She faced both ass cheeks toward me, and I pushed my cock down between her legs. I could feel the warmth of her wet cunt as I rubbed my length back and forth on her. She turned her head toward me, flipping her hair to the side. Her hand reached out and ran down from my chest to my abs. “I want you to fuck me with that big, studly dick of yours. Fuck me, Connor.”
I ran my tip back and forth across her opening, along her hole to her clit and back again. She was so hot, so wet, so ready. Her pussy trembled as my thickness methodically massaged her opening.
“Yeah, is that what you want? My big cock in your cunt? God damn you feel so tight, Crystal. How long’s it been?” I paused and groaned. I wasn’t fully in pleasure land yet, lucid enough to realize what I’d just asked. “You know what, don’t answer that.”
“It’s been years,” she whispered as she turned her torso back around, facing away from me and putting her arms on the lifeguard stand. “Will you stop talking and fuck me already, Connor McGrath.”
I slapped her ass again and she lurched forward slightly, but kept her body steady. I pressed down on the small of her back with the palm of my hand and forced my cock into her slippery wet opening.
“Mmm,” she moaned as I entered her. “God yes.”
As sweet as her pussy had tasted, my cock in her pussy was now going to be my new addiction. She was snug, and I had to ease in.
12 - Crystal
Connor was too much in the best ways. It had been so long since I’d had sex, that the sensation of his dick pushing into me was all friction and heat; a subtle tearing as his vein-roped dick rubbed against my inner walls.
“God, Connor, please,” I whimpered. He was still going, making that first thrust so slow I wanted to scream from the pleasure. He made sure I felt every inch, forced me to savor it.
My pussy convulsed around his dick, as if it was attempting to bar his entrance.
He grunted. “Shit, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were a damn virgin. Or maybe you’ve never had a cock as big as mine.”
He was right, the damn man. The piece of meat he packed was the biggest I’d ever seen, let alone been pushed inside me.
Finally, though, with a breathless expletive from him, and a wordless sigh of pleasure from me, Connor bottomed out.
I nearly broke a nail as I clung to the lifeguard stand, holding on as if my life depended upon it because I was sure that Connor was going to fuck me half to death.
He rolled his hips, and I cried out as the girthiness of his dick pushed me open.
“Feck, Princess,” Connor groaned down at me. “You should see how you look right now, all bent over and stuffed with my dick.”
I shuddered, and my pussy grew even tighter.
“Stop talking and just fuck me already!”
Connor got his hands in my hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail, and pulling back hard. I arched, whimpering as my ass bounced off his hips.
“Oh no, lass. You don’t get to call the shots when I have my dick all the way inside you. You be a good girl and let me fuck this cunt, and say thank you when I’m done.”
His aggression lit me on fire. All the nerves in my body pulsed with the awareness of him, and I melted as he took control.
“Please,” I moaned again, and he relented as he withdrew his hips. The wet, syrupy sound of my pussy giving up his dick squelched in the air. I blushed at how wet I sounded, but I couldn’t hide from Connor. He heard. He saw, and he gave me that taunting, mocking laugh that I loved and hated.
“You want this bad, Princess.”
I didn’t even get to answer as he slammed back inside me, making me scream so loud I don’t know how people down near the club and the other places on the beach front didn’t hear me.
His balls slapped off my clit, and my toes dug into the sand, keeping me standing as he began the slow push-pull. My body fell into the rhythm of his, rocking back to meet the rough piston of his amazing body hammering into mine.
Of all the fantasies I’d had of Connor, when I laid in bed long before I met him, touching myself over the rugged-looking fighter and wishing I was woman enough to catch his eye, I never thought it would feel this good.
He grunted as he slammed home, glancing the tip of his shaft off my cervix and sending pain bursting through me, only to have pleasure burst in and take the edge off.
“Oh, Lawd,” I moaned, hating that my Southern accent was spilling free, but unable to stop it. Connor fucked like he fought: a single-minded machine devoted to my pleasure.
