Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
He’s a perfect fit. It’s only when he reaches the end of my channel that my eyes fly open, back down to find he’s just been staring at me the whole time.
I clasp his jaw in my hands. His cock pushes in the last bit and it’s as if just there, the very tip of him rings some bell.
My back arches and I begin to spasm with the start of a body-shaking orgasm. “More,” I manage to gasp before the pleasure starts to blind me.
For once, Domhnall is the one good at obeying. He pulls out and then pushes slowly back in, hitting the same spot so deep inside me. I clench around him, and everything grows more intense. It’s an impossible fit between him and the sizeable plug he worked in my ass earlier. He’s inside me. The puzzle pieces finally fit together in one flesh.
But what amps up the pleasure to even wilder heights is watching Domhnall’s face as he looks down at me. The mixture of agony and pleasure stretching his gorgeous features makes me clench on his thick cock even harder. Which has him rocking forwards in a satisfying, hard thrust right after he’s pulled out.
“Fuck,” he spits, “did I hurt you?”
“Harder,” I squeak through the spasming pleasure. “I need it harder.”
His eyes widen but his hips jerk backward and forwards, some part of him clearly getting the message.
“Fuck!” he shouts, dropping his face into my neck. “Brooke. You’re so fecking tight. So perfect, love, I can’t—”
He’s really thrusting now, and the power of him, the weight of him as his cock finally rams into me deep the way I’ve needed it all along—it consumes me. His arm wrapped around me protects me from banging into the wood behind me, caring for me even while he pleasures me and takes his own pleasure simultaneously—
“Domhn!” I scream, locking my ankles around his waist and riding him back as he yanks me off the wall and fucks me in the air. He lifts me up and drops me back down on his long cock by my waist, again and again.
I’m coming so fucking hard, and it doesn’t stop, the first orgasm riding directly into a second, and then a third as Domhnall keeps fucking me. The entire club around us has gone silent.
“Oh fuck, Domhnall, yes.” I clutch his neck with one arm and dig my nails into his scalp with the other. “Oh god, harder, please.”
“I’ll give ya harder, and more. Oh fuck, I’ll give ya everything. The whole fecking world, love. I’ll give ya the whole fecking world.”
Somehow while he’s holding my weight in the air and screwing my brains out, he manages to shift his hand so he can grab my ass, pinching one of his marks. The pain mingles with the pleasure, and I squeeze down so hard on his cock as ecstasy bursts out the top of my skull like an explosion.
I feel Domhnall pumping and then he stills, whole body shuddering. A pleasured groan sounds from low in his chest. My joy at feeling him fill me and drip down my thighs bursts as bright as the orgasm still shaking my limbs.
“I love you,” I breathe into his ear as I clutch his neck, compulsively squeezing around his cock again and again, milking even more cum out of him.
He gasps and his hands squeeze my waist. His flinty blue eyes shoot to me. “Do ya mean it?” I see the young man from the pictures on his face, vulnerable and completely stripped. “Love, do you mean it?”
Love. It’s just the pet name he calls me, and I don’t know if he’ll ever really be able to say it back to me. But I can’t hold it in my heart anymore without it bursting out of my lips. “I love you, Domhn. I think I’ve loved you for a very, very long time.”
He kisses me, then, and I feel joy and boyish exuberance in his kiss.
As if I’ve healed him in this moment.
Like I’ve finally brought peace to the troubled man by giving him everything he ever secretly wanted but could never admit to himself because of all the complicated pain wrapped up in us.
I feel that peace, too, and I’m happy. So, so happy.
I slump my head on his shoulder and open my eyes lazily.
“I love you, too,” he whispers back.
But the utterance of it rings like a nonsensical, dissonant echo in my head.
Because my veins have frozen solid as ice.
With me faced the way I am, I can see over Domhnall’s shoulder to the back corner of the club.
Moira’s there, pushing open the back door.
And in that instance, several shattering things happen in the space of a single moment.
Domhnall’s ringing confession of love.
Moira leaping into the arms of an older man standing in the light outside the back door.