Page 41 of Naughty Irish Liar

“You fell asleep on me,” I said against her mouth. Using the fingers inside her it was easy to take cues from her body from the way she softly undulated and bit her lip and gasped just how deep and forceful Catherine needed it to get her over the edge.

I knew the second she was going to come when she locked around my digits so tight my cock was jealous.

I’d never fucked anyone without wrapping up. But the need to bury inside her and feel how soaked I’d made her almost had me going mad wanting it. The slide would be so fucking incredible.

“You—oh, god—you took too long on the phone. You should have ignored it if you were serious about sex.”

She had no idea did the ginger girl how serious I’d been.

I finger fucked her over the edge until her screams echoed throughout my apartment. Good thing I owned the building and she could be as loud as she wanted to be.

Pulling my hand free I traced her own wetness against her quivering lips leaving them glossy and messy. I leaned in and licked them clean. Repeating the process several times.

The heat rolling off her body in waves made me throw the covers back, exposing her to my starved gaze. I had her nipple in my mouth a second later and her hand buried in my hair before I got up on my knees between her spread legs. Her tiny pair of panties were soaked in the front and she tried to hide it with her palm I soon pushed aside.

“No one ignores my mother, I learned that the hard way,” I confessed peeling the underwear down her legs. It was a good distraction because instead of blushing, her eyes came up and I saw all her questions there.

I wasn’t lying, this time. It had been ma on the phone. I answered because of the time difference, assuming something was wrong.

It wasn’t.

She was busting my balls for not calling her this week. I told her it was only Tuesday. It wasn’t good enough.

“Ma, can I call you back? I’m with a woman.”

“What woman? Do I know her? What’s she like, Ronan?”

“Ma…”

“Ronan Gerard MacNamara…”

“Jesus Chris, ma. She’s ginger and a pain in my ass, okay?”

“You’re bothered by a woman. I love it. Bring her home to meet me soon, you hear?”

After crawling over her, settling between the space in her legs I pressed my thumb pad against Catherine’s lips, feeling them quiver, her eyes going impossibly round, the black pupil nearly masking out the pretty green.

I shouldn’t be this pleased that all I saw in her eyes was untappedlust.

She was so hungry.

The vibe in the room transformed, became thick and charged.

“How many worthlessboyshave pushed their aching cocks between these?” I pressed harder and dragged her lower lip open to touch the soft wetness inside. She gave me a little lick, just a fast rush of her tongue and I felt it in the tip of my dick and the pit of my stomach. “How many have gone all the way to the back until you gagged, and your eyes filled with lovely tears while you left half crescent moons from your nails in their asses?”

I felt a rage build like an inferno inside to kill faceless fuckers for putting their worthless dicks near her.

Blushing all over her freckled face I wouldn’t allow her to draw away. Not when she’d forced my fucking hand. The princess would have to deal with the jealous monster she’d unleashed.

The consequences be damned.

“Answer me,acushla.”

“N-none, okay? I haven’t had any in my mouth.”

I’d figured the answer and still it slammed white-hot satisfaction straight through the middle of me.

I was going to own her.

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