Filthy (Five Points' Mob Collection #1) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,171

the front clasp of her bra, thanking God for the minor miracle that was this technology. With one brush of my finger and thumb, it was open, and her heavy tits spilled free.

Fuck!

Each and every time, they had me wanting to worship at the altar that was Aoife O’Grady.

With a grunt, I dipped my head and pressed a kiss to the upper swell of her ripe curves. Using my lower body to keep her pinned in place still, I cupped her tits and pushed them together then dove into them.

She giggled, as she always did, before she moaned and her fingers came up to cup my head, to run through my hair and drive me wild with the pressure of her nails against my scalp.

Goddammit, I was sick of almost coming in my pants every fucking time I had denied her. Her periods were my idea of hell.

I rocked my cock against the warmth of her pussy, loving that she’d be as slick for me as I was hard for her.

She clung to me, writhing against the wall as I made her body beg for me, and then, I knew enough was enough. I needed in her. Stat.

With one hard grind that had her moaning, I pulled away from her entirely, helping her stand when she looked like she’d sink to the floor.

Any other time, I’d have loved her mouth on my cock, but I had other ideas for this little adventure.

I tossed her shirt and bra to the ground and pushed her pants and panties down to her ankles, grateful she’d left her shoes in the kitchen—the woman walked barefoot in front of the stove, I only had to knock her up to complete the image. When she toed out of them, I kicked them aside with a smirk, delighting in the sight of her.

With another smile, I helped her onto the seat, and said, “Spread your legs and curve your toes around the edge.”

She obeyed, and I took a step back to look at the pretty picture she made.

When I carried on stepping back, her shoulders dropped. “You said you wouldn’t tease,” she whined, and I grinned at her over my shoulder as I headed across the room to my desk.

Sitting there, I reached for my phone in my pocket and opened up my camera. She swallowed, aware of what I was doing, but she didn’t argue—for that alone, I was determined to give her an orgasm that she’d feel for days. Well, until I could give her another one after she’d finished shark week.

I sat there for a few minutes, tormenting us both as I looked at her and she looked at me. I wanted this sight imprinted on my retinas. I wanted to see this image in my head for the rest of my life when I sat behind this desk.

She stayed remarkably still. Remarkable because she was a fidgeter when she was horny, but I took several snapshots for prosperity, zooming on her tits and pussy a few times.

My tongue cleaved to my mouth with need for her and when I’d finished torturing us both, I stood and returned to her.

With little ado, I shucked out of my jeans, saying, “Hold out your palm.” She did as told, and I passed her the bottle of lube and the condom. She kept them high, like she was holding a platter, and I smiled at her, so fucking satisfied with my angel that I could feel the joy beaming out of me like a spotlight.

When I grabbed the condom wrapper, tearing it and sliding it on my cock, she released a breathy sigh that told me she loved watching me as much as I loved watching her.

Once sheathed, I grabbed the bottle of lube, splashed some on my dick, then dropped to my knees.

Her cunt was clean, thank Christ. She used one of those Diva cup things, so her pussy was perfect as usual. All pink and red thanks to her pubic hair. It was torture though. Looking at it made me forget what was going down, and then when I remembered, I wanted to sulk.

Yeah. I knew I was approaching forty, way too old to sulk, but what this woman did to me was unprecedented.

If I wanted to sulk, I’d fucking sulk.

With a groan, I leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of her pubic bone. She wriggled, and I knew she was uncomfortable with my being so close to that area when she