by K. L. Savage
She gasps, but not in horror; her eyes lock on Bullseye’s, her sweet pussy drips onto my hand, and her clit becomes erect between her folds, needing an orgasm.
“There are rules, Lips. Do ye want to hear them?” I tell her, bending down and plucking a sweet nipple into my mouth.
“Please,” she whimpers, rocking against my hand for friction.
“He can’t touch ye; ye can’t touch him. He will not ever fuck ye. This cunt is mine and only mine, but I know ye like hearing people fuck and like the idea of someone watching, so I want to see if ye want to entertain that thought. If not, I’ll kick Bullseye out right now.”
“He can’t touch me?” she asks with relief.
“No, love. Just me. Only my touch.” I slip two fingers inside her, and Dawn shatters under me, her orgasm pulling my fingers deeper.
“Oh, I think ye like being watched. Ye my dirty fucking woman, aren’t ye?”
“Yes,” she hisses, turning her head to look at Bullseye again.
The sound of skin slapping tells me he’s fucking his fist in earnest now, and her walls flutter around my fingers.
“Skirt, please,” she begs, clawing my back. Dawn reaches for my lips, but I pull away, wanting to tease her a bit more. “Skirt! Please, I need you inside me. Fuck me.”
“Yeah, Skirt. Fuck her. Make her scream,” Bullseye pipes in.
I slide my fingers free and stuff them into her mouth. “Taste yerself.” I choke her with my fingers, fucking her mouth as I shove my cock to the hilt in one hard thrust.
She keens, the hum of her voice vibrating through my fingertips.
“Lap yerself up. That’s it,” I urge her as her tongue rolls around my fingers.
I flip her onto her stomach and squeeze her fat arse with my palms and fuck her long and hard. The bed slams against the wall, and the light hanging from the ceiling sways from side to side. She grips onto the edge of the bed and screams at the top of her lungs while I rail her tight channel. My cock is dripping with her slick, her walls still spasming from her last orgasm, and it won’t be long before she’s going over the edge again.
Bullseye stands and walks closer, then sits on the floor, still a safe distance away. Dawn lifts her head from the bed, and I grip her hair to yank her back so she can get a good look at what she does to him. “Look what ye do to him, Lips. Look how hard he is watching ye.”
“You’re gorgeous, Dawn. I love seeing your tits sway and ass jiggle as he fucks you. I can’t believe you’re letting me watch. It’s a fucking treasure. You like what he’s doing to you, Dawn? You like how Skirt fucks you real hard? What else do you want?”
She doesn’t answer, and I tighten my fingers around her scalp. “Answer the man, Lips. It’s rude if ye don’t.” I bring my hand up and spank that bubbled arse, leaving my handprint behind.
“I … I … I’m going to come.”
“Ye aren’t allowed to until ye answer him, Lips.”
“Oh God,” she cries, clawing the bed to try to get away from me because the pleasure is too much. “It’s so much. It’s so much. Oh my God!” she cries to the ceiling. “I want your finger in my ass, Skirt. I want you to fill me in every way.”
“Fuck me, you have the perfect woman, Skirt,” Bullseye moans when he pinches the tip of his cock.
“Don’t I know it.” I plunge my finger deep in her arse, and Dawn buries her face in the mattress as another orgasm shakes her core, that beautiful tightness milking me, begging for my seed to hit her womb.
Before I can think better of it, Dawn pulls away from me, gets on her knees, and sucks my cock into her mouth. I try to yank away, knowing she doesn’t like giving head. It’s a trigger for her, but she laps at me, her fears gone for some reason. Maybe having another person in the room helps with her fear? I’m not sure, but I’m thankful.
I’ve never felt her mouth before, and it is heaven.
“She’s sucking your cock good Skirt, and she’s touching herself. You like finger fucking herself, Dawn?”
She shakes her head as she looks up at me, mouth stretched wide as she bobs that pretty head, sending jolts of pleasure to the core of my shaft.
