Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (good books to read for beginners txt) 📗

“Now,” I blurted, not wanting to miss the moment.

Hopping off me, Darcy took my cock in her mouth and sucked with aplomb and no small measure of class until I’d filled her mouth with my seed. I reached around and gently fingered her pussy to orgasm, guilty about not letting her cum on my cock, though going by her hums of contentment, she didn’t mind the compromise.

When she was spent, she collapsed onto my lap with a blissful sigh. I stroked her face as she sucked my fingers clean.

“I need a shower,” she said, sounding exhausted.

“Me too.”

“Okay, but no more sex. Not for now. I need some time to recover. It was truly wonderful.” She laughed happily. “But I’m honestly not sure I can even walk straight.”

“Here, let me help.” I scooped her up into my arms and headed in the direction of the bathroom, Darcy giggling all the way.

Chapter Thirteen - Darcy

It had started simply enough. A simple brush against each other. Still, it was enough to make matters clear. I reached back and wrapped my hand around Sean’s morning wood and stroked, managing to do so without turning around. He began to hum and moan, the sensation rousing him from his sleep.

I’d wondered what it would take to get him up in the morning. For some reason, I’d thought it would have to be full pussy sex and was both disappointed as well as relieved—I was still a little sensitive after last night—to find out it would likely just take a hand job.

“Good morning,” I cooed as he started kissing the back of my neck.

“It is indeed a good morning.”

He reached around my hip and lightly cupped my pussy which was already starting to get wet. Tenderly massaging my sensitive lips, he got me to the point where I could take a couple of fingers, which he slowly worked inside me until I was at the edge of orgasm. Judging by his breath, he wasn’t far behind, my loving strokes bringing him close to coming.

I turned onto my side as Sean went to his back. With a grin, I got on my knee and sucked him off until he filled my mouth.

I wasn’t sure about the taste of his cum at first, and I was still trying to figure out if it was the best thing I’d ever tasted or the most unique. Both, I guessed. Its deliciousness rooted in its uniqueness, there literally being nothing to accurately compare it to. No food I could think of really doing it justice.

Getting my fix, I lay on my back, legs open, ready for him to do whatever he wanted. My body entirely his. He started with kissing. It was soft and pleasant, moving from my mouth, down my neck to my tits, which he nursed like a hungry baby, softly stroking my belly as he sucked, always mindful of his teeth.

He brought me to the gate of ecstasy but didn’t let me through, teasing me to the point of madness. The only saving grace was that seconds later, he settled between my thighs, smothering my pussy in sweet kisses that made me moan. His fingers soon entered the equation, working my pussy as his mouth focused on my clit. Using every combination of tongue gymnastics imaginable to bring me to an explosive orgasm.

Warmed up and ready, I knew it was time to fuck. I wanted him too much to worry about the punishment my pussy had taken last night.

Sean had avoided being on top, probably because he didn’t want to risk hurting me. Every time we’d pleasured each other to the point of fucking, it was from behind or me on top. Relatively gentle positions gave me a lot of control. I certainly appreciated it, though I was also curious about what it would feel like to be fucked by him, laying under his weight with him in total control as he moved in and out of me. There was only one way I was going to find out.

“Could you be on top?” I asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want to know what it feels like.” I shifted a bit, getting into what I hoped would be a good position as he took me lightly by the ankles. When I was ready, Sean moved in, wrapping my legs around his waist. Agreeing this was a good idea, I hooked my feet to keep them in position as he started to ease in. We’d done it enough times by then that I was used to him and the adjustment period was almost nonexistent, his mammoth cock becoming my new sexual normal. I just had to have an orgasm, either by his finger or tongue, or even both, beforehand, and I was pretty much good to go.

The sensation was strange at first, but I got used to it soon enough, and, before long, I’d figured out a way to have his cock stroke my clit and g-spot with every pass.

I couldn’t see the clock and had somewhat lost track of time, adrift in an ocean of pure bliss. All too soon, it seemed, Sean pulled out and shot his cum over my stomach. I loved seeing every pulse and squirt. If I had the choice, I could have stayed in bed with him all day, but the real world beckoned.

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We’d first fulfilled our destiny—fucking on my couch after our first official date. It had been a glorious, orgasm-filled week since then. My first order of business after that first wondrous night was to get myself back on birth control. I was allergic to condoms and wanted to be able to feel Sean cum inside me. It would make things feel even more intimate if such a thing were possible. I still swallowed, but I