My thighs quivered as he pumped into me in strong, sure strokes that built the fever inside of me to an uncontrollable pitch. I stared blindly at the stars swimming overhead, streaks of silver and navy blue from how my eyes watered and blurred at the pleasure he wrought me.
Deep down, I knew I’d never been fucked this good, because I’d never felt this much for a man before. It was scary knowing that I was Connor’s, whether my mind agreed or not. The fact that I was breaking all the rules proved how far gone I was, how ensnared I was by the gravitational pull that was his personality.
Connor slipped his hand out of my hair, and hooked his forearm around my throat, pulling me back so that my ass was glued to his pelvis. Then, he fucked me with these short, deep strokes that hit every sweet spot in my body. The unerring pressure of his cockhead drove over my G-spot, until I was sure I was going to die from the ecstasy.
“Your pussy is begging to come for me, I can feel it,” Connor growled in my hair, his words tarted up with that Irish brogue that had made my panties drop and pussy melt.
I didn’t have the words to agree with him. Just helpless whimpers as he drove me higher, forcing me to take his too-big dick until he hit that perfect rhythm.
The knot of need burst inside of me, and I screamed as I came for him. My orgasm shot me into the heavens, and I closed my eyes as the pleasure and bliss radiated from where we were joined.
“Fuck, that’s it, Crystal, come on my cock. Goddamn, Princess you feel so good.”
His strokes turned savage, and if I thought he was fucking me hard before, it was nothing compared to now. The sharp collision of his flesh rapped against mine, sounding like gunshots in the air.
“I want another,” he demanded. God, how could I give him more? I was still flying, my body caught in the epicenter of the earthquake that was Connor McGrath. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He didn’t even listen to my whimper, my plea for mercy. He swung those battered knuckles around my hip, and drove his fingers against my sensitive clit. The light touch of his fingertips grazing my body where we were joined, coupled with the delicate thrum of his fingers on my tender bud, had me soaring higher still.
My second orgasm took me by surprise. I had never been multi-orgasmic, but Connor gave me two in a row, and I screamed for him. Praising him as the damn sex God he was. How was it fair to woman kind that, not only did he have a golden tongue, but his dick was platinum.
I cried out for him, almost collapsing if he wasn’t keeping me pinned by his body and fat dick.
Finally, though, he joined me. His voice grew deep, guttural grunts not unlike the chants I’d heard him perform before during his warm-up routine before a fight. Only this time he wasn’t boxing his opponent, but decimating my pussy.
Connor came in a torrent, splattering my pussy with the white-hot bounty of his cum.
“Feck, Crystal, your pussy is taking all my cum. That’s it Princess, greedy bad girl you are, Mm take it all.”
It was so taboo for me, so damn potent to have him fucking me bareback and shooting me full of his lava-hot desire. I felt every burst as he filled me with warmth.
He slid his sweaty hand down the front of my body, freeing my throat, and wound it around my waist. He clutched at me, nuzzling his face in my hair and breathing in deeply. The scent of us, sex and sin, blended with the sea and salt.
No matter what happened, I would never forget this.
“You are perfect.” His whisper was s
o faint I almost didn’t hear it over the pounding of my heart. But I caught the words, the smoky vowels and awe which colored his statement.
My heart tumbled free, and I prayed, even as my body cooled and he cuddled me close, that Connor would be there to catch it.
Connor took me home. Though, considering he was technically living with me in the hut, it wasn’t like he had a choice. He’d brought that devil motorcycle, and this time I didn’t complain. I snuggled into his back as he drove through the shadowy roads, and felt a slice of peace for the first time in so long. The doubts would come, I knew they would, but right now they were silenced by the pleasure which lingered inside me.
When we reached the hut, Connor parked with care. I was so damn sore, and I winced as I slipped off the back of it. He saw as he turned around, and caught me around the waist.
“No walking for you. You’ve had a big night.” His grin dripped lewdness, and I rolled my eyes but still found myself laughing.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“And you love it.”
