Dirty English
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She smiled. “I know.”
I grimaced. “It’s killing me that I can’t put my fingers in you. Is my mouth okay?”
Her eyes glittered with heat. “Are you kidding me? Yes . Please use your mouth.”
I fell to my knees and tossed one of her legs over my shoulder as she arched back. She was soaked, and I centered on her nub, my tongue coaxing and flirting with her core, mimicking the motions of what my cock would soon be doing inside her.
My hands itched to touch her sheath, to delve into its sweetness, but instead I cupped her breasts and squeezed. She gasped out my name and swiveled toward me. More.
She pulled my head back and stared down at me, a wild look in her eye. “Declan, please . I can’t wait any longer.”
I stood, my hands picking her up as her legs went around me. I knifed inside her, and my body sang in relief, the intense pleasure of sliding into her making me yell out.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered in her neck as I pumped gently, easing in more and more of my length.
“You won’t,” she whispered.
I pumped soft then hard, seating myself until I was all the way in.
Her fingers dug in my shoulders and spurred me on, her small hips jerking to get more, her body clenching and sucking me.
I roared. She was mine, and I knew I’d never want another girl for the rest of my life like this. Using my chest, I pressed her further into the wall and pounded her with an unflinching rhythm, my cock bursting already to come. She felt so damn good bareback, her hot, velvet core wet with need. I hammered in and out, thrusting with powerful strokes. She moaned when I locked my arms on either side of her, holding her tight so I could angle down to press my pelvis against her sensitive skin. I rocked against her nub, my hands cupping her arse, positioning her to take every single deliberate stroke.
She tugged at my hair and yanked my face up to hers. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”
“Never.”
I snatched her lips and kissed her roughly while she clung to my scalp, her fingers digging in. My mouth went deep over hers.
The sounds of us, her gasps, my grunts, the smacking of our bodies …
“You, all for you.”
She screamed out her orgasm, her legs locking around my hips.
I let out a shout as I came inside her, the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt shuddering through me, a wave of heat and desire and need that culminated in one burst of sensation. My body rippled and jerked with aftershocks, and I panted over her, my chest heaving like I’d run a marathon.
HE HANDED OVER my skirt and shirt, a little smile on his full lips as he watched me dress. I took my time, liking his hot gaze on me as I slipped them back on, my legs and arms loose from our crazy sex.
“Orgasm aside, I’m really pissed at you right now.”
He speared me with a cocked eyebrow as he adjusted his shorts. “Do I have to ask?”
“That fight,” I called out, getting worked up again at his blasé attitude. “You’re taking a huge risk for money, I get that, but if you get caught you can go to jail. It might be hard to run a business from a cell, Declan.”
“You’re gorgeous when you get your knickers in a twist, you know that?”
I crossed my arms. Why was it so hard to be mad at him? He raked his gaze over me and rubbed his jaw, that intense look on his face like he was going to devour me. Again.
He grinned. “I almost got my arse kicked, and I don’t even give a damn because we’re going back to my flat for the next round. I want you naked and in my bed, and I’m going to make love to you until you aren’t mad at me anymore.” He reached out and tentatively touched my face with his swollen hands.
Well. I couldn’t say no to that.
WE DROPPED DAX off at the Tau house and then went to Declan’s apartment. He immediately went to the bathroom to clean up the blood and wash out the cuts. Dax and I had tried to get him to stop by the ER, but he refused, saying he’d had worse, and in the long run, it meant less questions being asked.
Speaking of questions, even though we’d had make-up sex in the alley, I still didn’t know where things stood between us.
I’d been rummaging through his fridge when I heard him shout from the bathroom. I tore open the door and found Declan pouring a bottle of antiseptic over his hands. Bruises that I hadn’t seen in the alley before, ugly, purple splotches, decorated his ribs and back.
Anger filled me. Dammit, I wanted to kill the Yeti. Declan wouldn’t even be paid for this fight. My hands fluttered around him. “You can’t do this again. Please tell me you won’t.”
“We’re getting in this shower together, and there will be very little talking involved.”
Oh, he was frustrating. I put my hands on my hips. “No.”
He didn’t say anything as he packed up his gauze and put it back in the cabinet, his face a mask. With his back to me, he shoved his shorts down, his back rippling with hard muscle as he bent over to turn on the shower. Water beat down, tapping on the ceramic.
“What? You’re just going to ignore me now?” I huffed, part of me lusting after his body, the other part of me wanting to smother him with my pitiful nursing abilities.
“If we’re going to do this thing …” My voice trailed off when he bent over to get a towel, his forearm brushing against the skin on my shoulder. I hissed. God, he was beautiful.