“Fucking hell, Dawn. Ye look good with ye lips wrapped around me. Fuck, ye keep going. I’m going to come down that throat.”
It urges her to go faster, and Bullseye groans. I can’t tell if it’s a sad groan because the session is nearly over, or one of pleasure.
“Ye like being watched, Lips?”
She nods, gagging on my dick, a string of spit leaving her sinful mouth. The inferno of her mouth resurrects me and shines the fucking glorious light in the void of my soul, bringing it back to life.
“Fuck,” I snarl and pull out of her, flip her onto her back, lift her leg onto my shoulder, and ride. My balls slap against her arse, and my hips jackhammer into her as hard as I possibly can. She’s shouting my name in a new alto, nearly singing.
She makes me feel like a god, and if she thinks for one minute I’m taking her body above the damn clouds, she has another thing coming; I’m going to take her to the sinner’s playground.
A sheen of sweat allows our bodies to slide together, and Dawn turns her head to look at Bullseye, who’s watching us fuck like his favorite porno, and then her eyes land on me, and instead of crying my name, she whispers it.
The explosion inside her has me almost going cross-eyed. Her cunt is so wet, so tight, a vice gripping me to the point of pain. I have no choice but to fall over the edge with her and fill her up.
“Dawn, fucking hell, yes! Fucking take it, Lips. Take every drop,” I pound into her as my seed leaves my sack, surging out of me at a supersonic speed. “Shite.” I collapse just as Bullseye grunts.
I bury my head in the crook of Dawn’s neck, but I feel turn to watch him come.
So fucking dirty.
“Holy hell,” Bullseye’s voice trembles from her orgasm. “We can do that whenever you fucking want. Every day. For the rest of my life.”
Dawn covers her face and giggles. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Do ye want to do it again?” I ask.
“Fuck yes, I do. That was hot.”
We all sit there a minute and catch our breaths. Her body is trembling, and she’s still hysterically giggling because she feels so good. Her fantasies might be different than other people’s, but I’m the man who’s always going to make them come true.
Until my last fucking breath, until the last beat of my heart, Dawn will own me.
Shucks, I’m one lucky bastard.
Epilogue
SKIRT
Scotland
Six months later
“It’s going to be okay,” Dawn says as we walk toward my parents’ house. I haven’t seen them in almost six years, not since my brother’s death. “It’s beautiful here,” she says, laying her hand on her pregnant belly.
Shucks, I’m going to be a father. Jesus. I’m terrified. I’m happy. I’m in love. Our relationship might have moved fast for others, but for me, I couldn’t be happier that she’s pregnant. I never took her with a condom, so I knew the consequence.
Part of me wanted her to get pregnant. I wanted to tie her to me in every single fucking way possible. I wanted to claim every single cell in her body that made her, her.
“Yeah, it’s gorgeous.” I’m not even looking at my surroundings. I’m looking at the mailbox that says ‘Blackwood’ in big red letters and the cottage at the end of the dirt driveway. “I can’t do this. My ma hates me, Dawn. She fucking hates me. I haven’t talked to either of my parents in five years. We can go to a bed and breakfast in the city, and I’ll treat ye to a nice day at the spa.”
“You’re going to do that anyway,” she says, rubbing her lower back. She’s been aching since she’s carrying a damn watermelon in the front of her body. Blackwood babies are fucking big. I’m worried that she’s going to get hurt during labor. She looks like she’s about to pop, but she has three months left.
; “I am.” I kiss the side of her head, then look down at Aidan. “Ye ready to meet your grandparents?”
He doesn’t even answer me. He runs down the driveway and jumps onto the porch, then rings the doorbell.
“I take that as a yes,” I let out a nervous chuckle.
Dawn slips her hand in mine, and we walk down the driveway. I want to vomit when the door opens and my da steps out, smiling down at Aidan. He looks to see if an adult is close by when his eyes land on me.
“Hi, Da.” I stop at the bottom of the porch steps, the salt in the air breezing over us unlike that day five years ago.
