Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (digital e reader .TXT) 📕

me, I couldn’t help but appreciate the thought of him making sure I was wet and ready for him. I’d given myself over to him, and he seemed to know that, but he wasn’t going to abuse that fact, instead making sure that everything we did was good for me too.

Sean lowered his head and licked me clean, bringing me to another ridiculous climax. Had I not just cum so many times, my pussy would be aching for attention. As it was, it was only a mental longing, but it was no less urgent.

“Please, fuck me,” I begged, letting him know it really was okay.

“Anything for you, darlin’,” Sean obliged, easing the flared head between my silken pink pussy lips.

After a short pause to make sure I was okay, he kept going, stroking my lower back with his free hand as he went.

“Breathe, Darcy, nice and slow.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose, letting it out slowly through my mouth, feeling every inch as he entered me, his massive cock filling every centimeter I had to spare.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“You okay?”

“Yes, please, fuck me!”

Taking me at my word, Sean grabbed hold of my hips, helping to hold my dress in place at the same time, and started to move. My tight pussy slowly adjusted to being filled up so completely.

He’d only gone in with about half his full length, but I really couldn’t have handled any more. I was thrilled with what I had, as shown by the sounds I made as he deftly fucked me.

Matching his speed and depth to where I was at any given moment, he never exceeded my limits or went too easy on me for it to stop being fun.

After what seemed like hours of the most beautiful fucking, and also after I had had a whole bunch of orgasms, a familiar tension entered his cock, and I knew he was about to explode. Carefully easing out of me, he brought his cock around to my mouth and fed me his delicious cum.

As though reading my mind, Sean assumed the position once more, licking first my pussy and then my asshole as he fingered me at the same time. It wasn’t long before I was more than ready to try anal for the very first time. With a deep breath to keep calm, I stretched out my asshole with both hands and waited for first contact.

Sean was even more gentle than he’d been entering my pussy, working the head of his cock in, stopping regularly to ask if I was okay. I’d understood the head was the most difficult part. Once that was in, the shaft was a lot easier.

“Yes!” I screamed as his head went the rest of the way in, and sweet relief followed.

Once the head had pushed past the barrier, the rest of his cock went in with relative ease, getting about a third of the way in before I had to stop him with a hand on his hip.

“Enough,” I gasped. “It feels really good, but that’s it.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Sean said, filling my heart with love as he’d filled my ass with his cock.

Taking me by the hips, as he had when fucking my pussy, Sean humped me, my asshole slowly accepting his cock. My upper body moved with him as he gently fucked my virgin ass, the little grunts and moans I made as involuntary as they were sexy.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he coaxed. “Just relax and enjoy.”

I never wanted it to end, though, sadly, it had to, the same familiar intensity coming in as it did every time he came.

“Cum in me,” I begged, not wanting to risk him pulling out.

“You sure?”

The tension in his voice told me he was having a hard time holding back.

“Yes, please, cum in my asshole.”

He pumped hard and fast, and the mighty torrent of Sean’s load blasting into my asshole made me moan like I never had before.

In real life, I came like a woman possessed. It had never happened like that before, but there was always a first time. The fantasy had been so hot that it had felt real, and I really wished it was.

I collapsed onto the bed feeling like my lungs and skin were on fire. My face was no doubt flushed.

One way or another, I would make my fantasy a reality. Sean MacBride was mine, and I was his.

Chapter Three - Sean

 

Darcy.

Darcy.

Darcy.

Her name had echoed around my head since I’d met her.

Her face and body filled my dreams.

We really did seem to have a connection, at least in my opinion. Something that went beyond what social convention would dictate we believe in.

I got the feeling she felt the same. If the night had gone differently and I hadn’t had to rush out of the restaurant for a business call, I thought she might have invited me back to her place after the rehearsal dinner.

I didn’t try to kid myself that there were any questions about what I would have done. I would have gone, of course, and the two of us would have had hot, wild sex until the morning light.

I wasn’t sure what would happen when Darcy and I saw each other again, particularly when we had to be so close to each other during the wedding ceremony now that she had lined us up together in order to help me out.

I felt dreadful about leaving her at the dinner, not least because I’d probably missed my chance for the best night of my life.

What must have she thought?

We had the reception after the ceremony, too.

Was it going to be awkward, or might it just be a second chance?

But no matter how she felt about me,