Page 64 of Naughty Irish Liar

“Open for me,acushla. Give me that taste that’s all mine, isn’t it?”

Catherine always kissed me with a single-minded determination to turn me on and ruin me. Now was no exception when her tongue sliced over mine.

We fought until I stole every bit of her breath and broke away panting into her mouth, my hands skimmed down her soft body.

We communicated so damn well like this, it was all I could think about. Making her look at me again with adoration instead of mistrust and wariness.

“It’sneverfake between us, Catherine.” I said between clenched teeth. I skimmed my hand under her skirt and when she didn’t protest I slipped her miniscule pair of cotton panties down her legs. Fuck, I already felt the stickiness of her arousal on them. “This is never fake,” I touched between where she was slippery, and her clit was hard under my fingers.

She moaned and bowed her back, pushing her pussy into my hand, but her eyes were pure fire shooting bullets at me. “Let me show you how not fake we are. Get those clothes off unless you want to be covered in my come,acushla.”

I let her see my desperation, putting it on show by almost tearing my jeans to get inside at my throbbing cock. I sprang free and fisted tightly around the rod that only wanted inside her. “Acushla…please.” Up and down I roughly stroked myself, already dribbling at the tip, I wouldn’t last long not with her greedy little eyes wide and watching me.

Making a strangled noise, in between lust and hate I think, she moved like the wind popping her ass in the air as she slid off her skirt leaving her bottom half delicious bare. Fucks sake, she was determined to have me going off like a fire cracker. I dropped my cock and rested hands on the bed again to take her mouth, worshipping her with fevered licks, tortured licks, moaned licks that reached into my gut. She purred and offered her arms up, so I could whip the shirt off her.

“This is going to be fast, Catherine. I have so much to make up for. Letting you think I don’t care? I can’t have that.” I grated out against her lips, tasting her breath, her quivering mouth.

“Yes, yes,” she quietly sobbed, her hands less than steady grabbing at me. Balancing her right on the edge of the pink bed spread I wrapped her legs tightly around me, folding myself down on top of her, my cock brushing all her softness. I slipped through her slit and the pleasure of it boiled grunts out of me.

“I will eradicate every second you’ve doubted me, Catherine, but first I need to make my woman feel good. I can’t take seeing tears on your lashes.I can’t take it.” One roll of my hips and I was inside her most private walls and our groans mingled. Waiting for her all this time meant my lies did a number on her and I’ll pay for it for the rest of my life.

Pressing her lips together, I watched her try not to make a sound as I moved in and out of her, slowly… almost tenderly. I wanted her words, I wanted her sobbing into my mouth and raking her nails down my forearms in the impatient way she does. It’s as if she’s holding everything back from me and I can’t stand it.

I pressed starved kisses all over her face. “I fell in love when you were sixteen,acushla. I couldn’t have you. I waited so fucking long for you to come back to me.”

There was so much raw vulnerability looking back at me it nearly stopped my heart. I rolled my hands up the back of her thighs, heard how she groaned from low in her throat, eyes squeezed shut I leaned down in between pushes of my hips and kissed her belly button, trailing my lips up between the gorgeous valley of her tits and captured her mouth. “I should have been telling you all along how much I loved you. Wanted you.Needed you.” I groaned. Surrounded in wet heat I could feel my climax approaching, but this was for her, always for her. I went as deep as she could take and hit her sweet spot making her buckle, and her orgasm shook against my mouth. I swallowed it all, holding her thighs open as wide as I could hold them while I went ballistic thrusting into her to drag more pleasure out of her.

“Ronan.Ronan.” She cried into my lips before I laid them all over her face, frantically trying to ink myself into her skin so she’d know. She’dknowhow I felt.

I was a consummate liar with my whole heart wide open for her to crush if she wanted to.

I couldn’t stop slamming into her like a mad man. Long after she’d come a second time, whimpering into my mouth while I whispered starved words, my body let go and right at the last second I agonizingly pulled free and spilled in hot ribbons over her taut belly and perfect pussy before I collapsed on her, crushing my pleasure between us so I could have her mouth again.

“Catherine.Acushla.” The way she sucked my tongue told me she was far from being done and I couldn’t help the swell of pride for my hungry ginger brat. When our immediate fever cooled I cupped each side of her head, lifting the majority of my weight from her so I didn’t crush her smaller body. “I promise to give you more when I can take you home and let you be as loud as I know you like to be when I give it to you.”

It killed me to separate from her, but I hauled myself up, refastened my jeans and I used her ruined panties to clean me from her body. She was a goddamn picture sprawled on her bed. A pure work of art was my Catherine.

Before she could do something stupid like spit fire at me now the orgasms were over or bolt from the room I plucked her up in my arms and strode the few feet to the love seat where I dropped us both down and her on my lap.

She struggled a little but my hands on her outer thighs meant she was going nowhere. Her bare ass over my still throbbing cock had me a little unfocused but she needed more from me than my dick driving into her.

There would be time enough later for that, I hoped. As much as she could take.

I cupped the side of her face, so close I could count the dusting of freckles over her nose. I had to kiss them just for a second.

She beat me to the punch. “Talk, MacNamara.”

Fuck. I loved her spunk. Always had. And ever since she’d walked back into my life,finally, she’d plugged me back into the current and I was living again.

“I’m desperate to love you,acushla. Pulse of my heart. That’s what it means. You’re the literal pulse that keeps me living, Catherine. And I’ve waited so fucking long until you were ready to have a man like me. I thought I might go stir crazy waiting.”

“Ronan,” she sobbed with her fist to her lips. Eyes sparkled wetly. I saw hope and love in the depths of green. It settled me into taking my first breath as I kissed her forehead. She was mine. “Are you for real? Do you mean it? Or is this another lie?”

“I swear I’ve never lied about what I feel for you.”

“I don’t understand. What were you and dad talking about then?”

“You need to hear it from the beginning.” I started with a kiss on her nose, then her cheeks. I couldn’t not touch her. It felt like the horse had bolted from the stable and the doors were flung wide open. My emotions were raw from those minutes I thought I might lose her.

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