“And I know you’re trying to distract me, so just stop being all sexy and listen to me—”
I grimaced. “It’s killing me that I can’t put my fingers in you. Is my mouth okay?”
Her eyes glittered with heat. “Are you kidding me? Yes . Please use your mouth.”
I fell to my knees and tossed one of her legs over my shoulder as she arched back. She was soaked, and I centered on her nub, my tongue coaxing and flirting with her core, mimicking the motions of what my cock would soon be doing inside her.
My hands itched to touch her sheath, to delve into its sweetness, but instead I cupped her breasts and squeezed. She gasped out my name and swiveled toward me. More.
She pulled my head back and stared down at me, a wild look in her eye. “Declan, please . I can’t wait any longer.”
I stood, my hands picking her up as her legs went around me. I knifed inside her, and my body sang in relief, the intense pleasure of sliding into her making me yell out.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered in her neck as I pumped gently, easing in more and more of my length.
“You won’t,” she whispered.
I pumped soft then hard, seating myself until I was all the way in.
Her fingers dug in my shoulders and spurred me on, her small hips jerking to get more, her body clenching and sucking me.
I roared. She was mine, and I knew I’d never want another girl for the rest of my life like this. Using my chest, I pressed her further into the wall and pounded her with an unflinching rhythm, my cock bursting already to come. She felt so damn good bareback, her hot, velvet core wet with need. I hammered in and out, thrusting with powerful strokes. She moaned when I locked my arms on either side of her, holding her tight so I could angle down to press my pelvis against her sensitive skin. I rocked against her nub, my hands cupping her arse, positioning her to take every single deliberate stroke.
She tugged at my hair and yanked my face up to hers. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”
“Never.”
I snatched her lips and kissed her roughly while she clung to my scalp, her fingers digging in. My mouth went deep over hers.
The sounds of us, her gasps, my grunts, the smacking of our bodies …
“You, all for you.”
She screamed out her orgasm, her legs locking around my hips.
I let out a shout as I came inside her, the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt shuddering through me, a wave of heat and desire and need that culminated in one burst of sensation. My body rippled and jerked with aftershocks, and I panted over her, my chest heaving like I’d run a marathon.
HE HANDED OVER my skirt and shirt, a little smile on his full lips as he watched me dress. I took my time, liking his hot gaze on me as I slipped them back on, my legs and arms loose from our crazy sex.
“Orgasm aside, I’m really pissed at you right now.”
He speared me with a cocked eyebrow as he adjusted his shorts. “Do I have to ask?”
“That fight,” I called out, getting worked up again at his blasé attitude. “You’re taking a huge risk for money, I get that, but if you get caught you can go to jail. It might be hard to run a business from a cell, Declan.”
“You’re gorgeous when you get your knickers in a twist, you know that?”
I crossed my arms. Why was it so hard to be mad at him? He raked his gaze over me and rubbed his jaw, that intense look on his face like he was going to devour me. Again.
He grinned. “I almost got my arse kicked, and I don’t even give a damn because we’re going back to my flat for the next round. I want you naked and in my bed, and I’m going to make love to you until you aren’t mad at me anymore.” He reached out and tentatively touched my face with his swollen hands.
Well. I couldn’t say no to that.
WE DROPPED DAX off at the Tau house and then went to Declan’s apartment. He immediately went to the bathroom to clean up the blood and wash out the cuts. Dax and I had tried to get him to stop by the ER, but he refused, saying he’d had worse, and in the long run, it meant less questions being asked.
Speaking of questions, even though we’d had make-up sex in the alley, I still didn’t know where things stood between us.
I’d been rummaging through his fridge when I heard him shout from the bathroom. I tore open the door and found Declan pouring a bottle of antiseptic over his hands. Bruises that I hadn’t seen in the alley before, ugly, purple splotches, decorated his ribs and back.
Anger filled me. Dammit, I wanted to kill the Yeti. Declan wouldn’t even be paid for this fight. My hands fluttered around him. “You can’t do this again. Please tell me you won’t.”
“We’re getting in this shower together, and there will be very little talking involved.”
Oh, he was frustrating. I put my hands on my hips. “No.”
He didn’t say anything as he packed up his gauze and put it back in the cabinet, his face a mask. With his back to me, he shoved his shorts down, his back rippling with hard muscle as he bent over to turn on the shower. Water beat down, tapping on the ceramic.
“What? You’re just going to ignore me now?” I huffed, part of me lusting after his body, the other part of me wanting to smother him with my pitiful nursing abilities.
“If we’re going to do this thing …” My voice trailed off when he bent over to get a towel, his forearm brushing against the skin on my shoulder. I hissed. God, he was beautiful.
“And I know you’re trying to distract me, so just stop being all sexy and listen to me—”
