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He gives me more, pumping his tongue in and out of me, slowly at first then hard and fast.
I can’t control the mindless moans that pour from me. As I imagine his cock inside me doing the same thing as his tongue, I come harder than I ever have in my life.
The flames of passion lick over my skin at such an intensity that my body shudders in convulsive waves, each slapping over me, one after the other.I arch into the bedsheet. And I take it all.
Cillian licks me clean, taking all that flows from me and arousing me all over again.The feel of his tongue caressing my secret parts is so amazing that I find myself sinking into the sweet sensation.
I’m still basking in the luxuriating glow when he straightens and licks his lips.
“Delicious. Absolutely fucking delicious.” His penetrating stare burns through me. Raising his arm, he looks at his watch and smiles. “Five minutes to go. It’s my turn now. I want you to suck my dick.”
My eyes grow wide when he unzips his pants and shoves them down to take out his cock.
He’s massive. But I knew he would be.
His cock is long, thick, and perfectly erect.
“Come on, lass, clock’s ticking.” He fists his cock, staring at me as if he owns me.
I slide to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. As I do I feel like I own him, too.
Chapter Thirteen
Cillian
Chloe slides her hot little mouth over my cock and I feel like the king of the fucking world.
She takes me deep into her mouth. As she sucks I lace my fingers through the silky strands of her hair and pound into her mouth.
Fuck. This is everything. This moment makes up for all the shit I’ve been dealing with over the last few weeks.
This woman feels like a gift from the gods to restore my sanity. Or maybe she’s here to make me crazier. Because look at me, here to claim eighteen and a half minutes and timing everything I do with her so I get just enough of everything.
I’ve been pitching a tent since last night when I all but dismissed her from my sight.
Little did she know that I wanted to take her right there on the sofa.
It was too soon for that; this is better.
I get the feeling, though, that she wouldn’t have complained too much if I had just taken her.
I smelled her arousal when I first kissed her and I knew she wanted me.
Now I have her and I feel alive.
I pound harder into her mouth, making her deep-throat me until a tear slides down the side of her cheek.
I fuck her face and she continues to take me.
Good girl.
On her knees before me she looks like a goddess, and it’s me who should be worshiping her.
Because this is it. This is the last time I’m supposed to see her. There’s no reason for me to see her after this and the sane part of me knows that she needs to be with someone good.
Someone safe. Someone who’s not like me. The mafia boss.
She needs a guy who doesn’t have to carry a gun or sleep with one eye open in case his enemies decide to attack him and slaughter everyone in his house.
