Page 39 of Stronger Than Love

My mouth fell open when Oonagh’s hand circled my cock, her mouth engulfing the head. Those red lips weremade for my cock alone, her hands massaging what wouldn’t fit in her mouth. Her tongue swirled and I fisted that ponytail. I held myself statue-still, gaze locked on the sight below me, my cock sliding in and out of those red lips.

She traced the sensitive vein with the tip of her tongue before she carefully flicked it on the underside of my head. My knees started to buckle as I swayed forward, my hand steadying me on the window.

Her hands grasped my ass to allow her to take me as deep as possible, her throat spasming at my tip. My eyes closed for a brief moment, my teeth biting into my lip to stop me shouting out.

Wildfire trickled down my spine and my balls tightened. Nothing else existed except her mouth and hands and the sensation they created.

My hips jerked as my need to take control surfaced, my hand tightening in her hair to pull her forward on each instroke to claim as much of her mouth and throat as possible.

My pulse thundered in my ears, one of her hands clasped the base of my cock while the other massaged my balls.

“Oonagh,” I growled in warning.

She didn’t heed it, hollowing her cheeks to suck me harder, her hand stroking me at a greater speed.

Fuck it, I couldn’t hold back the pressure that threatened to explode a second longer. Fire burned through me, igniting the beast that dwelt deep inside. My hands held her head as I fucked her mouth. Throughout it all, her eyes had never left mine. My hips jerked and pleasure spiked through me in waves that threatened to consume me.

Oonagh’s eyes watered, her throat spasming as I roared my release.

“Fuck, baby,” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of her when I regained control of my limbs. A drip of my cum was at the side of her mouth and I wiped it away with my thumb.

My office phone bleeped somewhere in the distance, letting me know my clients had arrived.

Oonagh and I stared at each other, both of our breathing unsteady.

“You okay?” My hand caressed her throat.

She nodded, her head canted slightly into my touch. I stroked her hair, tilting her head up with my other hand.

“You do realise that when this meeting is over, I’m going to return the favour?” I pressed a soft kiss on her swollen, bruised lips. The fact that my cock made them that way was an aphrodisiac kick to my solar plexus.

“You better hurry then.” Her voice was husky from the battering her throat had received.

“Don’t leave without me.” I pressed another kiss to her lips, unable to get enough of them.

“I’ll maybe go and visit Mikey.”

A groan escaped me when my phone bleeped again. “Mr. Doherty, your eleven o’clock is waiting for you in the conference room.”

“Try not to corrupt my little brother,” I said, drawing Oonagh to her feet as I stood up.

“Too late,” she teased, her thumb tracing over my bottom lip. “You’re wearing my lipstick.”

I hauled her tight against me. “Your lipstick definitely looked good on me a few minutes ago from up here.”

Her cheeks flushed that delicious crimson that set my pulse jumping.

My bloody phone bleeped again and I glared at it while trying to fasten my trousers. Oonagh straightened my jacket and smoothed my shirt down. “Have a good meeting,” she said, standing on tiptoe to snatch a kiss.

Fuck, I was tumbling down this spiral straight into the depths of hell and the devil was sitting waiting for me with his arms open. Spending time with Oonagh dragged all the emotions I’d suppressed for years to the surface. I was drowning on dry land and could do nothing to save myself.

I watched her ass walking out of my office and ran a shaky hand through my hair. How the hell was I supposed to focus after that blowjob? Our connection made every caress on my skin more sensitive, and she remained the only woman who used her tongue on me like that.

My professional persona in place, I left my office and strode down toward the conference room. Oonagh sat on Michael’s desk, smiling and chatting to him. It was stupid, especially after what happened in my office, but I wanted that smile to be for me. Jealousy was an ugly bitch who had no common sense even as I desperately tried to smother her.

Throughout the meeting, every so often, I found my gaze moving to where Oonagh was sitting. More males had materialised around her like bees hovering around a treat. My jaw tightened and every muscle in my body screamed for me to get out of this room and drag her away from them.

“I hope everyone’s happy with the plans and we can go ahead with submitting them?” I asked, bringing the meeting to a conclusion. Going into these sessions I had every angle covered so that they went smoothly. Dermott and I had worked together in the past and I knew what he expected in a project.

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