My heart panged at his words, and I hurried up and avoided his eyes. Just so he wouldn’t see how near the truth he was.
What was I going to do if I fell in love with Connor? What could I offer him in the face of a thousand ring-bunnies who all wanted a piece of him?
My dark thoughts must not have shown on my face because Connor swept me up in his arms.
I squealed as my legs kicked in the air. “What are you doing you big lout!”
“Carrying you in like my conquest. Do you think that was a one-time thing, Princess? Oh hell no. I ain’t stopping until your pussy knows who owns it.”
I shuddered at his words and the heat in his eyes. He carried me over the threshold like a damn bride, but he didn’t drop me on the bed, but took me straight into the bathroom where he sat me on the closed toilet seat.
I shook my head. “Now what are you doing?”
Connor bent over the tub, and popped the drain up before turning on the faucet. He peeled his T-shirt off, and tossed it aside. Then, he turned towards me.
“What does it look like I’m doing? We’re taking a bath together.”
My mouth dropped open. Of all the things I thought about Connor, the fact that he was so…solicitous of my comfort after fucking my brains out was nothing I would have anticipated.
I was in way too deep.
He busied himself in the bathroom, and soon the small room filled with steam. I still sat staring at him, wondering what the hell possessed Connor to want to take care of me.
He unhooked his jeans, and then held his hands out to me. “Up.”
I eyed him.
“Don’t look at me like that, you’re all sandy. Now stand up.”
I loved when he got that possessive, dominant edge to his voice. Standing up, I let him strip me of my dress. There was, no doubt, some of his cum on it considering I was still dripping from the two of us. But I was still shy. I crossed my arms over my chest, as if that would hide the things he’d already seen and done to me.
He wound his brutish fingers around my dainty wrists. “don’t hide from me, Princess. You’re feckin’ beautiful.”
I bit my lip as I looked up at his ruined face through my lashes. He was grinning, so joyful and happy that I wondered if he always looked that way once he got his rocks off.
I didn’t need to think about that, or him with other women. That path led to pain and heartbreak.
Connor held my hand as I stepped into the bath and sank down. The damn man was right, the heat sank into my bones and the soreness in my girlie parts almost immediately disappeared.
I sank against the back of the tub and closed my eyes. “Oh God, this is perfect. How did you know?”
“Because you’re not like the other girls. You’re fresh, and fragile, and you were so damn tight but you took my cock like a fucking champion. If you weren’t sore after I got done with you, I didn’t fuck you right.”
The sound of a zipper had me opening my eyes, giving me just enough time to watch Connor shuck his jeans.
God, he was perfect. His body was a whipcord, so hard and compact, muscles packed upon muscles, and his gorgeous tattoos standing out starkly on his skin.
“What are you doing?” I swear, I was stuck on repeat.
“I said we were taking a bath together. Now scoot forward.”
I blinked at him, but moved forward, giving him enough room to climb behind me. The water sloshed up to the rim of the bathtub, and almost splashed over.
He groaned with pleasure against my ear, and then pulled me back against his slick, rock-hard torso. “Mm this is nice.”
“You are a mystery to me.”
“I’m an open book, Princess, you just need to know how to read my language.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I settle into his arms. His huge legs were around me, his knees popped up alongside my ribs. I essentially laid against him between his thighs.
He stroked my arms in gentle, soothing motions. “Was it too much?”
Connor sounded hopeful and worried, and the intimacy between us deepened. I shook my head slightly, my damp hair slid across his chest. “No, I’ve never been fucked like that but it was…everything.”
A pure male sound of appreciation rumbled in his chest. “You brought it out in me. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”
“And now that you’ve had me…?” I let the question hang in the air, all my hopes on display. It was easier to talk to Connor when I wasn’t looking at him, and he wasn’t parading around like a damn peacock.
“Now, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, Crystal Lawson. What do you have to say about that?”
