Page 49 of Hot Irish Halloween

She laughed, shivering with anticipation, when he moved down between her legs. He sucked her clit between his lips, then fluttered his tongue on it again, looking up at her with eyes that pierced her deeper than his thick finger. That look undid her. He wouldn’t break eye contact, and she couldn’t look away, couldn’t hold back the sharp cries he was drawing out of her, couldn’t stop pumping her pussy into his mouth. When she came, it was deep and hard. She broke apart and shattered into atoms.

Jack was panting almost as heavily as she was from between her legs, kissing her inner thighs with his hot breath scalding her flesh.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl.”

And it had been oh-so-good for her. It got even better when he rose, pulled her knees up, and gripped his dick, pushing inside her. He sank in slowly, pausing, grinning, torturing her. Pulled out and rubbed her own juices around her clit with the head of his dick before sinking back in.

His eyes were heavy-lidded and pink-tinged as they stared into hers. He looked high, intoxicated with lust. Jack’s skin gleamed a buttery smooth, light bronze in the waning sunlight casting its softness through the window, and she ran her hands across it. He rolled his hips into hers suddenly, then picked up the pace to a repetitiveslap slapof flesh into flesh.

“Oh…fuck….fuck, Penny,” Jack groaned, and she smiled, loving being the one who made him make that sound, who made his dick this hard. “Take it… take it…oh, good girl. My dirty fucking good girl…Penny…”

“Yeah?” Her voice hitched, staring up at him.

“Give me a baby, Penny.” He rolled his hips into her harder, groaning. All the while, he didn’t break the eye contact. He’d meant what he said.

Penny nodded, moving with him. “Okay,” she panted. “Okay. Just please don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop…” She meant it. She wanted what he wanted. Wanted it only with him.

He didn’t stop. Jack fucked her deep with powerful thrusts, that blissful rhythm staying so steady… so steady…so…

“I need to come angel.” His voice had thickened, darkened. “I need you to come again, too, all over me.”

He flipped her over so she was on top, straddling him with his dick still inside her. Then he pounded her from below. He pincered her hips with strong fingers and powered into her with thrusts that jolted her each time she bounced on him.Fuck,each one of those jolts were amazing, his dick rubbing against that awesome little spot inside her walls while his fingers found her clit and began to strum.

And this time, as he breathed out, “Come on me. Come on, baby, do it. Wet me up,” she grew so weak with need she could hardly stay upright.

She was teetering on the edge, right there, and then those fingers and that fat cock sent her sailing off into crazy sweet oblivion. Penny went wordless as she obeyed him, drenching him with a sudden splash that made him laugh with surprise and then groan. Inside her, he twitched and pulsed. So much for him pulling out or her pulling off. She slid up and down with slow squeezes that made him shout out, her own spasms beating and throbbing in time with his.

Collapsing into his waiting arms, Penny knew Jack had finally done it.

This motherfucker had completely ruined her for any other man.

17

FIGURE IT OUT

JACK

“So tell me again, Penelope, why you’re still not finished your book?”

While Penny was at the kitchen island rolling her eyes at her mother’s weekly question about her apparent lack of progress, Jack was stirring the stew he was making for their dinner. It was a good, hearty Irish stew with quality grass-fed chuck roast, Yukon potatoes, and carrots. He tossed in the onions, which he’d almost forgotten to add, and then poured in a glass of Guinness to make it extra thick and rich.

Not bad if he did say so himself. This was the fourth time he’d made it for Penny since they’d been dating. She swore she couldn’t get enough of it or him. Nearly a month and a half of talking and cooking together, taking care of “her baby” Trixie, cuddling on the couch, and having mind-blowing sex, each day with her only seemed to get better and better.

When he brought over a spoonful so she could sample his progress, Penny gave him a thumbs up. Her foot swung lazilyfrom the high stool while she played with a clean spoon. She was a fidgeter, he’d noted, always something in her hands. Maybe a leftover from her intensive music training. At any rate, that habit had resulted in a new scarf for him and a growing series of yarn critters on the mantle.

“Is that Jack I hear in the background?”

“Yes, Mom. He’s making us beef stew for dinner, Irish style.”

“Well, what makes it Irish versus any other kind of stew?” Erica asked.

“It’s got Guinness in it.”

“It’s got what?” Erica shouted on the phone as if there was interference on her end.

“Guinness. It’s beer, Mom.” Penny winked at him and tweaked his butt.

“Behave,” he mouthed at her.

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