Page 50 of Until Ireland

Ireland stretched and rubbed her pussy against my thigh. The silky wetness there had everything inside of me tensing, waiting to see what she’d do next. “How long have we been asleep?”

“A couple of hours. It’s only four,” I replied, kneading her ass. Arousal pooled in my gut while I waited for her to tell me what she wanted.

“Good, we have the whole night then.” She sighed wistfully before sliding down my body. When she positioned herself between my legs and stared up at me with those mischievous eyes of hers, I knew we were in this for the long haul.

She ran her tongue across my slit then spent time lapping and sucking on of the crown of my cock, flicking the piercing there while sampling my precum. I hissed. The muscles of my stomach tensed as bliss burst through me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the erotic scene unfolding before me. I fisted my hands into the sheets, determined not to interfere with her. She could take as much time sucking me off or do it as fast as she wanted.

I didn’t care.

A groan of pleasure had been ripped from my throat the minute she encased the head of my dick in the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. My ass came up off the bed. I fought for control to keep from spilling my release down her throat too fast. Instead, I concentrated on the sway of her body as she bobbed her head, and the way the tips of her hair brushed my thighs and cloaked her face in a curtain of red. I wanted to fist her brilliant locks and fuck her mouth, but I continued to grab the bedding and prayed for restraint.

She was my everything. If something had happened to her today, I would’ve gone insane. As it was, I still rode the razor edge of rage. My girl had been forced to relive an abusive situation because of a stolen fucking car I’d brought to her—though unbeknownst to me. I couldn’t have that. Later I’d fix it, but right now, I needed inside her.

“Baby,” I groaned. “Ride me.”

She swallowed around me, and I swore I saw stars. My nuts were drawn up. My ass clenched. I was way too close.

“Are you sure?”

Of course I was fucking sure. I had to get inside her before I went completely insane. I held onto my threadbare control by a string. My breath left me on a shudder before I nodded. “Fuck me, Ireland. Get us both off.”

She gasped. “So vulgar. I like it.”

“I’d like your pussy on my dick even more.” I gave a little lift of my shoulder.

She laughed. The glorious sound shot straight to my chest, warming me from the inside out. “I like your dick too.” She crawled up to my body then straddled my hips.

The heat from her cunt seared my groin. My breath hitched. My heart hammered. She positioned my tip at the entrance of her pussy and sat down, taking me inch by inch into her. We both groaned as she spasmed around me, coming on one stroke. I fucking loved how responsive she was. The surprised, blissed-out look on her face told me everything I needed to know. She didn’t realize how close she’d been either, and I hadn’t even touched her.

Ireland pressed her forehead to my chest as mini pulse still fluttered around me while the last of her climax passed. I palmed her ass, encouraging her to move, but she’d been content to sit there a moment more, torturing both of us. She let out a shaky breath, spreading another trail of goosebumps across my skin before she rotated her hips. My fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass, and I knew she’d wear my mark in the morning.

I didn’t care.

She wiggled and teased me, building the passion between us with slight movements until I was ready to flip our positions and fuck her into the mattress. I strained under her, silently pleading for her to move faster, harder. She’d been content to keep our pace slow and languid. I fisted my hand in her lush red hair and lifted her face. The dazed lust I spied in her eyes did stupid shit to my insides. It tamped down the need to hurry, to spill my cum inside of her.

“Take what you need.” I lifted her slightly, changing the angle of penetration and hissed. With my free hand, I flicked and pinched her nipples, knowing from experience just how sensitive they were. She was so expressive. Her cunt melted around me. I grunted out a curse, clenching my jaw to stave off my release.

The hedonistic way she tormented us left me reeling. Once wouldn’t be enough to get this ache out of my balls. She rocked and glided over me, picking up speed. Her face and chest were flushed. Her stomach rippled each time the muscles in her pussy did. The way she clamped down on me a second time announced how close she was to coming on cock again. I wanted it. I needed to see her shatter in my arms before I’d give her my seed.

“Mack,” she whimpered. “So good.”

Yeah, she was. “Do it, Ireland. Get that sweet little snatch off on my dick. Come for me, baby.”

Her hips faltered for a split second until she was crying out with each roll of her hips. The minute she climaxed and her passage began to pulse around me, I gave over. I gripped her hips tight and held her still while shoving deep. A snarled cry of rapture shot from me as I jerked and throbbed within her. I wasn’t finished with her though. Not by a long shot. Even as I continued to spill my seed, I flipped our positions and began to rock again. My thrusts were gentle. I wanted to extend the pleasure coursing through us, but I was also determined to claim her fully, so she’d never have to worry about me or my intentions again, especially after today.

Ireland cupped my face and gave me her best drowsy, curious face. “Mack?”

“Can’t stop.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck, knowing we’d be here awhile. “Today fucked me all up, Ireland. From beginning to end, I’ve been half-crazed.” I fit her legs over my elbows, opening her wider so I could go deeper.

“Same.” She drew my face to hers and kissed me. She poured every bit of herself into it, and who was I to reject those feelings from her? So, I tried to convey how much I loved her and wanted her, and only her, in my life.

She was my BOOM. My it. My everything. She was the one person who could calm me when I needed her. Love me as much as I loved her. Give me the life I’d only dreamed of having until now. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever.

I don’t know how long we spent fucking from that moment forward, but when we both collapsed in a sticky, sweaty mess, finally I could rest. However, I couldn’t lay there long. I needed to get in touch with Cobi. After Ireland explained everything that happened, I had a sneaking suspicion I knew where her bike was. I just had to go find it.

With Ireland sleeping soundly once more beside me, I slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. My body was relaxed and a bit rubbery from everything, and a stupid grin tugged at my lips.Just like a newborn colt.I’d have laughed at the thought, but I didn’t want to wake Ireland. She couldn’t know what I was about to do.

I took a quick shower then dressed before heading to my office down the hall. Once inside, I called Cobi and patched Jax and Wes in. I was going to the auction house tonight to get her bike back. They’d either come with me or I’d do it myself. Either way, that fucker Edgar wasn’t going to keep Ireland’s bike because of whatever perceived vendetta he had.

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