Or fantasies in my conscious mind.
I’m tucked safely away in the Queen-sized bed under the same roof as a calculating man, who abhors his father and likens himself to his uncle. From the little I’ve gathered, Ewan McFarland’s not the sort of role model a young boy should wish for.
For over two months, Kieran came to me at any given hour. Then after our argument, I haven’t heard a peep. I locked the door, but I have the feeling Kieran isn’t the sort of man who lets a simple locked knob cease his quest for ass.
My eyes cast toward the silk sash twined about the curtains.Oye . . .I let the depraved thought sully my mind. The deep ache inside of me begging to be filled intensifies. The side of my fist assaults the thin pillow. The part of my brain that snapped years ago begs for Kieran’s domination. A different kind of pain to numb the twisted secrets in my heart.
As I lie back in bed, eyes closed, I let my mind wander. I take the darkness out of our dynamic by giving us a past.
With a cleansing breath, I murmur, “He didn’t take me. I went willingly. Kieran isn’t a psycho murderer. He’s a . . . pharmaceutical representative who’s rarely in town.”
Chica, you’ve lost it!
Punching my pillow into a plump mass, I continue my musing. “So, he whisked me away—to Ireland no less.”
Yeah, this sounds a tad more plausible than the truth. There’s no shame in conceptualizing Kieran’s fit arms around my body while our backgrounds aren’t misconstrued.
I quickly think up my life in a parallel universe. Never lost my parents. Never married. Never had . . .
I could be a nurse? No, I hate the thought of losing a patient.
I could be an educator? A faint smile contours my mouth as I think of educators who encouraged my success, despite the odds.
Yes. An educator who met a pharmaceutical representative at a hotel. He was attending a medical seminar while I was at a smaller venue for a teachers’ conference. We met, starting a combustible, insatiable fire. Thus, we continue our escapades on occasions.
“You’re so beautiful,” he would say.
No, he’d call me bonny in his addictive accent.
“Hmmm,” I groan, imagining his lips on mine, tongue forcing my mouth open to devour me. There’s a delicate tremble in my fingertips as I unfasten his belt. The sound of his zipper descending echoes in my ears. My eyes fly open. I silently berate myself and pull the covers over me, thinking about how Kieran can break in anytime he’d like.
Beneath my weighted blanket, my mind wanders back to my hedonistic form of self-preservation. I rub my palms against his erection, focusing on the feel of him—smooth, titanium—hot.
“How does he smell?” I mumble to myself, determined my erotic fantasy must be fully fleshed out.Musk, manly, better than black mango from my home country. He can make me wetter faster than Speed Racer can take his first lap around a circuit.
I kneel in front of him. Even in my own damn dream, his well-endowed dick requires worshipping. I run my nose over him, intoxicated. My hands trail down his thighs and calves, removing his jeans. Kieran’s a rugged steel-toe boot and jean type of guy. With no desire to fuss over the dynamics of it all, the Irish and Scot doppelgänger in my mind is magically naked. He’s calling me bonny again, bonny and gorgeous. When I look up at him from my kneeled position, Kieran’s lost his breath. He’s seen so much in the world—the good, the bad, and the ugly. Yet all of me,even the demons I’m hiding from, have this effect on him.
But I’m not suffering the same because this ismyfantasy. He craves me a thousand times more than I desire him. I cock my eyebrow, eye to eye with the glistening drop of cum at his head. My tongue slips out, catching the delicious liquid at the tip.
Kieran sucks in a breath, eyes tortured. Clearly, he wants to order me to suck his dick, but he . . . begs. Yes, that’s more real than I could anticipate.
He’s truly a contradictory man. Fireworks combust in my brain. I’ve made him beg. Digging my nails into the muscles of his thighs, I take him to the head like a shot of tequila.
“Feck, Ava, oh,feck,” he groans. Damn, I can hear his voice surrounding me. I bring his cock head to the crest of my lips, tongue devoted to the massive tip of him before sucking him all the way down. With one hand, I caress his tight balls, and I squeeze my thighs together.
Internal core on the verge of imploding, I push the blanket from my body and sink further into my salacious fantasy.
Kieran lifts my slender, athletic frame to my full height, kissing me savagely. “Yousucka good dick, lass. I love your mouth,” he moans. Real men aren’t afraid of a tiny four-letter word. “I love the taste of you on my lips, love being inside you.”
“Yesss . . .” I grow speechless at the thought of finally having Kieran invade the last piece of my body he denies himself. Suddenly, we’re in bed. Kieran says I have a gorgeous pussy while his finger caresses each fat layer, stroking and pinching. He runs his dick languidly over my sex with a pained look on his face. “I’m gonna enjoy this, lass.”
“Yesss,” I moan. My pussy glistens with juice, a tight glove, tasting his cock slowly as he sinks in. I give an audible sigh. While he catches a rhythm, I squeeze at the hard peaks of my nipples.
Kieran burrows his face between my breasts, letting his tongue flick out. The flat of his tongue fans the taut flames before popping one of my chocolate nipples into his mouth. He bites on my nipple, rocking into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together with each thrust is titillating, real.
My legs wrap around his hips, I growl out, “Yess, yes, Kieran.”
His hips move at the speed of light. I suck on air, gasping, panting, clutching the sheets, and praying my pussy adjusts to the girth.Oh, it hurts.He’s thick, stretching me, violently beating at my walls.