckles against my thigh. “Love your way with words.”
“I do have a good mouth,” I exhale with a smile, and his lips split in a grin.
“Oh, pretty girl. I have every intention of finding out if that’s true.”
I lean down, meeting his lips, and he kisses me eagerly. I taste myself all over his lips, and I’m obsessed with it. Like I’ve marked him or something silly like that. I reach for the clips of his overalls, unhooking them as he places my leg on the floor to stand. Our lips and tongues play as I push his overalls down, and he yanks off his thermal. I pull back and moan at thesight I’ve unwrapped. His chest is toned and defined with thick, coarse black hair all over it. A line of hair trails down into his green boxer briefs. His cock—holy fictional male character cock—strains against the fabric, and my mouth goes dry.
“I knew you’d be big,” I say softly as he stands to toe out of his boots.
I reach for his boxers, and he grins up at me. “Did you now?”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly as I push them down. “You have big dick energy.”
“Thanks…?”
“You’re welcome,” I say as I stroke him from root to tip. “I have an IUD and was tested a year ago after my last partner.”
His eyes widen a bit as they lock with mine. I step closer, stroking him again. He’s heavy and hot in my hand, and I want him inside me. Bare. He takes in a shuddering breath but continues to hold my gaze. “I haven’t been with anyone in six years. And I just had a physical.”
“That’s a shame with a cock this thick and long. Doing the female population a disservice, Doctor,” I tease, kissing his bottom lip.
He kisses my lips, a long, lusty kiss that has my toes curling against the hardwood. “I haven’t wanted anyone—until now,” he admits, looking into my eyes.
I lean in, kissing him again. “Fuck me bare.”
He groans as he slides his hands to the backs of my knees, and he lifts me to slam me into the door. I know Kip is losing his mind, but we are both too focused on each other to care. Still kissing him, I reach between us and notch his cock at my entrance. He tears his mouth from mine, our eyes meeting again, before he asks, “You sure?”
I lift my hips just a fraction, so he enters me a little in response, and his eyes fall shut as he presses his forehead to mine. He swallows hard when my fingers dig into his shoulders,and then we both look down to watch him enter me. Dermot looks like he won’t fit, but I know he will. The stretch is absolutely delectable, and I moan like a feral animal. He’s so big, but the pain turns to pleasure with every inch deeper he goes. “Relax, pretty girl. You can take me,” he mutters against my lips, and I cry out as he thrusts again, seating himself fully inside me.
We both groan at the same time, and when his gaze meets mine, I know I’m a fool for this guy. Gone is his uncertainty, replaced by pure confidence as he pulls out, then thrusts back in. The sounds of his cock ramming into my wet center are downright lewd, but I could listen to it all day.
Or maybe it’s his words.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Harder.”
“You want it hard, pretty girl? Can you take it?”
“Yes!” I cry out as he pounds into me.
“I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” he tells me, thrusting into me hard and fast. The way I want. “You were laughing on a paddleboat in Promise Pond, and I have never wanted to instantly fuck someone so much in my life.”
I cry out as he hits that spot that has me going nuts. “That was a year ago!”
“Yeah,” he groans, his hips snapping against my thighs. “A year.” Thrust. “Of me.” Thrust. “Wanting only you.” Thrust. “Fucking my hand.” Thrust. “All because I was scared to go for what I want.”
I come, so fucking hard my legs tremble in his grip. I scream his name, clutching him as I squeeze him tightly. His grunts are loud and so delicious. His eyes are on me, and I feel like the most gorgeous girl in the world under his wanton gaze. He’s right behind me, and the feel of him filling me is something I’ve never craved from a man.
But I’m learning I crave everything about Dermot.
