Page 34 of Until Ireland

“Easy, baby,” I cooed as I went to my knees between her thighs.

Catching and holding her blissed-out gaze, I made a show of lapping her release from my fingers.

“Please, Mack, I need you inside me,” Ireland begged so prettily on a breathy moan.

My craving matched hers. My dick gave a hearty kick, and precum pooled at the tip. I pulled down my boxer briefs with a sense of urgency I’d never felt before. Yearning for her touch, I gathered her hand in mine and pressed it against the rigid flesh of my now-exposed erection. Although Ireland’s hands were dainty, they didn’t have the softness of a pampered princess. No, not this girl. She had calloused hands from hard work, and I felt every one of them on the ultra-sensitive flesh covering my dick.

I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to come as her fingers explored my long length. She hesitated over the piercing, and I smirked when her fingers went back to the metal balls over and over again. Her curiosity piqued, she lifted to her elbows to check out what she’d felt with her fingers.

“You have a piercing,” she said, her voice filled with wonder and confusion. When she’d touched my dick last time, her grip had stayed low, around the root. Her hand had never explored or gone to the tip.

Christ…her pouty little lips were a hairsbreadth from touching my dick. If I shifted a half an inch forward, the bulbous head of my cock would find heaven with the brim of her mouth. As if sensing what I needed, her pink tongue darted out and eagerly lapped up the wetness gathering on my tip.

I hissed. “Goddamn it, baby, keep that up and we won’t get to the good stuff.”

Ireland gave a sultry, seductive laugh. “I don’t know, Mack, you’ve already been pretty damn good.”

She was great for my ego and all, but our first time together wouldn’t end with me coming in her mouth, and I told her as much in the bluntest of terms. She giggled, and her cheeks turned pink. The laugh had my balls drawing up tight against my body, and more pre-cum pooled on the head of my dick. This time, I stopped her from drinking it up. I wanted to enjoy this, and if she put her mouth on me again, it was going to be over before it even started.

“Get on your back,” I ordered, watching as she scurried to do so. “Eyes on me, baby, while I fuck you.”

Settling between her legs, I placed my hands beside her head, keeping most of my bulk off her, which gave me an erotic view of where we’d be connected. I wrapped my hand around the base of my erection, then rubbed the tip through the lips of her sex, gathering her wetness before tucking my dick into her pussy. My mind was so focused on getting inside of her, it superseded everything else.

Her sharp nails dug into the skin of my back as I pushed through the tightness of her channel. I couldn’t look away as each inch of my dick was gobbled up by her silky cunt. I only stopped once I was balls deep inside her. I knew the little wildcat beneath me had broken the skin where she clung to me, and I didn’t give a shit. Every mark she left on my body was worth it.

“Jesus, fuck, baby, you’re so damn tight,” I muttered against her neck as I waited for her small body to adjust. I planned to fuck her all night long, so if I rushed it this time, next time I’d go slower, giving her long, hard strokes to keep her coming.

“Mack,” she cried out, her hips bucking up, causing my dick to sink in even deeper. “I need—"

“Settle and give me a second, cupcake,” I said hoarsely, feeling her channel ripple and flex around me, stealing my ability to breathe momentarily. “I know what you’re craving, and I’m going to give it to you, I promise, once you adjust to me.”

Ireland whimpered. Her red hair stuck to her forehead as her head tossed from side to side on the pillow. I fisted her long locks, holding her still so I could claim her lips in a hungry kiss. I consumed her mouth until I felt her body soften and become more pliant. Gathering her up so her legs rested over my elbows, I planted my hands on the bed above her hips, opening her sex to me and allowing me to plunder her body.

Together we moved in a sensual rhythm. I kept a tight hold of her hip as I powered in and out of her. The headboard slammed against the wall, keeping a hard, steady cadence as I rode her through her first release. Her pussy rippled around me, trying to milk the cum from my balls, but I gritted my teeth, determined to not give over so quickly. Sweat covered us both as the scents and sounds of our fucking.

I wanted her to come again before I orgasmed.

“You’re going to get off on my dick again, aren’t you, baby?” I panted when I felt the familiar tingle at the base of my spine.

Ireland looked up at me under heavy lidden eyes. “Together,” she pleaded.

I gave her a nod, hurtling her body toward another release. When her little sheath began to drain my dick, I released her legs to pin her arms over her head. I swiveled my hips ruthlessly, boring into her and bottoming out inside of her heat.

I felt the rush of her arousal around me before I planted myself deep and came, seeing stars as I chanted, “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

Both of us were gasping for our breath as my pulse hammered and my body shook with pleasure. When I finally gathered my wits, I pushed my weight off of Ireland and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips were swollen and red from my kisses.

“You okay?” I asked, knowing I had been anything but gentle our first time out the gate. Truth be told, my dick was still rock hard and enjoying the warm silky feeling of her being wrapped around me.

“Umm-hmm,” she responded while her eyes fluttering open. Her pupils were blown from gratification, and she looked blissed out of her mind.

I’d do whatever I could to make sure she stared at me like this every damn time. Carefully, I eased myself from her body. I watched in rapt awe as my cum trickled out of her body. Sexiest thing ever, but it also meant we were going to need to have a conversation. I should’ve been pissed off at myself or nervous. Yet, I was calm.

I ran a hand down my face.

Jesus, in my entire life I’d never taken a partner without a condom, even if the woman assured me she was on the pill. I’d known one too many friends who played fast and loose and paid the price nine months later. Yet with Ireland, it hadn’t even been more than a passing thought. And I wasn’t running for the door at the idea of getting her pregnant. If anything, the idea of her carrying my child turned me on even more.

I got up and went to my bathroom naked and with my dick still hard. I pulled a washcloth from the closet and got it wet with warm water before returning to my bed to take care of Ireland. Being as gentle as possible, I cleaned her up before I threw the cloth back into the bathroom.

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