scrubbed the edge of the worn leather seat adding another layer of sensation. Rica bounced on her fingers as Kieran fucked her mouth. She tightened her grip on the base of his cock. Her belly tautened. She reared back, sliding her mouth up and grazing his skin with her teeth.
“Fuck,” Kieran bellowed.
Ribbons of come covered her tongue. She plunged her digits knuckle-deep and the pressure building up along her nerve endings erupted. Her mouth came off his cock as she threw her head back, carnal wails escaping through her lips. Rica dropped back on her calves, and her body unwound.
Kieran rose, his dick jutting up in front of him. He seized her by the biceps and yanked her up. “This is my pussy, pretty girl.” He backed her up until her thighs hit the edge of the desk. “Give me what I want.”
She did as she was told, and he rammed his cock into her sheath.
He caught her by her braids and tugged her back until she was on her back. “Who do you belong to?” He spoke through clenched teeth.
Her heels grazed the top of his ass with every drive. She followed the buttons of his shirt down his torso. Through his clothes, the definition of his torso was clear with every movement. His neck glistened and the tendons were stark. A few strands of his hair fell over his forehead. Long lashes that should have belonged to a woman framed closed lids. His nose flared as he inhaled. In that moment she committed his features to memory. She loved Kieran, faults and all. “I’m yours, baby. Always.” The last word was whispered.
Kieran clutched her hips, drawing her to him. His blunt-tipped nails dug into soft tissue. She held his wrists and rolled her pelvis to meet his lunges. Spasms made her movements jerky as mini climaxes piggybacked each other through her system. She set her feet on the desk and lifted her pelvis as he pounded into her passage. Rica’s shoulders came up off the smooth wooden surface as she slid her palms up his arms to grip his elbows. He opened his eyes and she spiraled into the azure depths. Kieran held the back of her head and dipped, claiming her mouth with his own.
He raised his head. “Break apart for me, beautiful.” His words came from far away.
Attuned to his command, her orgasm crashed through her, blowing her body apart. She came back together and collapsed.
He lay over her, resting on his elbows, and fingered the fine baby hair along her nape. “Some things are going to happen, pretty girl. Stay close to the bar. If I’m worried about you I can’t do what needs to be done.” He kissed her forehead “Understand?”
She curled her arms around his neck. The thread of steel was clear in his tone. “Yes.” Whatever he needed, she would do.
Chapter Five
“Shannon, I’ve taken care of everything on my end.” Kieran peered at the image of his brother on the screen.
“We’ll close the businesses soon.” The synchronization on the videoconference was off, and the picture wasn’t keeping up with the conversation.
“It’s time. Negotiations have gone on long enough. I’ll get in touch with you when I hear from Fionn and Conall .” Their discussion could be taken as anything since they never spoke in specifics. He set the device down and gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window in his office. “Remember, Danny Boy and I have a separate arrangement.”
“However you need to get the job done.” Shannon’s face grew large on the screen. “Some things that need my attention have come up.”
“Later.” Kieran hovered his finger over the tablet.
“Yeah.” The screen faded to black.
His office was on the twelfth floor of the Prudential Building overlooking Newbury Street. On paper, O’Shea and Partners was a prestigious law firm. He snorted. They handled local celebrity divorces and represented the top area business, but that was a cover for who he truly wanted to help. The city’s underbelly, gangsters, thieves, men like himself who walked the shady area between right
“Fuck,” Kieran bellowed.
Ribbons of come covered her tongue. She plunged her digits knuckle-deep and the pressure building up along her nerve endings erupted. Her mouth came off his cock as she threw her head back, carnal wails escaping through her lips. Rica dropped back on her calves, and her body unwound.
Kieran rose, his dick jutting up in front of him. He seized her by the biceps and yanked her up. “This is my pussy, pretty girl.” He backed her up until her thighs hit the edge of the desk. “Give me what I want.”
She did as she was told, and he rammed his cock into her sheath.
He caught her by her braids and tugged her back until she was on her back. “Who do you belong to?” He spoke through clenched teeth.
Her heels grazed the top of his ass with every drive. She followed the buttons of his shirt down his torso. Through his clothes, the definition of his torso was clear with every movement. His neck glistened and the tendons were stark. A few strands of his hair fell over his forehead. Long lashes that should have belonged to a woman framed closed lids. His nose flared as he inhaled. In that moment she committed his features to memory. She loved Kieran, faults and all. “I’m yours, baby. Always.” The last word was whispered.
Kieran clutched her hips, drawing her to him. His blunt-tipped nails dug into soft tissue. She held his wrists and rolled her pelvis to meet his lunges. Spasms made her movements jerky as mini climaxes piggybacked each other through her system. She set her feet on the desk and lifted her pelvis as he pounded into her passage. Rica’s shoulders came up off the smooth wooden surface as she slid her palms up his arms to grip his elbows. He opened his eyes and she spiraled into the azure depths. Kieran held the back of her head and dipped, claiming her mouth with his own.
He raised his head. “Break apart for me, beautiful.” His words came from far away.
Attuned to his command, her orgasm crashed through her, blowing her body apart. She came back together and collapsed.
He lay over her, resting on his elbows, and fingered the fine baby hair along her nape. “Some things are going to happen, pretty girl. Stay close to the bar. If I’m worried about you I can’t do what needs to be done.” He kissed her forehead “Understand?”
She curled her arms around his neck. The thread of steel was clear in his tone. “Yes.” Whatever he needed, she would do.
Chapter Five
“Shannon, I’ve taken care of everything on my end.” Kieran peered at the image of his brother on the screen.
“We’ll close the businesses soon.” The synchronization on the videoconference was off, and the picture wasn’t keeping up with the conversation.
“It’s time. Negotiations have gone on long enough. I’ll get in touch with you when I hear from Fionn and Conall .” Their discussion could be taken as anything since they never spoke in specifics. He set the device down and gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window in his office. “Remember, Danny Boy and I have a separate arrangement.”
“However you need to get the job done.” Shannon’s face grew large on the screen. “Some things that need my attention have come up.”
“Later.” Kieran hovered his finger over the tablet.
“Yeah.” The screen faded to black.
His office was on the twelfth floor of the Prudential Building overlooking Newbury Street. On paper, O’Shea and Partners was a prestigious law firm. He snorted. They handled local celebrity divorces and represented the top area business, but that was a cover for who he truly wanted to help. The city’s underbelly, gangsters, thieves, men like himself who walked the shady area between right
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