Page 14 of Guarding Salvation

Bram let her be in charge for a minute, but she knew he was dying to take over. She could tell he loved control. She didn’t know how she knew that, but she did.

As she ground against him, seeking that pleasure she’d only ever found on her own, her hand continued stroking his cock. Bram pulled her shirt open, the buttons popping and landing everywhere in the silence of the room, filled only with the sounds of moaning and whimpers. She’d be hunting for those later but right now she didn’t care. All she wanted were his hands on her fevered skin, easing the ache that was blistering in its intensity.

Bram’s eyes landed on her tits, and he rubbed a calloused thumb over each pebbled nipple, making her arch into him, a moan in her throat. Pulling down the cups on her bra, he let her breasts sit high, like a prize waiting to be claimed and he wasted no time doing it. His mouth sucked her nipple hard, his teeth nipping before his tongue soothed the ache.

If he carried on like that, she might climax just from his mouth on her breasts. As he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, she ground harder against him, the wetness from him coating her hand, allowing it to slide faster over his cock.

“Stop.” His hand stilled her as he let her nipple go with a pop. “I need to be inside that sweet pussy.”

Bram flipped her so she lay on the bed and stood over her, his cock standing proud over his jeans, the rest of him still clothed and it was fucking erotic as hell. Shedding his jacket, he lifted a hand behind his head, pulling his t-shirt off. Now, the beauty of all those tattoos was exposed in the light coming from her bathroom light, the same one she’d left on that morning, and it made her mouth water, wanting to explore them with her tongue, as did the V of muscle at his hips.

Bram smirked at the hot look she was giving him and dropped to his knees on the floor, his shoulders pushing her legs apart. With large, capable hands he undid the button on her jeans and pulled them and the cream lace G-string down her legs. She was on the run, but nice underwear was a must for her, and the one thing she wouldn’t give up unless she had no choice.

“So fucking sexy.”

His head dipped and he didn’t ease in or tease. Bram went straight for the kill, his tongue licking up the seam of her pussy, lapping at her like she was his favourite treat before suckling on her clit and making her whimper, her fingers grabbing hold of his hair and holding on tight.

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

Bram pushed a finger into her pussy. Not used to the intrusion her body clamped down and he growled as he fucked her with his finger before adding another and doing some kind of twist action which made her scream as her climax hit her from nowhere, making her arch off the bed.

Bram withdrew his fingers, a sexy smirk gracing his handsome face as he crawled up her body, kissing her hips and belly as he did. Aoife curled her legs around him, bringing him closer to her body as he slid his cock through her lips, rubbing her sensitive clit, making them both groan.

“Condom.”

He kissed her and she could taste herself on him and, instead of turning her off, it turned her on to taste herself on his tongue.

“Be right back and leave the bra on. I like looking at your tits like that, imaging my cock sliding through them.”

Dirty talk had never been her thing until now, and now she couldn’t get enough of his dirty words.

She watched, her brain scrambled of any thought except the man in front of her rocking her world. He grabbed a condom from his jeans and stepped out of them, showcasing the ink on his groin and legs. Seeing him sheath his thick cock as he rolled the latex down the length made her clench her legs together to ease the ache that was building again.

“You wet, Irish?” Aoife stayed silent as he prowled towards her, his fingers finding her pussy and sliding through the wetness there. “Fucking soaked for me.”

Instead of getting between her legs like she’d expected, he moved up the bed beside her and sat with his back to the headboard. Holding out his hand, he pulled her up to him and kissed her.

“I want you to ride me, darlin’.”

Aoife grinned and straddled his hips, her heat rubbing against his cock as she lifted up. Grasping the base of his dick, she slid down, slowly, his huge cock filling her, stretching her and she threw her head back as she bottomed out with him inside her. It had been so long for her that it took a second to get used to the feel of him inside her. Bram gripped her hips, seeming to fight the urge to move and giving her back the control he seemed to instinctively know she needed.

Her heavy eyes came back to his and he held her tight, his hands squeezing and stroking as he looked at her like she was a feast and he was starving to death. She clenched around him, bringing his eyes back to her face.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

Aoife didn’t answer but began to ride him, slow at first as she got used to his size. Finding her rhythm, she sped up slightly, letting instinct take over. His mouth was on her nipples, suckling hard, flicking the tight buds as his hands tilted her hips and he hit that special place inside her that made her cry out in pleasure.

As her second orgasm built, her movements became jerky and Bram took over, fucking into her from beneath as he chased his climax too.

“One more for me, Irish. I need to feel that tight pussy squeeze me as you ride me.”

His words and the sensual assault he was laying on her tipped her over the edge and she sobbed out his name as waves of pleasure drowned her. Seconds later, Bram came and she could feel the heat of his seed inside her as it sparked off a ripple of pleasure inside her again.

His head landed on her shoulder as he pulled her closer, holding her to his body and she liked how it made her feel safe.

“I think you fucked me dry.”