Page 36 of Hot Irish Halloween

“It was Brendan. My Brendan. Let go.” Twisting her arms away, she was thwarted by his grasp of her shoulders. But she’d gone soft against him, her body bending into his.

“That wasn’t Brendan. It was just a man. And Brendan isn’t your man now.Iam.” He shook her, and she laughed. Right in his face.

Penny used his moment of shock to wrest herself out of his hold and skip away, her dress billowing in the sharp breeze.

“I’m not one of those people in there worshipping you. If you thought all it would take for you to own me was a pretty dress and a string of pearls, you overestimated yourself. If you want me, come and take me.” Her eyes blazing and a mocking smile on her lips, she pivoted.

And like a flash of summer lightning, she was gone, disappearing into the maze. Jack snarled and ran in after her but immediately slowed down. There were three paths, each empty.He forced himself to slow down further, to try to concentrate and use his senses to figure out which way she’d gone. He sniffed the air for that luscious hint of peach among the hedges. Creeping along, he thought he might have found it, just barely. With his eyes on the manicured bushes and the ground, he swept every leaf and blade of grass for visual clues.

There, on the neat path to the right, lay one of those tiny pink flowers that had been attached to her shoes. He scooped it up and went further in, deeper and deeper into the tall hedges, finding more of those tiny pink giveaways to the whereabouts of his doe.

A laugh echoed up ahead to the right. It taunted, it teased, making his head spin before he refocused. Questioning the direction, on a sudden instinctive hunch, he went the opposite way, and sure enough, there she was at the center of the maze. It was a big, rectangular clearing with a dry fountain.

Penny stood in the center near the sculpted fountain, gazing up at the nearly full moon. It was fat and luscious, beaming pearly white, bathing her cleavage in its glow. Her sparkling hair gems and the necklace caught the light and flashed. When he stepped on dried twigs, they crunched under his bare foot, and her head whipped up and around. She darted around the sculpture, trying to make for the exit, but he caught up to her before she could.

No more running. Her chest heaved from the chase, but also with a powerful emotion, probably the same one choking his throat.

Without another word, Jack reached for the beautiful, delicate panel covering her breasts, hooked his fingers in, and ripped it off with one mighty, harsh tug.

“My dress!”

Her shocked outrage at the destruction of her gown was swiftly followed by a moan when he pulled down her strapless bra andfreed her beautiful tits from their confinement to take one turgid nipple in his mouth.

“No.Mydress.” His voice against her flesh was guttural, thick. Midnight dark. “OnlyIget to take it off.”

Jack gripped her and pulled her down to the ground, covering her with his body, with his own heat, wishing he could burn her the fuck down so she would be wrecked the way he was now.

Penny wrenched his hair and twisted it. His scalp stung, but he didn’t care. She used it to jerk his head to her other nipple, which he commenced sucking the minute his lips touched it. It pebbled in his mouth, and he licked circles around it, drawing a moan from her. He bit it, and she yelped, then moaned again when he sucked greedily. Jack delighted in that moan, determined to hear it again and again.

“Tell me to stop,” he ordered her hoarsely. His heart was beating harder, faster than any drum. “Say it now, Penny. If you don’t want me…if you don’t want this, tell me to stop.”

She wouldn’t say it, too proud, too stubborn, he didn’t know which. His vision sharpened to the point where he could see the pulse pounding in her throat even in the darkness and could see her soft pink tongue wet that luscious bottom lip. Saw the desire she was fighting so hard finally win and take over.

His little doe. His angel.

The expression on her face was one he hadn’t seen before. There was nothing teasing or tender in the way she was looking at him, her eyes slit with lust and anger. She really was an angel, after all. An angel of destruction, tearing him down brick by brick.

Penny ran her hands up and down his body while he bent and kissed her. No, not kissing. This was a ravishing. This was a deep, open-mouthed battle with tongues clashing, a hard chest crushing soft breasts. Jack reared up, kneeling between her legs to rip her panties off. The silky fabric tore, and he tossed them,not knowing or caring where they landed. He pushed his own boxer briefs off and lay between her legs. Her beautiful face was almost pained. With need? With emotion?

It didn’t fucking matter anymore. He was done trying to understand her. He was going to just take and take and take…

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. I can’t wait anymore,” he said, his voice ragged.

Then he gripped his dick in his fist and thrust all the way home with one hard, fantastic shove. The stroke went deep, and his cock was instantly soaked in a glorious flaming-hot river. When she wailed and spread her legs wider to take all of him inside, he almost lost it.

“Penny. Fucking wet for me… so wet…I had no idea…” He was cut off by his own groan of pleasure and wanted to laugh with disbelief. Never in any of his wildest fantasies had his imagination come close to what it was like plunging inside her, being enveloped so completely by her sweet, perfect pussy.

“Please…please…” She was nearly incoherent, but she didn’t need to say anything more.

A surprise slap across his face shocked him, but when he tried pulling out, thinking maybe she had changed her mind after all, she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper, refusing to let him go.

He knew why she’d hit him. She loved what he was doing to her, but she also hated him, hated giving up control to him.

Jack didn’t hate her, never could hate her, but if she needed to despise him, he’d give her that. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed. She bucked her hips up when he did that, sobbing. He took, and he took, and he gave, dragging his cock out of her pussy, then driving in deeper again, soaking up her cries, pounding, pounding,pounding, eliciting even sweeter, higher-pitched moans.

Penny clawed at his chest with abandon; most likely, there’d be marks on his skin the next morning. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but their joining, this moment apart from the real world, a new place beyond the veil created only for the two of them.

This new world had its own midnight sky and its own light emanating from her. The necklace he’d given her was the gleaming phases of the moon. The gems in the soft, thick darkness of Penny’s hair spread out on the ground were a thousand stars shining all for him. He tangled his fingers in that dark mass and pulled, hard, until gasps of shaken delight escaped her lips in response.

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