Chapter 10
ten
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Maggie
There is something about Dermot Aldridge in slacks and a white jacket that gets me going.
But Dermot Aldridge in Carhartt brown overalls, on his knees for me…? Well, that’s a sight that can induce an orgasm without a single touch.
Dermot’s dark eyes are wicked as he licks my bottom lip once more, and then he reaches up to pull off his dark-brown knit hat. He throws it to the floor as I lean into the door, my chest heaving while he lowers to his knees. I lick my lips when he looks up at me like I’m the goddess at his altar.
“God, you’re so hot,” I sigh dreamily as I take him in. His eyes are smoldering, his lips swollen from our hot-ass kissing, and his dark hair is all over the place. I reach out, pushing a strand out of his eyes, and his lips curve ever so slightly.
Without a word and without taking his eyes from mine, he tips his chin up at me. “Take off your shirt.”
I’ve never taken my shirt off so quickly in my life.
My breasts rise and fall in my bra as his eyes eat up every single inch of my exposed skin.
He mutters a curse before he reaches up, running a finger along the swell of one breast, to the valley between, then over the other.
I watch as his breath speeds up, and I feel like I’m coming out of my skin from the reverence in his eyes.
He pulls my bra down, my breasts popping out of the top, and I hiss a breath at the drag of the fabric against my hard nipples.
“Dermot,” I whimper, and his eyes flare with need.
“Fucking stunning,” he murmurs, tracing my nipples with the pad of his finger.
He drags his fingers down my ribs, along my belly, before undoing my pants.
His eyes meet mine when he pulls my pants and panties down my body with one hard tug.
His eyes fall to the apex of my thighs, and his expression softens.
“Fucking hell, you’re soaked for me, pretty girl.” I arch into the wall, spreading my legs as far as I can. He tracks the movement, heat flaring in his gaze. “I swear it must be your goal to have me coming in my pants like a teenager.”
“Don’t come yet. I want you inside me for that.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters before he leans forward, pressing his nose into my pubic bone, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good.”
I’m breathless, unable to speak, just feel, as he leaves his nose right there while he pulls my boots off, then tugs my pants and panties over my feet.
As he drags his nose up my seam, his tongue peeks out, licking the length of my pussy like I’m a scoop of ice cream.
His heated gaze meets mine, and I choke on a moan.
So, this is where I die?
“I need more,” he mutters, his lips moving against my swollen, dripping lips. “Can I have more, pretty girl?”
I nod like a damn bobblehead, and he grins the most lethal grin I’ve ever seen. It’s all teeth, all confident alpha male, and it can only mean one thing.
He’s about to destroy my pussy.
He lifts my leg over his shoulder and buries his face between my legs.
He licks my entrance, dipping his tongue inside me, and I cry out, bracing my hands on his shoulders as I arch against the door.
He groans against me before dragging his tongue up my lips and finding my clit with ease.
He sucks, he nibbles, and he swirls his magic tongue against it with such determination, I know I have no choice but to surrender.
The heat gathers in my lower belly before it explodes inside me, leaving me to plead for my life.
“Dermot, yes, right there. Fuck, yesssss. Fuck, I’m coming,” I cry out as I grip his head and press his face hard against my pussy.
He digs his fingers into my hips, holding me still as I come all over his face.
He doesn’t let up—no, he continues to suck and lick as I come so hard, my legs are shaking.
I would be in a puddle on the floor if he weren’t holding me, not that I would care.
I just want him.
He kisses my inner thigh, then my pussy, then my other thigh, before he looks up at me. His face is wet with my release, his eyes dark and wanton as he kisses me once more. “Fucking perfect.”
I blow out a breath, still struggling to remember how to speak. “I think you ate my soul out of my pussy.”
He chuckles against my thigh. “Love your way with words.”
“I do have a good mouth,” I exhale with a smile, and his lips split in a grin.
“Oh, pretty girl. I have every intention of finding out if that’s true.”
I lean down, meeting his lips, and he kisses me eagerly.
I taste myself all over his lips, and I’m obsessed with it.
Like I’ve marked him or something silly like that.
I reach for the clips of his overalls, unhooking them as he places my leg on the floor to stand.
Our lips and tongues play as I push his overalls down, and he yanks off his thermal.
I pull back and moan at the sight I’ve unwrapped.
His chest is toned and defined with thick, coarse black hair all over it.
A line of hair trails down into his green boxer briefs.
His cock—holy fictional male character cock—strains against the fabric, and my mouth goes dry.
“I knew you’d be big,” I say softly as he stands to toe out of his boots.
I reach for his boxers, and he grins up at me. “Did you now?”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly as I push them down. “You have big dick energy.”
“Thanks…?”
“You’re welcome,” I say as I stroke him from root to tip. “I have an IUD and was tested a year ago after my last partner.”
His eyes widen a bit as they lock with mine. I step closer, stroking him again. He’s heavy and hot in my hand, and I want him inside me. Bare. He takes in a shuddering breath but continues to hold my gaze. “I haven’t been with anyone in six years. And I just had a physical.”
“That’s a shame with a cock this thick and long. Doing the female population a disservice, Doctor,” I tease, kissing his bottom lip.
He kisses my lips, a long, lusty kiss that has my toes curling against the hardwood. “I haven’t wanted anyone—until now,” he admits, looking into my eyes.
I lean in, kissing him again. “Fuck me bare.”
He groans as he slides his hands to the backs of my knees, and he lifts me to slam me into the door.
I know Kip is losing his mind, but we are both too focused on each other to care.
Still kissing him, I reach between us and notch his cock at my entrance.
He tears his mouth from mine, our eyes meeting again, before he asks, “You sure?”
I lift my hips just a fraction, so he enters me a little in response, and his eyes fall shut as he presses his forehead to mine.
He swallows hard when my fingers dig into his shoulders, and then we both look down to watch him enter me.
Dermot looks like he won’t fit, but I know he will.
The stretch is absolutely delectable, and I moan like a feral animal.
He’s so big, but the pain turns to pleasure with every inch deeper he goes.
“Relax, pretty girl. You can take me,” he mutters against my lips, and I cry out as he thrusts again, seating himself fully inside me.
We both groan at the same time, and when his gaze meets mine, I know I’m a fool for this guy. Gone is his uncertainty, replaced by pure confidence as he pulls out, then thrusts back in. The sounds of his cock ramming into my wet center are downright lewd, but I could listen to it all day.
Or maybe it’s his words.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Harder.”
“You want it hard, pretty girl? Can you take it?”
“Yes!” I cry out as he pounds into me.
“I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” he tells me, thrusting into me hard and fast. The way I want. “You were laughing on a paddleboat in Promise Pond, and I have never wanted to instantly fuck someone so much in my life.”
I cry out as he hits that spot that has me going nuts. “That was a year ago!”
“Yeah,” he groans, his hips snapping against my thighs. “A year.” Thrust. “Of me.” Thrust. “Wanting only you.” Thrust. “Fucking my hand.” Thrust. “All because I was scared to go for what I want.”
I come, so fucking hard my legs tremble in his grip.
I scream his name, clutching him as I squeeze him tightly.
His grunts are loud and so delicious. His eyes are on me, and I feel like the most gorgeous girl in the world under his wanton gaze.
He’s right behind me, and the feel of him filling me is something I’ve never craved from a man.
But I’m learning I crave everything about Dermot.
His breath is hot against my lips as he digs his fingers into the backs of my thighs, leaving marks I am going to appreciate later. I take in his flushed face, the sweat along his brow, and his eyes that are tightly shut.
He’s stunning.
Without warning, his lips move against mine as he tells me, “But I’m not scared anymore, Maggie.”