Page 30 of Naughty Irish Liar

God. God.God. This man with his magic mouth and fingers was a breathing orgasm. I’d vastly underestimated Ronan and how my somewhat untouched body would react to his skill. I watched him standing again and push down his pants … no underwear, dear god …

I was going to have sex with my boss.

The boss who was jacking off in front of me as he approached the bed again.

I gulped. Unable to look away from the massive divining rod in his hand.

“Looks like you have something for me…”

He didn’t laugh. But he neither mocked my silly quip either.

He climbed onto the bed, got between my legs and kissed me again. I tangled both hands in his blonde hair, desperate for something I didn’t know I wanted until a hard, heavy man laid on top of me, using his hands to knead my thighs open.

I didn’t realize a condom had come into play until I heard the crinkle of paper.

His fingers were like magic, the next I knew he was nudging me with the tip.

Unimaginable pleasure washed through me and I breathed his name.

He leaned down and sucked a nipple. Repeated on the other side.

“Fucking you now,acushla.”

I didn’t even have theyes pleaseout before he slammed up inside me sending my world into all directions of pain, pleasure, and instant shock.

“Oh, fuck…tight.” He grunted raggedly into my neck. My limbs fastened around him to the point I felt my bones protest.

“Oh, fuck,” I repeated into his shoulder and his head came up, piercing me with sex heavy eyelids. I tried to smile as I chewed on my lip, breathing through the dissipating pain.

It wasn’t bad. Not like stepping on a Lego or catching my hair on a curling iron, but oh, wow, I was so full I thought he might be splitting me open.

It felt good and not so good at the same time.

He started to move, holding both sides of my head … slowly at first. And I moaned when I suddenly felt a hot tingle, he hit down harder, shocking me at how good the fullness felt.

His cock was jolly green giant kind of ginormous, and I’d been right, he didn’t fit all the way, but what I had of him… god… I wanted this to never end.

My feelings tangled and knotted around him, clutching him as tightly as he rammed into me with his huge churning body.

The force of two motions happening at the same time stole every piece of air I had in my lungs. He boosted me up and slammed himself down. It was like being tossed around on the best surfer wave. The current taking me, all I needed to do was grip the sheets below me and feel the pleasure rushing, rushing,consuming.

His poise and calmness whispered nervous noise through my head.

He wasn’t acting like a man in the middle of a desire storm, but I was too involved with his tongue in my mouth wreaking havoc to the roof to care much of why he was suddenly molesting my tongue.

Because Ronan kissed like a demon.

In other words; best kisser ever.

“Are you still bothered by me?” I huffed on an inhale, tasting the sweat on his neck. He sort of heaved air and groaned as my tongue connected to his skin and then pushed down harder causing me to fold in half… or almost if not for his big hands holding my hip bones in place.

“Yes,” he hissed, blowing air over my face.

I reached up.

Kissed him.

Moaned into his lips.

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