I muttered a little moan as he dragged his nails up my arm, and then back down again, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch.
“Maybe I kind of like the cavemanish approach.”
His fingers slipped into the base of my hair and gave a little tug.
“There’s no ‘kind of’ about it, Princess. You like everything I do to you.”
He said like, but I was thinking there was another word for it.
One that sounded a whole lot like love.
13 - Connor
After the night at the club, the floodgates opened for Crystal and me. I went back to my stringent training routine, but I’d had a new component introduced: fucking my roommate.
Her pussy molded so perfectly to my cock, it was like God had the two of us in mind when he made us. I’d feared Crystal would become a distraction if the two of us started hooking up. Far from it. Every morning and night when I made her come, her whimpers beneath me brought me a calm and a satisfaction that I’d never felt before in my life. That first night she’d been so tight, but after a couple of weeks she gripped me perfectly, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
After our usual early morning love-making session, I went for a run as the sun came up over the island. When I got back to the cabana, I was dripping sweat, and Crystal was already dressed in one of her sexy power dresses.
I immediately wanted to rip the thing off her and throw her on the bed, but from her body language I was sensing this wasn’t the time for that.
“Connor, where have you been? We have a meeting with the Zoreto people at nine a.m.! It’s almost eight-thirty already.”
“Christ, that’s today?”
“Yeah, it’s the thirty-day meeting. Just basically a check in to see how the promo has been going, go over ratings and numbers, stuff like that.”
I stepped closer to her and kissed her on the cheek. “Well don’t get your beautiful panties in a bunch, Princess. I’ll shower and let’s head over.”
After a quick shower, we jumped on my motorcycle and headed into town. The warm breeze flooded past us I loved that the air smelled fresh and there was barely any traffic on the island. Even though I’d spent most of my time in cities, I’d never forgotten my small-town roots and the farm in Ireland where my parents still lived. It just fe
lt natural to be in a town like this, it was more like home.
A huge part of me felt that it didn’t really matter where I lived, as long as I had a girl like Crystal along for the ride. Shit, she wasn’t like the other ones. She was a good girl. Emphasis on the was, because now that I’d corrupted her, she was mine and I couldn’t see how I could let go of her. She was the essence of perfection as she rested her chin on my shoulder and pressed her voluptuous tits into my back. Despite how anal she’d seemed about her appearance from the get go, the layers had been peeling back and I swear I saw a free spirit in her that was begging to climb out. Clothes, fashion and style were part of her passion and I understood that, but to me she was most beautiful when she was stark naked and I could feel her skin touching mine and she writhed against me.
She wrapped her arms closer around me. I wondered if she knew just how much I thought about her these days?
I pulled the motorcycle to a stop in a parking spot just outside the hotel. “Nine-oh-six,” Crystal informed me. “And your suit looks damn good. I just can’t get over how you can transform from a thug to a professional businessman so well.”
I smirked as I took my sunglasses off. “And I don’t get how you are the classiest, most proper consultant I’ve ever worked with, and makes the hottest sex whimpers the world’s ever heard.”
She blushed at that, and I was at the brink of kissing her when she stopped me by turning her face away. “Connor, not here,” she whispered.
“Oh, right.” I rubbed my forehead. I’d forgotten how despite how regular and natural our relationship had progressed, she still couldn’t technically date a client.
We headed inside the hotel and through to the restaurant. The Zoreto marketing team were drinking coffee with their tablets out on the table.
“Connor, Crystal. So nice of you to join us. Did you get caught in traffic on the island?” the rep asked us, and they all chuckled.
The guy was clearly just trying to be an asshole, but I had to play along with him since he was on the side that was going to give me the endorsement of a lifetime. “You know, with the big fight coming up, I had to move a few more of those big rocks during my training routine this morning,” I smirked and sat down. I let Crystal take a seat at the other end of the table, though my every instinct wanted her next to me. This was business, and I couldn’t give any indication of what was going on behind the scenes with us.
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