Page 48 of Naughty Irish Liar

He only laughed and scraped his teeth on my lower lip.

“I’m not adorable. Nor am I annoying. What have I done to annoy you?”

He groaned and threw his hips harder against mine like a battering ram.

Oh, Jesus. It felt good. So good.

“Your existence alone annoys me.” Soul punching cobalt blue eyes lifted to mine and that look nearly got me off. My pussy spasmed, locking tighter around him. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Do that again.Again, Catherine, squeeze me tight, show my cock what you’ve learned.”

I did, and he made that delicious grunting noise once more.

It was an addiction. A want. A need. A form of happiness to know I did that to him. He went on grunting after each deep slap of our flesh, almost as if it were against the order from his brain to his body.

Sweat rolled down the side of his face. I followed it with my lips.

“You annoy me!” I taunted, fisting both hands in his hair, angling his gorgeous head down so I could roll my lips over his. “You not giving me my orgasm annoys me. Oh, god, Ronan. Make me come.Make me come, please.” I chanted breathlessly.

He thrust harder. Deeper. The force rattled my teeth, made me cry out with feel-good screams. His hands on the underside of my thighs, keeping me spread. “Open wider,” he growled through clenched teeth, bouncing me on his cock like he was holding up a fluffy pillow.

Unsure I could widen my legs further, he proved me wrong and his dick slid down to the bottom of me where he scraped something so delicious my vision hazed out on me and then the sensation was gone as my eyes cleared of my screaming orgasm and he lifted me off him.

The condom ripping off his long length made a snapping noise and he discarded it on the floor. “Open up,acushla.” His hand around my ponytail arched my neck back as he held that dripping tip in his other.

I wouldn’t lie and say seeing his cock this close and aroused because of me … didn’t give me a thrill down below with a burst of fresh wetness.

Ronan was a sexual animal, lording over my body like he owned it and he rained all his proficiency down over me. Soaking me. Consuming me.

On my knees I was anything he wanted me to be. I looked up through my lashes, punch-drunk on the orgasm still floating across my nerve endings. I leaned my cheek against his hand and moaned when he tightened my ponytail, angling my neck back again until my head rested on the wall.

Feeling naughty, I smiled and licked the side of his wrist in front of me.

Ronan hissed, his other hand drawing my attention when he started to roll it down the raging beast of a shaft.

Oh – my – god.

The thing pulsed and jerked and dripped down his fingers when he reached the bulbous tip. He was so rough on himself I was fascinated in watching his pleasure building.

“Open those pretty lips, Catherine, let’s see what you learned from sucking me off. I’m going to blow in a throat that’s never tasted come before.”

My eyes pinged open and then drifted closed on a swoon. I grabbed onto his thighs. I purred stroked the hairy legs up to his cut abs, turning myself on just from his overwhelming presence.

Taunting him a little into showing me he cared by dropping kisses to his stomach and saying. “I’m only going to do that for my man. My boyfriend. My regular lover…I’ll suck, but no blowing down my throat.” One little lick around that dripping tip and he grunted, fisted his hand tighter.

My mouth watered, and my jaw gave a token twinge questioning if I could even fit that thing in my lips again even as hunger crawled at my insides to fit him in no matter what.

Giving him pleasure waseverything.

His jaw locked making the muscle tick—not in anger, something equally as strong. Lust. It burned through his eyes as he let his neck fall forward looking down at me. I figured I had two choices; open up and pray to Jesus. Or smile and lean in and give the creature from the black lagoon a tiny prequel by licking the underside once his hand rolled down to the root.

“Mmm.” I moaned, licking my lips. He tasted salty and manly and I wanted to do it again. I squirmed churning my thighs together. An act he saw, his nostrils flaring.

“Right now I am your goddamn man, I don’t see you taking another dick,acushla.”without warning he was on my mouth, tonguing me ruthlessly, stealing my breath. Just like that it was over, and he was back to his towering height and waving his cock in my face again, coaxing the wet tip to my lips. I shamelessly sliced my tongue around the bell-shaped head. “Now open up or I’ll be spraying your face.”

That dirty thought shouldn’t have pulsed pleasure in my pussy.

I opened timidly, looking up from under my lashes and he fed his dick in, first by stroking it along my tongue, letting me get accustomed to the feel of him. He hummed and inched in another little bit.

I was right, my poor lips stretched to the max, but I was determined to do my best because again I started churning my legs together.

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