Page 54 of Naughty Irish Liar

I trembled. The knowledge of everyone waiting for him wasn’t enough for me to stop his hands stroking the inside of my needy-thighs.

Pleasure, gooey as tar pulsed within my veins and I felt my fingers turn numb.

God help me I helped him widen my thighs as his long fingers skimmed underneath my thigh-length skirt.

The skirt I’d worn to torment him.

Seems, I’d hit the mark as I watched him grinding his back teeth and fire came from his blue eyes.

“Y-yes, I do.Please, Ronan.” I stammered watching as he reached into his jeans and pulled out the angry looking cock, already wet at the crown. Long and big and just near perfect. I couldn’t be blamed for staring. I’d seen cocks before his, I’d been a virgin, not a nun, and you can’t click on any internet page these days without stumbling over accidental dick.

“Good, keep thinking that when I tell you to climb up here and sit yourself down. You’re gonna use your good-girl pussy to stop this ache I have. You caused it, now fucking fix it.” He shot himself down into the seat behind him. The leather taking his full weight as he too spread his legs, that greedy hand rimming his own cock, squeezing until it turned a delicious shade of purple at the very tip.

I didn’t need a second when I flung myself off the desk and scrambled over him, all knees and want. I thought of nothing else but clawing my way to the top of Ronan like some kind of victory pole.

Between us, our harsh breaths whirred. I had half an ear on the door, scared someone would just walk in and see me straddled over the bosses lap with his free hand digging his blunt nails into my butt cheek. But the moment his voice snapped, and he used his other hand to drag my face around to look at him I was all about Ronan.

Nothing else existed.

“You look at me, Catherine, when you take my dick, you understand?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered lowering myself.

Shaking with so much want my mouth lost all its spit.

He didn’t help. Just let me situate myself, eyes burning into the side of my face.

I positioned my shaking hands on his swimmer-wide shoulders for leverage, snapping my hips back and grinding forward, rubbing him against my panties that clung to my pussy. I was unashamedly wet.

He had a condom out and slid on in seconds.

Ronan dropped his head into the crook of my neck, inhaled his hot breath hard enough I shuddered, and he gathered the hem of my skirt in one hand and dragged it up until it bunched around my waist, so he could palm between my legs. With a shot of apprehension I looked over to the door again, worried it would open any second. The laughter of the ten staff members I knew were here climbed along the hallway, making me nervous.

A hand turned my face. Blazing eyes soaked in lust pinned me.

“Ignore them.” Boneless I settled my hips down, rubbed him until he reached down and yanked the cotton to the side. “Good girl. Open your thighs a little wider. Work the tip…fuuuck, just like that. I showed you how to take it, didn’t I? The virgin pussy needs it.” I sank down engulfing only his wide tip, feeling incredibly full already as I tweaked my hips in a slow circle, stealing his breath. “You catch on quick how to ride an asshole. Not a novice…not any longer. Still feel like one, though, don’t you? So fucking tight, I didn’t break you in at all, did I?JesusChrist, so tight,acushla, move your ass, now!”

No one had ever talked dirty to me that way before. I loved it and the way he fitted his hands to my hips as if we were two pieces put together for the sole object of giving each other pleasure.

He angled his cock in such a way that it dragged against my clit sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He was right, I was still a novice, so damn eager to try it all that I didn’t know what to do first, what my body craved most. I made a frustrated sound and his hands digging into my hipbones settled me, focused me on his face so stern gazing at me from under his gorgeous lashes.

How was I meant to not scream when it felt so good just rubbing on him? It was impossible, I felt the sound start somewhere in the middle of my stomach and rush up into my throat.

Not even a second later his big palm covered my mouth.

“You’ll hold that scream in until you’re riding me,acushla. And then you’ll scream it into the back of my throat when I swallow your tongue.”

“God.” I sank down and took the full thick, hard length. The pain stretching me into sighed pleasure when I couldn’t take another inch. “Yes. I understand. God, you feel good.” I whispered rolling my forehead against his. Already I felt the high section of my inner thighs beginning to tremble. He must have too because he grasped my outer legs steadying me.

Then I began to ride him.

I was an uncoordinated colt on ice.

Bounce and roll. Bounce and roll.

Ronan did nothing to help me even as I groaned frustrated for wanting his hands all over me. He watched me from under those devastating lids all hooded and sexy.

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