Page 43 of Naughty Irish Liar

The blast of possessiveness hit me square in the torso and took heat through every one of my organs at the same time until the need to fuck her hard and fast was my only dominant thought.

I pressed my thumb to her lower lip, dragged it down before feeding it into her mouth. Watching her suck it in right down to the crease. Watched how sheenjoyedit.

I felt the suck in my cock.

With a knot in my throat I tried to still inside her, not let the overriding scream of lust take me over. A slip of a ginger girl was a drug.

“That’s how I’m gonna teach you to take my dick,acushla.” Her glassy eyes rounded before fluttering back into hazy half mast, and she went right on sucking and mewling, scraping my thumb with her teeth. Thebewitchingbrat. “A slow inch at a time, until I can stroke the back of your throat with my dripping tip and feel how tight your swallow is back there. Do you want me to teach you how to give the best head?”

I was a deviant motherfucker when her hummed nod did funny things to me. Pulling my thumb free before I came far quicker than I was ready to, I spread the wetness over her lips and then dove down taking them forcibly with persuasive licks of my tongue to pry them open.

She whimpered directly into my mouth.

Fuck, those noises … I pressed harder with my hips, her tight little body took all of me and the roar of satisfaction nearly blew my brains out.

“Feels good?”

“God.Yes. More,keep going.”

I gave her more.

I gave her more two times after that. Once in the shower and then against the bathroom counter when she thought it was clever to prance around naked, giving me that saucy look until my balls reached up into my stomach.

“Will I see you later?” She asked when I pulled up outside her hotel.

She was so damn youthful and virtuous, looking across the car console at me like she was that sixteen-year-old girl all over again, so excited to see me.

I felt the kick of it in my chest.

She went on. “You know, for those … lessons with my throat.”

Jesus. H. Christ. Save me from this bratty ginger girl.

I cast her a half grin and motioned towards the door. “Go be the big college girl, Catherine.”

“I don’t even know if I can walk.” She had a hand on the door but looked over her shoulder at me. Grinned naughtily. “You rode me pretty fiercely, batman.”

Fucks sake. Now I wanted to carry her inside and do it all again. Make her truly sore. I’d gone easy on her knowing how unused her soft skin was but if she wanted to be incapable of climbing out of her bed this week I was up to the job, see if I wasn’t…

Luckily for my raging sanity she slid out laughing before dipping down to flash a grin at me, flamed hair framing her lovely face. “Thanks for the ride home in the bat mobile. Later, Ronan, have a nice day.” And didn’t she just swish off into the hotel with a jut of her fantastic hips and lush ass hypnotizing me and all the fuckers walking by.

I was hard as a rock screeching off into traffic.

But I was already formulating those lessons.

On her knees.

With her naked lips stretched wide open and drooling down my nasty-wanting cock.

Such a good student Catherine would be.

The thought of counting the number of orgasms I would rain down on her before I’d give her my dick, had every primal roar I possessed, rising to the surface.

Denying how badly I wanted her …needed herwas perhaps the biggest lie I’d ever told before.

CHAPTER 13

Catie

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