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

With her nipples still glistening in the aftermath of my affections, I moved distinctly southwards, over her belly and across her pelvis, only relinquishing my hold on her pussy, so I could smother it in fast, tender kisses, making her moan and arch her back as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“Fuck!” she moaned as I caressed my tongue across her tender pussy.

Opening her legs even wider, she gently shifted her hips, pushing her cunt even harder against my tongue as I pleasured her. Making sure to get her nice and relaxed before going for her clit, which nearly made her scream with pure joy. I didn’t understand guys who didn’t like to go down on girls. Not only was it awesome, but it was also essential, helping them get relaxed, making sex a lot easier and more pleasurable for both parties.

Darcy came hard, her entire body shaking as she hit her orgasmic high, her system no doubt flooded with all manner of pleasure hormones, making it difficult to keep her mind clear.

I lapped gently at her sensitive pussy, cleaning her up as she regained some semblance of equilibrium.

I kissed my way into her embrace, my lips going from her pussy back up to her cheeks as Darcy held me tight, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck, feeling cuddly after such an intense and intimate experience. I wasn’t about to deny her, not least because I felt the same.

“Fuck me, Sean. It feels like I’ve waited an eternity for you. If you don’t, I might die.”

I chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that, sweetheart.”

Detangling ourselves, Darcy got onto her hands and knees, her arms resting on the arm of her couch, her pussy and ass presented. I gently fingered her pussy, partly to make her feel good but also to check if she was ready. I kept going until she’d reached a second massive orgasm, just to be sure. Better safe than sorry.

Gently guiding her back into position and making sure she was comfortable, I stroked the head of my cock against her luxurious lips, which felt better than I ever could have imagined. After a few more passes, I figured it was time and started easing myself into her grasping channel. All was well, Darcy’s sounds of pleasure matching my own until I’d gotten about a third of the way in. The sound that she made wasn’t exactly pain but was full of enough distress to give me pause.

“Oh, no, honey, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me,” Darcy coaxed, stroking my hip, urging me forward. “I was just surprised, is all. You really are damn big, but it’s okay. I’m okay now, please, keep going.”

Gently stroking her lower back, I eased further in. Darcy’s tight little pussy seemed to hug my cock in warm welcome, inviting me to stay awhile. Getting a little more than halfway in, figuring that was all she was likely to be able to take, I took hold of her hips and started to move. Pumping my massive cock in her beautiful pussy, both of us making our pleasure well known.

She came like crazy again. Not quite the banshee wail of before, but a sustained orgasmic moan the height and timber of which could put an opera singer to shame.

I petted her delicately, doing my best to be gentle, aware of how sensitive she would be now. I wondered if we were done. I was certainly good for another go but didn’t want to push things.

“Can I be on top this time? I want to see you,” Darcy said, rallying around.

“Anything for you,” I said and grinned.

Using her beautiful mouth to get me hard once more, I gently fingered her to orgasm before getting into position. It took a bit of maneuvering at first, Darcy seeming as amused by the slight awkwardness as I was. I got the feeling, not just from her tight pussy, that she didn’t have much experience either.

After some experimentation, we found just the right angle. With Darcy straddling me, her arms around my neck, she lowered down onto my cock.

“Fuck,” she whispered as my flared head was enveloped in her sweet warmth.

“That’s the idea,” I joked.

Her laugh was as rich as it was involuntary. Darcy nuzzled my neck and worked her way even further down, her tender pussy lips caressing almost all the way down to my balls.

She didn’t move for a long time, either down for more feeling or up to alleviate things, remaining perfectly still, breathing softly into my neck.

“I can do it,” she said, seemingly to herself, “I can do it.”

Easing up a few inches for better leverage, Darcy started to bounce, shallow and fast, riding me for all she was worth. She tightened her grip around my neck and wailed softly into my neck as I took hold of her hips for both kinds of support.

As we went, she got more used to it. I could actually feel her pussy begin to adjust to the sheer mass of my cock. There really wasn’t much room at all. I kissed her on the cheek, and she kissed me back, the remnants of tears glistening on her cheeks as she raised her head.

“Happy tears,” she said, trying to obliterate all evidence with the ball of her hand.

Her next words were lost to moans. The feeling went from barely manageable to pleasurable. Darcy started to pump a bit slower with longer strokes. Sounds of love and affection coming out of her to match the rhythm.

“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked, feeling like I was getting close.

“I guess in me isn’t an option.”

“Well, I—”

“Kidding, I’m kidding, not without birth control. Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll