Page 56 of Naughty Irish Liar

His pumps grew harder, punishing me with a crack of his jaw. I dripped my bliss on his cock and hoped to god it wasn’t falling to the floor too.

“You want me,” I goaded.

His thrusts grew more biting and insistent, his flesh entering mine with hard slaps.

With my panties still dragged to the side obscenely and his cock going in and in and in he growled and yanked me forward, crashing me into his chest once more, this time there was no denying he was in charge of the riding from below.

He thrust so deep I felt him in my chest cavity and cried into his mouth, drilling fingers into the back of his hair, and he fucked me until completion took us over.

I swallowed his groans just as he did mine, feeling how hard he let go inside me.

He was a walking, breathing orgasm giver and though I was spent like never before, sure if he even touched the tip of his finger to my wrist I’d go off again like a rocket.

“You want me,” I whispered into his neck, just to hear myself say those words again.

“I wanted your fuck,” he said, and I ignored the pinch in my chest, his voice hard as he tried to move me. I held heavily, clinging to him. “Lift off, Catherine.”

“No, I need to cuddle.”

He stalled. “What?”

“This is the part of sex where people cuddle. I need to cuddle.”

His sigh gusted the side of my face, “Catherine…” he didn’t move me.

“What happened toacushla? Now I’m Catherine again?”

“You don’t even know what it means and now you want me to call you it?”

I grinned against his cheek, rubbing mine all over his stubble with a purr and a pop of my hips. “Yes. Put your arms around me, Ronan.” When he didn’t I lifted my head to find deep-set blue eyes on me. “That was fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yes,” I grinned. “Didn’t you have fun? It felt like you did.”

He scoffed, and it reminded me of a cartoon I’d once watched of a stuffy tiger who didn’t know how to play with the other animals. I ran a fingertip across his eyebrows, loving the natural arch in the middle. He grabbed my hand but didn’t let me go.

Ronan MacNamara needed me more than he realized.

“That wasn’t fun. If sex is fun then you’re doing it wrong. It’s burning flesh and overwhelming breaths and if you’re lucky it steals the very fucking soul out of your body one vein at a time. Fun is for carnivals, not the joining of two bodies.”

Ohh.

I blinked. And swallowed. Did he mean that’s how he felt …with me?

“Is—is it like that all the time for you?”

His brows dropped. “No. Never.”

My insides quivered, I was sure he could feel it because he hissed.

“Did you feel that way just now?”

Sighing, Ronan put his head back and closed his eyes. “No more begging for compliments,acushla.” I was back to acushla. I grinned biting the inside of my cheek. “Now lift off my dick unless you want me to spill every drop out of the condom, so you can have little Irish assholes nipping at your ankles.”

I blushed as red as my hair and climbed off his lap, ignoring the spasm between my thighs at the thought of having ten of Ronan’s babies.

I went to gather my things, assuming we would be leaving. I’d sneak out the back, no way was I facing everyone. Not a chance.

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