Page 49 of Naughty Irish Liar

“Look at you, turned on from sucking my dick?”

Lord have mercy on my poor cheeks as I sucked all around him. When my gag reflex kicked in I had to give him back a few inches. Ronan took hold of the side of my face, stroked with his thumb. “That’s it, good girl. Breathe slowly, hollow your cheeks. Keep on licking me like your favorite lollipop. Does it taste as hard as I feel?”

“Mmhmm,” I hummed bobbing my head.

“Christ, girl. First dick you had and you’re a natural. Feels so good. You ready to take everything I’ve got, just suck it right out of me,acushla? I can’t hold off another second, say now if you want me to spill on your tits.”

I didn’t know what to expect. Porn made blowjobs look so messy.

Nodding again, he cupped both cheeks, holding me in place gently and what I saw on his face would have taken me down to my knees had I not been there already.

Reverence.

My cheeks hollowed out naturally and with every harsh grunt he emitted I took him as deep as I could as he rolled his hips. I was no expert, but what I lacked in skill I more than made up for in enthusiasm. I don’t think Ronan had any complaints, not from the way he shot off in my throat and groaned for a long minutes.

“Good fucking god.” He cursed, eyes a smoky blue, watching me climb to my feet unsteadily because I was now queen of the world for putting that look of bliss on his face.

My arms were limp noodles no good for anything other than hanging at the side of my body. The rest of me didn’t fare much better and I wondered how I’d get home, how I’d walk down the hallway to—swept up suddenly I was lofted into Ronan’s strong arms as he took me out of the bedroom and into the living room. Hanging on for dear life, I let my fingers find the nape of his neck, stroking the baby soft hair.

He took a seat in a big black recliner chair, me on his lap.

Settling me as easily as a bag of flour.

“W-what are you doing?”

“You just took my cock into your virgin throat. I’m holding you a minute,acushla.”

“Oh,” I smiled, snuggling in. It would be a shame to waste this…affectionate side to him. Though he wasn’t doing much else other than holding me, his fingers stole to the top of my thigh.

I nuzzled his stubble a little and heard his exasperated sigh as if he really was chewing off his own leg just having me so close. I grinned to myself and did it again.

“Are all the sexy Irish assholes this cuddly back home?” I had to ask, poking my tongue into the inside of my cheek.

“Don’t start me,” when his accent went thick like that all I wanted to do was start him, “or I’ll dump you onto the floor.”

I clung. And snuggled.

His thumb rolled over my skin.

And for ten minutes we stayed right there, not talking. Just being.

“Did I do okay? With the… you know.” I pointed dramatically at his lap. He didn’t need a road map to know I was talking about the oral. Heat burned my freckles off and I pushed my face into his shoulder. Too bad he wasn’t having any of that when he used my ponytail as a moving device again and pulled my face up to look at him.

So arrogant, and he hadn’t spoken a word yet.

His damn brow said it all. Sardonic monster.

“I just meant because I obviously have never done that before and I thought I might vomit at one point. That wouldn’t have been a good experience for either of us. And I tried really hard to make your knees tremble.”

“You did that and more. You eat cock like you were born to live on mine, don’t worry,acushla.” He kissed the side of my neck, giving me tingles. Then dirtily whispered against my ear. “You treated my cock like a king.”

Cue the swoons.

As bossy as he’d been… his care sneaked right after because when I woke in the night to get a drink, there was bottled water on the bedside table along with my glasses he’d carefully placed there earlier.

My heart warmed just like the Grinch’s did at Christmas, so after a sip I moved through the sheets and curled my feet around Ronan’s calves, scooting into his body until we were shaped as one being, I big-spooned a six feet plus man with my arms wrapped around his waist and I’d never felt so comfortable before as I burrowed in with my face against his spine.

He felt so good.This is my place, I thought. Right here.

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