Page 55 of Naughty Irish Liar

If not for the grasping grunts from the back of his throat he emitted every few seconds I could believe he was apathetic to what was going on.

It was those noises I held on to as I rode and fucked us both.

The evidence of our irreversible connection thrilled through the center of my sex, stretching and reminding me of just days ago being taken harder and more powerfully than even my fertile imagination could conjure up.

When I groaned, he pressed his mouth to mine, I opened, and our tongues met. When I settled into a rhythm, Ronan pushed up my shirt, pulled down my bra cups, attached his mouth to my bare nipple and sucked in time to my hip swerves.

My god, it felt incredible. This was too much. It wasn’t enough. Iachedall over.

Already I felt the climax rushing through me, forcing me into faster and harder slams.

His breath labored and as I clung to the side of his neck, my body angled toward his, bucking me wilder, his hard sucks spiralled south, pooling heat in that place we were joined.

His pelvis rose up, impaling me impossibly deeper in a shocking shove.

I gasped, and his mouth let go of my nipple, his eyes penetrating me that I lost the will to breath.

“Ronan…oh, my god,please.”

I don’t know what I begged for, only that I needed it,desperately.

My teeth began to chatter, courtesy of the desire flooding my entire nervous system. I couldn’t take it. I didn’t know what I was doing, only it was impossible to stop. He was filling me so thick that I wondered how I lived my adult life without this feeling of paradise.

Outside the door it wasn’t hard to catch the noise of the bar, the sounds of the juke box, laughter and his staff winding down at the end of the night like they always did. Only usually I was part of that crowd.

The moment I came, he crushed my mouth hard with his, doing as he promised by swallowing my scream down into the sweet cavern of his good tasting throat, his hand caught in the back of my hair, yanking me forward, holding me in place while he destroyed my mouth and took every hard shudder.

“Please.Please.” I begged, slumped against his shoulder. The mind-blowing journey did nothing to make me feel normal again. I felt like a starving wild animal who didn’t know how to hunt.

“Little beggar asking an asshole for more even though you just soaked my goddamn cock,acushla? You’re shaking so hard taking me I can feel it in the base of my stomach.” His growl stroked me like soft hands. I whimpered and tried to take his mouth, but he turned to the side, leaving me frustrated and hot in the cheeks.

Within seconds he’d lifted my legs over the arms of the big leather chair, spreading me shamelessly to his gaze. The move meant I had to lean back and brace my hands on the desk. I was suspended almost in mid-air with my legs taking my weight and my back bowed in the middle as Ronan took a hard grip of my hips.

Then he began to drill me slowly.

A nasty, yet leisurely thrust entering my body, the wet sounds seemed to echo around his office and drowned out the sounds of people just outside the door.

“This what your too-tight pussy needed, beggar? Another fucking from a big cock?”

“Yes,” I cried, letting my head fall back on my neck, the pleasure growing as hard as the first turn. But the way he sounded, dark and distant I cranked my head up to look at him and amended, so he was fully aware where I was at, “your cock, Ronan, only yours.”

It seemed to snap him out of a daze because he cursed loud and dug his hands into my hips again, hard enough to bruise. “Fuck, Catherine.” His thrust came harder, irregular and sharp. “Keep still,acushla, let me set the pace, before I spray this whole fucking room with my raging come.Keep still,”he hissed.

Whimpering quietly, I tried so hard to do as he said even when it felt too good to stay inside my skin.

His eyes were on the place between my legs, watching as he entered me. He ran a finger along my slit to where we joined, rimming himself for a second, he grunted and pushed that same finger onto my clit, sending me hurtling into the ceiling. The pleasure was so intense I tasted colors.

Ronan elevated my butt, I was so exposed to him he could see what I’d eaten for dinner last Thursday. But I didn’t care, all I wanted was his greedy eyes watching us fuck and his pleasure giving body plowing hard into my own.

It’s funny how all those oh-so-important things that mattered to a girl of my age—silly, frivolous, selfish, materialistic things, became white noise and disappeared into the background to make way for this.

Only this mattered now.

I was a bundle of sensation being taken hard by the lying asshole of my dreams.

“You lied,” I huffed, bracing only on one hand so I could move my fingers to join his, stroking us where we moved together. He was wet and hard sliding into me, so velvety soft I thought I’d die from the intense pleasure as I groaned when I slicked my fingers around his length. “You lied, Ronan. I got to you in the same way you got to me. You’ve always wanted this as much as I do. Maybe even more.”

Oh, those vicious eyes flew up and pinned me like a hand around my throat.

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