“Boyo,” he says in disbelief. “Oh, son.” My da breaks down in tears, and I get choked up when he slams into me, giving me a bear hug until I can’t breathe.
And I fucking return it.
“I’ve missed ye. Oh, me boy. Let me look at ye.” My da grabs my face and looks me up and down. “Ye look good. Ye look real good.”
“Who is at the door, dear?” my ma comes to the door next, and I freeze. “Rohan?” Ma utters. “Rohan, is that ye?” She takes a step out of the house and holds a hand over her face. Mascara runs down her cheeks as she cries. “Yer back!” She runs down the steps and throws her arms around me, sobbing against my chest.
I’m shocked. I didn’t think she ever wanted to see me again. With confusion, I wrap my arms around her small frame, and sigh in relief. I’m so glad to see them again.
“I’m so sorry, Rohan. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I was so angry when your brother died. I had to go to therapy. I … I was so sad, and I wasn’t the mother you needed. I didn’t know how to be. I love ye more than anything.”
“Why didn’t ye reach out then?”
“I was scared,” she admits. “I thought ye hated me.”
“No…” I shake my head, “I could never hate ye, Ma.”
She pinches my cheeks until they hurt, but I relish it because she used to do that when I was a boy. “Yer so handsome. Just like yer brother.” Ma and Da finally turn their attention to Dawn. “And who is this lovely lady and young man?”
“I’m Aidan.” He holds out his hand for introduction.
“Oh, manners. How nice to meet you, Aidan.”
“I’m Dawson, but everyone calls me Dawn.”
“Dawn. That’s beautiful,” Ma says, then her eyes drop to Dawn’s stomach, then to Aidan, and then to me.
She jumps as she stops breathing when realization hits her. “Yer children?”
I nod. “Well, Aidan is my nephew. Yer grandson. Seems Conor and Dawn knew each other before…” he died. “We had no idea until six months ago, when I pulled out Conor’s picture.”
Dawn blushes. “I know what it looks like.” Because the night between her and Conor was a one-night stand.
Da and Ma fall into each other’s embrace, both of them a sobbing mess at this point. “He has Conor’s eyes.”
“He does,” I agree.
“Can I hug ye, Aidan?”
Aidan wraps his arms around Ma, and she sags, like a big fucking weight has been lifted off her shoulders. Her hand cups the back of Aidan’s head, burying her face in the tiny nook of his neck.
“I can’t believe it,” she cries.
“Told you,” Dawn nudges my shoulder.
“I owe ye, Lips.”
“No, you’ve already given me everything, Skirt.” She rubs her belly and looks at her son with his grandparents.
I’ve fought for love, and I’ve learned there’s nothing more important to fight for. Everything means nothing if love isn’t the center.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my Ruthless Readers thank you for your constant support.
To all the bloggers and reviewers thanks for reviewing Skirt. As always you have me in tears and as much as I hate to cry, y’all can make me cry as much as you want.
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Donna you are the greatest, thanks for all you do! #BOOMERISDONNAS
Stracy you have quickly implanted yourself in my everyday life. Your quick check-ins on me are the best. How are you and tell me what you need I don’t mind. I always do a double check it’s you and not Silla. Lol But thanks it’s always the small things that matter most.
Wander and Andrey at this point words seem to be generic or not good enough to express how big of a thanks y’all deserve. Y'all are a big part of each and every image choice, every cover and it is that reason that I have the perfect covers for this series. And for that I will always be grateful.
Silla how I ever thought I could do this without you I’ll never know. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Harloe you are the greatest, thanks for always being there. Out of everything we've done and everywhere we've gone nothing is as fun or memorable then model hunting with you. (Chicago not included)
To my twin – made you think huh? Yes you, thanks always being there, if I don’t tell you enough I appreciate everything you do.
Lynn – Thanks for being rock
Mom - strippers and shoe funds!
JHO – 5 little worlds
Austin- #tunnelvision
Chips – Hi Sunshine
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