Dermot let out a deep, throaty rumble that had my nipples tightening and my pussy clenching, his fingers running over the loose dress I was wearing. I had maybe decided to wear only a light, somewhat see-through sundress without panties… Not for any particular reason. Obviously not because it was easy to take off.
I let out a surprised moan at the hard press of Dermot’s kiss. It was like a slow-burning wildfire grew in the center of my chest, and I couldn’t control the way my fingers tightened on his shoulders as his hand brushed over my ribs, a groan rattling from my chest as he cupped my breast, running a thumb over my hard nipple.
“Dermot,” I whimpered.
“What do you need, baby girl?” His voice was filled with a level of dominance that had me nearly coming from that alone. My legs shifted together, his hand leaving my breast as he wedged them apart and gave a teasing bite to my bottom lip.
“You,” I admitted. He hissed as I dug my nails into his chest but then kissed me so hard everything went fuzzy, making me realize that he liked that. He liked that I had left a mark. I understood that completely, because being marked by them was…amazing.
“Please—”
“Shh.” He put a hand over my mouth, his eyes filled with mischief as he pushed down my dress, kneeling over me before bringing his lips down to my breasts. I let out a moan of his name as he teased my nipple, his knee not allowing me any friction to fix the desire pulsating in my center.
“Stay quiet or else I won’t be able to finish you off before they come back in here,” he growled, somehow making all of this ten times hotter. “No panties, baby girl? If they saw that you had this little pussy out, there would be a fucking line to get inside of you, Dahlia. I want you to myself, just for a goddamn minute.”
Oh, holy hell.
A growl left his lips at how wet I was, his fingers skimming across my center. I let out a small cry as he circled my clit in a teasing way that nearly had me bucking off the bed. When he moved down my body, he offered me a warning look to keep quiet as I whimpered, trying to not call out for him again.
It was almost impossible not to, though, when he wedged his massive shoulders between my legs and his lips closed over my clit at the same time two fingers slipped inside of me, giving me the fullness I needed. I didn’t realize just how sensitive I was until I felt my climax blast through me, causing my eyes to nearly roll back in my head. I felt the loss of Dermot’s mouth, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of me, prolonging the effect.
When I felt it suddenly replaced with his hard length, my eyes flew open in surprise as he leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. “Quiet, baby girl. I’m not going to fuck you right here, not until I can get you completely alone…but I want my cum on you while you sleep. Maybe even inside of you.”
“Yes.” I nodded, my breathing fast and uneven.
Dermot was big—like, really big—and the way he stroked his cock while pushing the tip in before pulling back out, again and again, had me wanting to tug him closer. The way he kept my hips pinned made it impossible, and I could practically feel him getting off on torturing me. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke words that I never expected to come out of his mouth.
“Do you want my cum, baby girl? I didn’t even realize how much I wanted you to have it all, every single drop inside of you, until I thought of making it so fucking obvious who you belonged to, who you let in between your legs ten months ago, so that no one would even think about talking to you.” His snarl in my ear had me clenching around his tip as he let out a low groan.
Dermot wasn’t done, though. “The idea of you walking around in this little sundress with my cum dripping down your thighs is enough to bring a man to his fucking knees, Dahlia.”
“I want that,” I whispered, feeling bold. “I want your cum inside of me.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, and when I felt him come inside of me, I whimpered and my body trembled. I shot off like a goddamn rocket at the idea of him wanting to mark me. I was out of breath by the time he finally zipped up his pants, adjusting my dress but keeping his hand there to keep his cum against me. I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he tucked us underneath a blanket, his hand staying between my legs as he nuzzled my neck.
Holy hell.
“Dermot.” My voice was breathy.
“That’s how you make me react, baby girl.”
I almost laughed at that, but he wasn’t done. “None of that was just heat of the moment.” His tone was almost threatening and hot. “I didn’t realize I wanted that so badly until we talked about kids…and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”
My voice was shaky. “I think I’m okay with that.”
A rumble broke from his chest, victory flashing in his gaze as I curled into him. As I snuggled in, I realized just how ready I was for…well, everything with my boys. My body melted into the mattress, and I fell asleep to the sound of the boys talking and laughing outside on the balcony, Dermot’s cum between my legs.