Irish Bear's Enemy (Boston Bear Brothers 4)

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside of me,” she panted, pushing her hips upward as an offering.

He planted his knees on either side of her small frame, enjoying having her pinned beneath him, helpless, wanton.

“You want what inside of you?” he prodded.

“I want your cock inside of me. Stop teasing me, Ronan,” she begged.

“Where?”

“In my pussy. I want you to bury your cock inside me.”

He leaned down to kiss her, reaching down to massage her clit with his fingers as she squirmed beneath him.

“You’re so wet already. I love how wet you get for me,” he told her. Moving his head downward, he circled her nipples once again with his mouth, alternately suckling and biting them gently.

“Umph, that’s driving me crazy. They’re so tender, and that’s . . .” her voice trailed off, overcome by a sharp intake of breath as his fingers found just the right spot in the wetness between her legs.

Her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, trying to push his cock further into her. Instead, he pulled away, lifting her ass toward him and swinging her legs over his shoulders. Her entire body seized as he brought his mouth to her pussy and began lapping at her juices. Something completely inarticulate escaped her lips in a throaty reflex.

“You’ve gotten a lot more sensitive,” he told her.

He could feel that her folds were more swollen, just as her breasts were slightly larger in his hands. Her puffy pink center felt like velvet against his tongue. He loved how much he was making her squirm. Sliding his hands beneath her ass cheeks, he lifted her up closer and blew gently across her clit, seizing the moment that she bucked forward in reaction to eagerly drive his tongue into her hot, slippery slit. He lapped at her eagerly as she wiggled against him, writhing with ecstasy.

“God, you taste fucking amazing.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” she insisted.

He plunged his tongue inside of her, his teeth lightly scraping against her pussy lips. She was on the edge, her body taut with frustration. He wiggled one finger and then another inside of her, enjoying the way she groaned as he grazed his teeth against her clit and slipped his tongue inside her walls alongside his fingers. She clutched at the sofa around her, trying to find some traction, trying to get him deeper inside of her as he continued to tease her.

Slowly, he began pumping his fingers in and out of her in a deliberate rhythm that coincided with the moans escaping her as he milked her pussy. He could feel her tighten around his fingers, eager to get off, but she wasn’t there quite yet. He picked up the pace, giving her what he knew she wanted, finger-fucking her until she exploded with an orgasm so violent that her entire body bucked and rocked forward almost powerfully enough to unseat them both from the sofa.

“Did that feel good?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. He wasn’t done with her just yet. He dove right back in, ravaging her aching center with his tongue and fingers until she was lost to another spasm of climaxes and continuing until she begged for mercy.

“Please, I might pass out if you keep that up. Fuck me now, Ronan,” she mewed.

He gave her what she wanted, spearing her with the tip of his cock and then easing further into her, watching her body absorb him little by little until he was buried inside her. His strokes were hard, powerful, their bodies bouncing off one another as they joined and separated forcefully until it felt like they were going to catch fire from the friction created by their heated union.

He loved it when they were like this, letting their animal urges out to just allow their bodies to dictate what they wanted from one another. He pulled free of her for a moment, flipping her over and positioning her against the end of the sofa before climbing off it and standing at one end. He raised her perfect backside upward and entered her from behind, his hands on either side of her waist as he pulled her back and forth onto his throbbing, heavy cock.

His body rocked in and out of her until he was hitting bottom, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He couldn’t take much more, letting his body surrender to hers as she milked every ounce of what he had with her tight pussy. It was primal, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Pushing her away, he resisted the urge to give in and pulled free of her again, taking a seat on the sofa and moving her over onto his lap with her back toward him. She sat, impaling herself on his rock-hard cock and riding him reverse-cowgirl style. He let her set the pace as she began alternating between slow, deep strokes and rapid-fire fucking, her screams of pleasure filling the room around them.