Chapter 18 Brigid
EIGHTEEN
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“Puck,” I gasped.
He sank his teeth into my neck as his hands pawed at my clothes.
My nipples puckered so tightly for him that I swear to fuck they started to throb.
His teeth raked against my skin, marking me with red streaks as I gripped his shirt.
And after he came up for air, he leaned back just enough to slip his shirt over his head.
Revealing a set of abs I could have washed my laundry on.
“Jesus fuck, I missed those,” I whispered.
He grinned. “Now you know how I felt about these thighs.”
He pulled me away from the wall and I giggled. My hatred for him melted away as he set me on top of my kitchen countertop. Our clothes came off in a flurry of tugging and ripped stitches, causing popping sounds that reverberated through my mind as his tongue assaulted my aching tits.
I gripped his hair, clinging to him as he picked me back up. And when he pressed me back against the wall, I felt his dick pulsing at my entrance.
“Brigid,” he growled.
I gripped his hair and pulled his head back, gazing into his eyes. “Take me. Now.”
With a single thrust of his hips, he sank deeply into my body.
My jaw unhinged and my eyes rolled back as my legs locked swiftly around his waist. He pounded against me, the slapping sounds of our bodies wafting around us.
I clung to him, accepting his assault upon my body, peppering kisses along every inch of skin my mouth found.
Before my legs locked up.
“Shit. Puck. Please.”
He growled before his whispered voice found the shell of my ear. “Don’t you dare come without me.”
I whimpered. “Jesus fuck.”
He ripped me away from the wall with his cock still sheathed within my warmth.
He walked me back into my bedroom with my body practically draped over his like a loose fucking coat.
I reveled in the way his dick filled me.
His muscles tightened and released against me, reminding me of the work he was more than willing to put in simply for my pleasure.
My heart took flight as he settled my back against the mattress.
He ran his hands up and down my smooth legs, drinking my nakedness in with his thighs.
Then, his dick fell from between my legs as he gripped my ankles and flipped me over.
“Holy shit!”
He chuckled as he lifted my ass into the air. “Such a good girl for me. Now hold still.”
He shoved himself back into my wet warmth and all I knew was his voice.
All I knew was the feeling of his body against my own.
He fisted my hair, shoving my cheek against my comforter as my ass jiggled with every thrust of his hips.
His growls held me hostage while his cock worked me in ways that made my toes curl.
Fireworks burst throughout my nerves and I swear to hell on high, I saw God as the heavens parted behind my eyelids.
And as my pussy massaged his cock, I whimpered, trying to stave off my orgasm.
“Puck, please.”
He smacked my ass. “Don’t you dare.”
Tears crested my eyes. “I can’t hold it. It’s too much. You feel too good, and I just—”
He tugged at my hair, pulling me straight up from the bed.
And the second my back landed against his chest, he wrapped his arms around me.
He cupped my tits, tugging at them as he fucked me from behind.
My limp body tried its best to stay upright, but his thick arm muscles tightened every time my body wanted to collapse forward.
“So fucking wet for me,” he grunted.
I reached my hands back, sliding them into his hair. “Puck. Puck. I can’t take it any longer. Please. Come with me. I’m begging you.”
He bit into my shoulder, sucking in a patch of skin so hard that I knew it’d leave a mark. And after he released me, he kissed that same spot before his lips found my ear once more.
“On my count,” he murmured.
I nodded quickly as his hand slid down my stomach, approaching my pussy with a torturous slowness.
“One,” he whispered.
His fingers parted my pussy lips and I shivered as the cold air of my apartment hit my swollen nub.
“Two,” he said softly.
His fingers dipped between my lower lips, softly tracing my pulsing mound.
“Jesus fuck!” I exclaimed. “Now, Puck! Please!”
And just to torture me a little longer, his nose traced up and down my raging pulse point before he growled that beautiful number into my ear.
“Three.”
“Holy fuck, Puck,” I choked out.
My orgasm washed over me so hard that my vision went dark. The last thing I remembered was his finger pressing into my oversensitive clit before my muscles all contracted at once. And when I came to, with the darkness lifting from my eyes, I found myself staring at the ceiling.
While Puck slid his fingers through my hair with my head sitting in his naked lap.
He grinned down at me. “Morning.”
I furrowed my brow. “Huh?”
He cleared his throat. “Think you passed out on me.”
I waved my hand lazily in the air. “Nah. You’re not that good.”
He chuckled. “Okay, beautiful.”
I blushed at his words as I tried to get my bearings. “You’re still here.”
He snickered. “Of course. I’m tasked with making sure you’re safe.”
I closed my eyes. “What time is it?”
He paused and his body shifted before he answered. “Seven in the evening.”
I groaned as I rolled over onto my side. “You hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
“Good. How do you feel about Chinese?”
He smiled down at me. “Tell me what you want. Dinner’s on me tonight.”
And as I laid there, staring up into his monstrously beautiful face, only one thought crossed my mind.
He’s easily the best I’ve ever had.