Page 42 of Naughty Irish Liar

Ruin her.

She just didn’t know it yet.

“Ahhh,acushla, that’s right,” my voice thicker as I dipped down and dragged my nose along the sweetness of her cheek.

She shuddered, arching into my body, wrapping her naughty legs around my hips, and rubbed her wet pussy against my crotch. I could so easily slip in like this. I had to grind my back teeth to quell that dangerous need.

“Do you know why?”

She shook her head. Doe-eyed, licking the lip I’d been defiling with my thumb.

She had no idea all the invites she was throwing to my starving body.

“Because this un-fucked mouth belongs to me.”

My throat cinched with the dreamy way she looked up at me.

It was Catherine who lead the kiss this time and it soon escalated to the point I reached into the bedside drawer to grab protection and I taught her how to put it on me. It was goddamn agonizing, but she caught on fast when she taunted my dick with a tight stroke.

“Until Saint Patrick’s Day,” she said driving her fingers through my hair when I got in place. How could I hear words over the rushing of blood through my ear canal? One touch of my tip to her swollen clit and I was brain dead.

“What’s that?”

“You only own my mouth until midnight on Saint Patrick’s Day.”

Oh, that saucy brat.

Growling, I captured her next words with my mouth. It was bad enough she was laughing, but at least she couldn’t sass me while I was tonguing her.

She’d thrown my bluff back in my face and there was something about the way she called me on my shit that I fucking loved.

“If you’re fucking me you need to do it now, Ronan. I have a class in an hour.” She announced winding her long limbs around me. I’d usually hate that kind of closeness in bed. There was no need to hold me like a boa constrictor for me to fuck, but I found myself pressing down further against her until she was surrounded in me.

“You don’t decide anything when you’re in my bed,acushla. You just worry about how loud to scream.”

I didn’t give her room to reply when I pushed in and didn’t stop until I was fully fitted in the tightest heaven.

Oh, Jesus God.

“Stop moving,” I growled pinning her down, trying to gain some semblance of control.

“I can’t. Oh, god.Ronan. You’re so big.”

I chuffed a noise against her lips and I let her devour me.

“Keep saying that and you’ll be overflowing with my come in seconds.”

She was a toucher. Everywhere her hands wandered, and she left behind a tingling sensation. Other parts of my body tensed anticipating their turn.

It made my fuck even more hassled and tortured.

I grunted into her neck.

How could it be this good?So good.

“You gave a man like me your first time,” I rounded my exclaim with a force of my hips that made her cry out and dig her vixen nails into my ass cheeks. Attempting to take my mind off how good she felt was next to impossible when she grabbed me and moaned and kissed all over my neck.Jesus Christ.

She was such a little biter sinking her fangs into my shoulder blade. Pleasure attacked through me. “And my second and third times…”

---