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

had nearly climaxed from nipple stimulation, I moved southward to her belly. It looked okay, but I gave it some licks, particularly around her naval, just to be sure. She squealed with delight. The tummy was a little appreciated erotic zone most guys didn’t even think to try.

There were marks on her hips that I didn’t like the look of but kissed them better, preferring not to know in case it sent me into a murderous rage.

Aside from minor rug burns on her knee, her left leg was in pristine shape. As was her right, except for a similar injury. I tended both her hurts with my loving mouth before heading northward.

“Now this,” I said, carefully spreading her pussy lips.

“How does it look?”

“Delicious, but still better to be safe than sorry.”

“More kisses?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

“To begin with, though, I think some more extreme measures might be required, just to be sure.”

“Do whatever you think is best.”

I started in with kisses, light and gentle, causing Darcy to shift and moan deliciously on the bed, her pleasure clear in every possible way. It was always good to be sure in such situations. At least as sure as it was possible to be short of telepathy. Though, if I were honest, most of all with myself. It almost felt like we were on that level. Not that I could see or read her thoughts. I didn’t hear her voice in my head, but I could feel her emotions though. Not just see them through the usual means but actually feel them tangibly as a force unto themselves.

My tongue glided lightly across her tender folds. My instinct was to treat her gently. She had been through a traumatic experience, and I wanted her to know, with absolute confidence, that I wouldn’t hurt her. Her responses let me know she was happy with the situation.

Gradually, I increased in speed as well as pressure. I’d done it before when we were in the 69 but was even more aware after looking her over. It had been meant mostly as a game. I hadn’t actually expected to find anything. The vision of the marks on her tender skin brought things into sharper focus.

Her back arched, lifting her hips from the bed, her pussy pressed even harder against my tongue as she came. I was happy and honored to be able to give her such pleasure. Such sweet relief. Darcy relaxed back into the bed, her joyful vibrations still detectable through my hand.

I kissed my way up along her belly and between her breasts, and I planted a big kiss on her lips, affection which she returned in spades. As we made out, I shifted until I was on top of her. Darcy tensed and flinched away.

“Sorry, was I too rough?”

“No, it’s okay, I’m okay. It was just a bit sudden, is all.”

“We don’t have to.”

“No, please, I want to. Fuck do I want to. Just go slow and keep talking to me, okay?”

“No problem, darlin’.”

Taking all due care, I mounted Darcy again, slower that time, and stroked the head of my cock against her pussy.

“Like that?”

“Yes!” she cried.

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay.”

“Yes, please, baby, fuck me.”

I slipped the head into her warm, tender pussy without incident. She was still wet from the oral attention, and there was no problem getting most of the shaft in as well. I was tempted to try and go all the way but thought better of it. I didn’t want to risk shocking her by doing too much too fast.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I said as I started to move in her, “nice and slow.”

It didn’t stay that way the whole time, just at the beginning until she got used to it. I did keep talking to her, though, making sure she knew I loved her in every way I knew how, as I fucked her until she screamed.

I tried to pull out but, she pulled me back in, enveloping me in a thigh embrace, blessing me with many kisses as she fell into a powerful orgasm. Several from what I could tell.

When she came back down to earth, she said, “Lie on your back, Sean.”

I knew better than to argue with her, especially when she was amorous. Pulling out as carefully as I could, I got onto my back. Darcy was right in there as soon as my back hit the mattress, licking me clean with long, leisurely strokes.

Making sure I was good and ready, a fully upright position returned to my cock in no time. Once more, Darcy ran her tongue down the length of my shaft and dropped her whole hot mouth over the head. Hanging out there for a while, she sucked me hard until I moaned and bucked. Then, inch by inch, she caressed her sweet lips down the full length of my cock, nearly reaching my balls before backing off again. She repeated the sweet torture again and again.

The thick, warm cum came up in a beautiful burst so big she struggled to get it all down, ending up triumphantly in the end.

Still holding my cock firmly in her loving hand, Darcy lay her other hand on my chest, and we cuddled up together in the sweet afterglow. I had no idea what would happen with us, but I knew we were together more than ever. We were connected on a new level, and wherever I was, I wanted Darcy to be there with me. I toyed with the idea of asking her again to come to Ireland, making it absolutely clear that I was serious. That it wasn’t a drunken gambit or a ploy for more sex, at least not exclusively. It was because I genuinely loved her and couldn’t imagine us being apart. We’d been apart for two days, and