Page 36 of Until Ireland

“I thought you might.” He kissed me again, his hands roaming my body while he flexed his hips. He swallowed my groan as he maneuvered himself to my entrance and pushed forward. “Fuck, I love how tight and warm you are.”

Since our conversation, condoms weren’t a thing for us, and I couldn’t say I minded. Not when the piercing at the tip of his cock rubbed my sweet spot so well. It left me trembling and on edge more often than not. I arched to him, running my blunt nails down his back when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

The man craved my orgasms. The intense way he stared at me, pushing me hard until I shattered in his arms and floated on a cloud of bliss would never get old. I held on to him as we rocked together, and when I thought he’d send me crashing into the best climax ever, he stopped. Mack pulled out then slid down on the bed and buried his face between my legs. The sight of him there, feasting on my pussy, had me coming hard. I fisted my hand in his hair, riding his face through the bone-shattering pleasure.

He didn’t stop at one release though. The second time he built the anticipation, tracing my clit but never touching the hard bead. He did this several times before he dropped his mouth and began tongue-fucking my hole. My eyes rolled back. My breath hitched. I was pulled tight by the carnal desires flowing through my limbs. I needed him back inside me, even though he’d be content to devour me with only his tongue and mouth.

“Mack,” I sobbed. “Please.”

His rough chuckle vibrated through me, catching me off guard and igniting my orgasm. The rush of bliss stunned me. The desperate sounds he made at the back of his throat while he sucked and nipped on my core rocked me. When he did finally fill me again, I shuddered. Sparks of my lingering climax snapped across my skin and within my belly. I jerked against him, moaning as the excitement crackling along my senses. My eyes fluttered shut as he began again with the ruthless strokes of his cock along the sensitive walls of my vagina.

This man possessed me. Marked me. He was ruining me for anyone else. I had a feeling the first time we had sex that was what he’d been doing, putting his stamp on me so I couldn’t leave. Now, I knew that was the truth, and damned if I cared. I wanted it. Needed it. It scared the fuck out of me, having someone so possessive in my life after what happened with my ex, but Mack... I’d walk through fire for him.

He brushed his lips across mine, drawing me back to where we were connected. His gaze, though blazing with arousal and desire, also held a note of worry. “Where’d you go?”

I couldn’t brush him off. He’d see right through me. “I...” He stopped moving, burying himself as deep as he could go and making it all that much harder to form the words I wanted to say to him. “I was thinking I was thinking about how lucky I am that you’re mine.”

A cocky glint filled his eyes as the corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk of pure masculinity. “Of course I am. Haven’t you figured it out yet, Ireland? I’m not going anywhere. You’re it for me.”

Sure, all guys would say that when they were buried in a girl’s wet pussy. Afterward though, they’d find a new hole to put their dick in, or some of the girls found new dicks to use. But with Mack, even though we’d only been together a couple of months, I believed him. He began to move again, his gaze locking with mine. I could see the ecstasy etched there, and it left me desperate and aching for him. I yearned to believe him. God, I wanted this so bad. He was perfect. Demanding, sure, but he was everything I wanted and more.

“Feel me,” he whispered against the shell of my ear as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “You’re mine, Ireland. I won’t take no for an answer.”

He oozed confidence bordering on domination, and I liked it.

“Yes.” I bit my lip as he hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside of me. Over and over again, he rubbed the area with the pierced tip of his cock until I held my breath, all of my attention focused on where we were connected. And when he fit his thumb to my clit, giving it a firm roll, I snapped. The ball of pleasure building within me exploded, sending wave after wave of bliss rolled over me. I shook from my orgasm, crying out as I held him to me. His low groan added to the sensory overload battering my body. His pace stuttered, and his harsh pants turned to sexy little grunts before he filled me completely and let go.

Mack collapsed over me, making sure not to hurt me. Heck, even if he did smoosh me, I wouldn’t have cared. We laid there gasping for air as we came down together in our post-sex bliss. Then, I chuckled. The endorphins, man. I couldn’t help it. I covered my eyes as I laid there groaning with each bubble of laughter spilling from my lips. We were like horny teenagers.

“Well, someone’s in a good mood,” Mack teased, rolling us so I was laying across his chest.

“I’ve been in one since I woke up. Now, I’m sex drunk,” I corrected him. “Sex drunk is the best.” I placed my ear to his chest and sighed as I listened to the steady beat of his heart. “I could stay here forever.”

“We could call out today. Order in food from the restaurant. Fuck. Watch some boring movie so we could use it as an excuse for more sex.” He rubbed my arm. “No one would have to know.”

I snorted. “My brothers would know.” Not that I cared if they did. They’d fucked off a time or two over the years to spend time banging a girl they met at bar. Me though, I think they’d have a conniption if I didn’t show up at the shop. “Besides, I get to play with your Aston Martin today.”

“How can you take something non-sexual in nature and make it sound dirty as fuck?” He kissed me. “Even my dick is hard again thinking about you getting your hands greasy with my Aston Martin.”

I grinned. “Because fixing an engine is like foreplay. Turning it over once everything is finished and listening to them purr is the sex and orgasm.”

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He pulled me astride him. “We can be a little late, right?”

I laughed. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

My phone rangas I stepped out of the shower. Our second session had gone a little longer, and now, I was really running late. I knew it was Hunter checking on me before I even saw the caller ID on my phone. I ran my finger across the screen as I began to dry off. “Hey, sorry. I’ll be there in twenty, depending on traffic.”

“Not a problem. You don’t always have to be the one to open the shop, you know.”

Yes, yes. We’d been through this several times already. My brothers thought I didn’t trust them. I happened to be the first one out of the house every day. It had nothing to do with them. “Well, I appreciate it.”

“But that’s not why I called,” he said. “Did you lend your Triumph to Jackson? I know he was supposed to be at Flame later this afternoon, so I wasn’t sure.”

My bike was gone? I put the phone on speaker so I could get dressed quicker. “Give me a second, I’m on my way.”

I rushed through drying myself off then dressed and pulled my hair into a bun at the nape of my neck. Today would be a zero makeup or haircare kind of day. Probably was for the best since I’d be doing some heavy-duty work.

“I just checked Jackson’s room. He’s still here. He said he was using his Comet.” The concern in Hunter’s voice had my stomach in knots.

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