Page 37 of Hot Irish Halloween

The throbbing in his cock got heavier, faster, like his heartbeat against hers. The coiling tension in his balls was growing ever tighter. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, the intensity of her bombardment of all his senses too great to bear. Jack slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit…there, right there…and his gorgeous fairytale princess, his doe, his angel, bit down on the tight muscle of his shoulder. Then she drew in a breath and released it with a scream that was his own name. A scream so loud it echoed in the forest beyond. A sound that only confirmed what he already knew.

Penny was his now and forever would be.

Words poured from his lips as her pussy melted him down, her walls gripped and squeezed, until his cock spurted adoration for her, devotion to her, in a scalding stream.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” he moaned into her neck. He didn’t know if he was even speaking an actual fucking human language at that point. If she understood what he said, she didn’t respond, still too absorbed in her own release, drifting down from the peaks of ecstasy.

Jack wanted to say it again, now that they were calmer when it would mean something to her. But he didn’t. Later. When shecould really hear him and understand that it wasn’t something said in a mindless moment of passion.

Her head rolled back and forth on the grass. Jack was still covering her with his body, loathe to pull out, hoping to avoid separating for as long as he could put it off. Their essences spilled out of her when he tried. He pushed his way back in one more time to keep his cum inside her.

Stake yet another claim on her.

It was finally growing too cold even for him, with their body temperatures dropping. He stood up slowly, wincing at the pain in his knees from whatever sticks or rocks or rough old grass had ground into them. Penny was still too dazed and weakened to stand on her own, so he pulled her up by the hands and then lifted her into his arms.

“Too heavy. I can walk,” she tried to say but he shushed her, cradling her so her face was against his chest.

“Mind your business, angel.”

Rather than face the crowd in the Great Hall, and especially wanting to keep this sacred moment to themselves, Jack circled the property and found his way to the door that led them past the dining hall. He skirted the Great Hall and made way for the stairs. Barefoot, he managed to climb quietly without arousing any other guests or servants, except for a couple that apparently wanted their own privacy and were entering a room up ahead.

In their room, Jack pushed the door behind him. He deposited Penny on the divan and doubled back to bolt it firmly. He examined her, sitting and swaying with her hair in complete disarray. Jack fucking loved that bold, beautiful hair, loved that it did exactly what it wanted. Just like her. But it had leaves in it; her torn dress was all but ruined with a dangling panel in front and dirt and grass stains on the back. He felt remorse for the dress but would never be sorry about how it got that way.

“You’re a lovely mess. I think you could use a bath.”

“Mm-hm, bath, great, yay.” Penny gave him a sleepy thumbs up and a breathtaking smile.

“Sit right there. Don’t fall asleep,” he ordered her.

Jack got a bath going. There were two sets of fresh towels, quality soap, and a bottle of bath oil. He sniffed it. Roses. Fitting, considering the bath was for Penelope Rose. While the water was running, Jack rummaged in her toiletry kit, an item that opened up into several sections. He found a brush and comb and other mysterious potions. Her night clothes were hung on the back of the bathroom door. Or what he thought were night clothes? She had clearly not been planning on bringing the steam with this basic tank top and sweatpants set.

Jack shook his head with a wry chuckle. It was cute how, after everything that had happened up to that point, Penny had every intention of denying herself what she obviously had wanted since that night at her house.

The water level was high enough, and the temperature was hot enough but not too hot to burn her.

“Alright, bath time.” He got her to walk to the bathroom, stripped her of the dress and the bra… “Fuck. I forgot your panties.” Somewhere out there, the torn strip of silk would be discovered by some poor groundskeeper in the morning. Or some lucky groundskeeper, depending on how one looked at it.

Carefully he removed her diamond hairpin, the pearl necklace, and her little deer horns. Looking at himself in the mirror, he swore. Horned, paint-smeared, and covered with earth, he looked like a fucking lunatic. Jack pulled off the stag antlers and tossed them in the corner of the bedroom. When he returned, Penny had just flushed the toilet and was getting into the tub on her own. She hissed as the steamy, scented water lapped her flesh and enveloped her.

A small stool was conveniently placed nearby. Jack pulled it over and sat down. He methodically plucked out every piece ofgrass and every twig from her thick coils. Wondered if he should try to wash it and decided it would be fine if he just soaked it and let it be without combing it.

Then he soaped up his hands and ran them from her throat to her shoulders, then down her arms, her breasts, and her belly. Seeing and touching her totally nude was a treat. He loved her body, down to every dip and curve, loved all its softness. He paused to soap his hands again and massage between her legs.

Penny opened her eyes and grinned at him. “That’s nice,” she breathed, widening her thighs. “Why don’t you get in and wash that paint off, Braveheart?”

“He was Scottish, not Irish. But good idea. I hope this tub is as big as it looks.”

Jack got in the tub behind her, not giving a fuck when the water sloshed over the curved rim. He pulled her back to lay against his chest, his cock swelling again when it came into contact with her succulent ass.

And then he played gently, pouring more oil on her nipples and teasing them back to peak hardness. He went back and forth between them, tweaking and rolling them between his fingers and following the path down her body to her pussy with the other. Penny turned her head to offer him her lush mouth. They shared lazy, languid kisses while he rolled her wet nipple and rubbed featherlight circles on her clit. Her hips rolled, too, rocking her ass against his cock and her pussy into his hand until she moaned shakily. This release seemed gentler, sweeter than the first, but still every bit as satisfying to watch.

“Good girl. All clean.”

He dried her off and then enjoyed himself putting clothes on her in the bedroom and fixing up her hair as best as he was able. Penny could barely keep her eyes open as she said, “You’re the best. Can I keep you?”

Jack didn’t know how his heart could take so much sweetness. “You’ve got me, angel.” The urge to say more rose sharply again, but this time, he was able to keep it locked in. There would be another chance. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Settling her in bed, Jack got under the covers beside her. She curled up against his chest and fell into dreamland almost immediately, all warm and soft and smelling like a field of flowers. Jack marveled at her, at this gift, which he’d done absolutely nothing to deserve.

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