F*ck Of The Irish (The Hard And Dirty Holidays #4) - Plot & Excerpts
He stilled once he was all the way, his tip hitting the back of me. My pussy convulsed around him, unused to the sudden intrusion, but sending skittering sparks of pleasure to my clit. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He slid out and then back in again. This time it was only pleasure. I ran my hands down his back as he drew out and shoved inside me again, roughly and with a groan. I loved it. He let go of my hair and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head. He leveraged up from me, bearing down on my hands as he started a hard rhythm, his thrusts jarring the bed, our skin slapping together. “Look at me, love.” I stared into his blue eyes as he fucked me, my legs spread wide and my heels digging into his ass as his pistoned again and again into me. I’d be bruised and sore, but I wanted it all. His aggression was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
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