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I place my palm over her mouth, masking her scream as I slam home. I don’t give her a chance to adjust to the size of me before I’m pounding in and out of her. With Aisling’s muffled screams and the feeling of her inner walls flexing around me, I’m not going to last.

“You need to get there, baby doll,” I growl as I watch her tits bounce with every thrust.

She spasms around me.

I grab her ankle and hike her leg up so it’s resting on my shoulder, angling myself just right. Aisling’s biting my hand, helpless to my mercy as I hit that little sweet spot deep inside of her over and over again.

She’s close.

My balls are throbbing and tightening, threatening to blow at any second.

With one more thrust and Aisling’s head tips back as she screams into my palm, pulsing around me as she tips over the edge.

“Motherfucker,” I growl, forcing my dick inside her pulsing cunt that’s trying to push me out.

The gush of warm liquid flowing around my dick is all it takes. I thrust to the hilt, spurting shot after shot of come deep inside of her.

I remove my hand from her mouth as I lazily thrust in and out of her, my dick slowly softening. The only sound that can be heard throughout the room is of us trying to catch our breath.

A slow, sated smile spreads across her lips as she looks at me through lowered lids.

“You feeling good?” I ask, a slow smirk spreading across my face because I’m the lucky bastard that put the look on hers.

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe the way I feel right now. I can’t feel my legs. I came so hard.”

“Shit, sorry,” I mumble as I remove her leg off my shoulder and lower it back down, forgetting I put it there.

“Does it sound like I’m complaining?”

“No.” I let out a low laugh.

“Then don’t apologize.”

“Noted,” I tell her as I collapse on the bed next to her.

I roll onto my back and draw her in close. Aisling rests her cheek on my chest and a palm on my stomach as she curls into me. I pull the comforter back around us, tucking us in for the night.

“Night, baby doll,” I murmur against the top of her head.

“Night, Lachlan,” she yawns before placing a peck on my chest.

It isn’t long before we’re both dead to the world.

I wake up the next morning to an empty bed with no Aisling in sight. The spot where she was lying snuggled up against me is still warm. Sneaking a glance at the clock on her nightstand, I see that it’s not even seven in the morning.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan as I rub a hand down my face trying to decide if I should get up and see what the hell she’s doing this early in the morning or go back to sleep.

My curiosity wins.

Throwing the covers off me, I search the sheets to find my boxers. Finding them at the bottom of the bed, I grab them and slip them on before exiting her room. I hear the shower running in the bathroom as I make my way down the hall.

I don’t bother knocking before I turn the handle and slip inside. Steam smacks me in the face as I cough through it, making Aisling jump.

God damn, it has to be a hundred degrees in here.

“What are you doing?” I ask a naked Aisling, who is leaning over the sink looking in the mirror at her face with a pair of tweezers.

“Showering before Cormac wakes up,” she says, her tone making it seem like it should have been obvious what she’s doing.