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rhythm, and she could feel every thick, long inch of his prick pressed against her core. His tongue was magical, its thrusts matching the movement of his slim, muscular hips. They were both panting and moaning.
"Oh, Jaysus!" he groaned. He pulled back and gazed down at her. "Do you want to go further?"
Did she? Hell, yeah, she'd said so. Wait a second—VD. "Do you have a rubber?"
"Aye, in my wallet. Are you sure, Carly?" His voice was husky, sexy, and turning her to liquid.
"Aye," she smiled.
Byrne laughed. Even his laugh sounded sexy as hell. She had never seen a man move so fast. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out through his fly. She couldn't keep the gasp from escaping her lips. Okay, it was a slight exaggeration he could strap his prick to his leg but it was damned close. Seeing his dick up close aroused her further. He rolled on the condom.
Carly laid back and closed her eyes. She expected to be fucked. Instead, Byrne again kissed her. The result was molten, blood-boiling ecstasy. The head of his cock teased her soaking wet folds. Still, he didn't enter her. Slowly and languidly he caressed her body and senses. She opened her eyes. He was beautiful. No, Byrne was not fucking her. He was making love to her, just as he'd said. Carly blinked back her gathering tears. She did not expect this tender, thorough lovemaking from Brogan Byrne, the rock monster. His cock moved aside the slim piece of silk covering her wetness, pushed into her folds a couple of inches, and then he pulled back. Next he moved in a little deeper and then back out again. It was torture—agonizing, sweet torment. She wriggled her hips impatiently. Carly could feel the smile in his kiss. His tongue plunged deeper, and at the exact same moment his cock pushed in to the hilt.
She cried out, not from pain but from pure raw pleasure. His tongue thrusts matched the movement of his cock. She dug her heels into his back even more, angling her hips for a slick, solid stroke. This was beyond anything she'd ever experienced. Her hands grasped the muscular globes of his jean-clad ass. Carly pulled Byrne in as tight as she could. He pulled away from the kiss and nuzzled her neck again before he traced passionate kisses down to her collarbone, then up to her neck. His tongue whorled her ear and he bit down on her earlobe. Oh, hell, the sensations. Still, his cock continued his desirous pumping. He never broke his stride.
* * * *
Brogan didn't plan this—not today, anyway. He halted his movements and looked down into her flushed face. Perhaps Carly was interested in him a little. He never thought it would be enough to consent to sex. Okay, maybe he had an inkling she might be game for a toss in the sheets. This was beyond some quick shag on the sofa, even though every indication stated this is just what it was.
He stared deeply into her glorious hazel eyes. For once he hid nothing, and for once neither did Carly. Something passed between them beyond the physical. A joining of souls . His hands cupped her blushing cheeks. "Do you feel it?"
Carly bit her lower lip. She nodded in agreement as she understood his meaning. Brogan brushed his thumb past her full, swollen lips. Aye, this was more than sex. He moved his hips, and Carly moaned. He increased the power of his thrusts. He wanted to savor every touch and every slide of his cock. His thoughts were interrupted by Carly's moans growing more intense. She was going to come. He captured her lips in his and swallowed her cry of desire as she shook and shuddered under him. Feckin' hell, he was going to black out from the intensity of his own building orgasm. His head lifted, and he growled through his clenched teeth as his climax followed hers. The spasms went on for several minutes. Carly clasped his body and rode the wave with him. Brogan lowered his forehead to hers.
"Carly—Jaysus."
"Aye," she whispered, cupping his cheek.
Brogan heard heavy boot steps in the hall. He scrambled off Carly,
"Oh, Jaysus!" he groaned. He pulled back and gazed down at her. "Do you want to go further?"
Did she? Hell, yeah, she'd said so. Wait a second—VD. "Do you have a rubber?"
"Aye, in my wallet. Are you sure, Carly?" His voice was husky, sexy, and turning her to liquid.
"Aye," she smiled.
Byrne laughed. Even his laugh sounded sexy as hell. She had never seen a man move so fast. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out through his fly. She couldn't keep the gasp from escaping her lips. Okay, it was a slight exaggeration he could strap his prick to his leg but it was damned close. Seeing his dick up close aroused her further. He rolled on the condom.
Carly laid back and closed her eyes. She expected to be fucked. Instead, Byrne again kissed her. The result was molten, blood-boiling ecstasy. The head of his cock teased her soaking wet folds. Still, he didn't enter her. Slowly and languidly he caressed her body and senses. She opened her eyes. He was beautiful. No, Byrne was not fucking her. He was making love to her, just as he'd said. Carly blinked back her gathering tears. She did not expect this tender, thorough lovemaking from Brogan Byrne, the rock monster. His cock moved aside the slim piece of silk covering her wetness, pushed into her folds a couple of inches, and then he pulled back. Next he moved in a little deeper and then back out again. It was torture—agonizing, sweet torment. She wriggled her hips impatiently. Carly could feel the smile in his kiss. His tongue plunged deeper, and at the exact same moment his cock pushed in to the hilt.
She cried out, not from pain but from pure raw pleasure. His tongue thrusts matched the movement of his cock. She dug her heels into his back even more, angling her hips for a slick, solid stroke. This was beyond anything she'd ever experienced. Her hands grasped the muscular globes of his jean-clad ass. Carly pulled Byrne in as tight as she could. He pulled away from the kiss and nuzzled her neck again before he traced passionate kisses down to her collarbone, then up to her neck. His tongue whorled her ear and he bit down on her earlobe. Oh, hell, the sensations. Still, his cock continued his desirous pumping. He never broke his stride.
* * * *
Brogan didn't plan this—not today, anyway. He halted his movements and looked down into her flushed face. Perhaps Carly was interested in him a little. He never thought it would be enough to consent to sex. Okay, maybe he had an inkling she might be game for a toss in the sheets. This was beyond some quick shag on the sofa, even though every indication stated this is just what it was.
He stared deeply into her glorious hazel eyes. For once he hid nothing, and for once neither did Carly. Something passed between them beyond the physical. A joining of souls . His hands cupped her blushing cheeks. "Do you feel it?"
Carly bit her lower lip. She nodded in agreement as she understood his meaning. Brogan brushed his thumb past her full, swollen lips. Aye, this was more than sex. He moved his hips, and Carly moaned. He increased the power of his thrusts. He wanted to savor every touch and every slide of his cock. His thoughts were interrupted by Carly's moans growing more intense. She was going to come. He captured her lips in his and swallowed her cry of desire as she shook and shuddered under him. Feckin' hell, he was going to black out from the intensity of his own building orgasm. His head lifted, and he growled through his clenched teeth as his climax followed hers. The spasms went on for several minutes. Carly clasped his body and rode the wave with him. Brogan lowered his forehead to hers.
"Carly—Jaysus."
"Aye," she whispered, cupping his cheek.
Brogan heard heavy boot steps in the hall. He scrambled off Carly,
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