Free Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3 by Dorothy F. Shaw

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    Cyn snaked her tongue out, licking what she’d drawn from him. With a hiss, she let him go, and promptly sucked the head between her lips. Shane finished in the back of her throat, with her hand wrapped tight around his shaft, moaning and pumping her fist until she’d sucked every drop from him.
    Unable to speak, and barely able to breathe, Shane braced himself on the window behind them. About ready to collapse, he rested his forehead against the cool glass. She’d let his cock go, pressed her lips to his stomach, and trailed her fingers over his lower back.
    When the feeling returned to his face, he made an attempt at speaking. “Never…” Christ. He shook his head, drew in another breath and tried again. “Never been like that before. Ever.”
    Cyn’s fingers tightened on his sides. “Is that a good thing?”
    “Girl, I can barely stand. What do you think?” He chuckled.
    She laughed against his stomach. “I think…how’s your recovery time? I want more.”
    To Shane’s surprise, his cock stirred and he laughed harder. Yeah, total goner. Done for. Lost.

Chapter Eleven
    Cyn found herself back in Shane’s arms, her legs wrapped tight around his hips, being carried down the hallway to her bedroom. He apparently liked carrying her, and she had to admit, although it was a bit primitive, she kinda liked it too. He’d also not stopped kissing her either. And she also had to admit, she more than kinda liked that.
    Her back hit the bed and Shane came down over her, his lips never leaving hers. He framed her breasts in his big hands and tweaked her nipples. Yeah, she kinda liked a lot of things. Gah!
    “Gotta get inside you.” He stood and lost his boxers.
    Her gaze was locked on his hard prick. Long, thick and angled up toward his belly button, almost touching it. He was perfect. Shane Conlon had been blessed in a way that most men only dreamed, and he was all hers for the night. She’d had him in her mouth, between her tits and now—God help her—she’d have him in her cunt. If her luck held out, a few times. She removed her jeans. “Yes. Like, right fucking now.”
    He climbed onto the bed. “Demanding little thing.”
    Cyn laughed, leaned to her side and retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer. “Yeah well, it slips out on occasion. Especially with your delicious cock staring right at me.”
    He held out his palm and she handed him the condom. He tore open the package and rolled the latex down his gift from God. “I should put you over my knee.”
    Cyn’s eyes went wide as her body went up in flames. He could spank her all he wanted. She hoped like hell he would. “That’s not a threat, Shane.”
    “Damn…” Shane shook his head, grabbed her by the ankle and slid her toward him. He angled down between her spread thighs and licked through her bare slit, then slipped two fingers inside her. “Ain’t nothing better than a bare, hot and tight pussy. Sweet honey too.” He glanced up at her, and Cyn gasped and grabbed the bedsheets. “Nice and smooth. Might just make you wait a little longer because yeah…your taste.” He slid his fingers from her channel, pressed his thumb to her clit and snaked his tongue to her opening, dipping it inside.
    Cyn was so on edge from everything they’d already done, her orgasm bubbled up like a tidal wave. “Shane!”
    “Come for me.” He dove two fingers inside again and sucked her clit.
    “Oh, fuck. God! Yes!” Cyn slammed her head back on the pillows and exploded. Her climax tore through her, sending tingles over her skin while her pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers.
    “Yeah, that’s what I was looking for.” He licked through her slit again.
    Cyn raised her head, her breaths sawing in and out of her, and stared down at him. Shane had the most obvious expression in his blue eyes. One that could only be perceived as sheer pride in what he’d drawn from her so quickly. He’d earned it; she’d gone off like a freaking stick of