Page 120 of Sins of Innocence

"I want inside." I rock us so my dick slides in another inch. "But we're taking it slow."

"I don’t want slow," she pants. "I want you in me." She shimmies, trying to slide further down my engorged cock and she gains another inch, that delicious, slick heat clasping me like a fist.

The layers of her full skirt hide her intimate flesh from my eyes now, but her big tits sway with every movement, taunting me, their raspberry tips just begging for my mouth.

She's too short for me to suck on them without bending us both into pretzels, so I settle for cupping one of the lush mounds and pinching that tempting little peak.

"Oh, Kieran, yes! Please, big guy, do it again," she cries, her gaze feverish with lust.

This time, I pinch harder and she gives a keening moan, her head dropping back in a pose of total abandon. My grip on her plushy hip tightens and I rock our bodies together, pushing deeper inside. Have I ever taken this long to get inside a woman?

I'm big. Scarily big for some women. It always takes an effort to get inside, but not like this.

I need this to be perfect for her. I need her to crave me like I crave her. To want me over and over again.

Tonight. Tomorrow. For the rest of our lives.

I guide her up and then pull her down as I thrust upward, forcing my thick cock further into her tightness with each surge upward of my hips. Squeezing her breast, I rhythmically pinch the nipple, reveling in the way her inner walls contract and her pussy gushes more of her juices every time.

"I could play with your tits all night." I thrust up, a little harder this time.

Her soft body against my hard fingers is so damn perfect.

"Kieran, please!"

Unable to help myself any longer, I jackknife into a sitting position and lean forward to suck up a love bite on the top of her breast. I want my mark here.

Would she let me do it?

A triquetra, the Celtic trinity knot representing the family she's given me but also how our souls are entwined for eternity. Her dead husband will have to live eternity in hell alone, because even in death, Áine is mine now.

"Oh lord. That feels so good. Why does that feel so good?" she asks, her voice filled with needy confusion.

I clamp down lightly with my teeth before I release her soft skin. "Because your body was made for me."

Then I grip her hips with both hands and slam my mouth down on hers as I yank her toward me, finally pushing deep inside my woman.

She screams against my mouth, but she's trying to get closer to me, not farther away.

Wanting her touch now in a way I can no longer deny, I reach around Áine and undo the clips attaching the cuffs to the chain.

Her hands come forward immediately and she groans into my mouth. I massage her shoulders, helping her muscles acclimate to the release of tension but she lifts her hands and grabs the back of my head, diving deeper into the kiss.

Our mouths and hips move together until she has all of me inside her and her pussy is flush with my pelvis. I hold her there, enthralled by the sensation of being fully inside her. Her pussy spasms around me and she makes a mewling sound against my lips.

Our rocking grows more frenzied until her honey soaks the base of my cock and runs down my balls. She gyrates her hips, chasing sensation against her sweet little nub.

I grab one of her hands and guide it under her voluminous skirts, until our combined fingers slide against her clit. "Touch yourself, baby girl. I want you to come on my cock and milk every last drop of cum out of me."

I withdraw my hand and grab both of her tits this time, kneading the fleshy mounds. "I want to fuck these."

"Not now," she practically whines. "I want to come!"

Her hand's going so fast she's going to rub that poor, abused nub of hers raw.

My balls ache with the need to come.

Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer. But I don't have to.