Page 71 of Naughty Irish Liar

It filled me until I didn’t know what to do with myself all week long, just waiting for her to tell me.

“I love you. And I love our kid already, but you’re going to have to teach him how not to be an asshole, ‘cause he’s my kid,acushla, so it’s kind of a given he’ll work our last nerve for all the trouble he’ll go looking for. God help when he’s a teen.”Turns out my son was an absolute wild little shit…but that was a story for another time.

She laughed on a moan when I rushed her towards her climax.

“Baby. Baby. Ronan.” She chanted into my lips and grabbed control of my tongue like she did every other part of me, especially the organ crashing against my ribcage. Sensation exploded through my brain like an atom bomb when she went from gentle mewling woman to shuddering orgasming woman in seconds.

Longing moved like smoke through me, bringing her down from her high.

“Sexy little wife,” I told her with an extra stroke of my tongue against hers and when I licked my fingers clean her pupils were as wide as could be watching me.

“What did I do to earn that?” Voice warm, she melted against my chest, still wriggling her ass on top of my raging dick.

“You exist,” that simple. That true.

I’d never not want her. The evidence of that was big and swollen and her ass was currently tormenting it until I clamped my hands on her hips to stall her movement.

“You realize how much of a bastard I’m going to be now, don’t you?” Grinning and biting on her lip she gave me a nod.

She knew how possessive and protective I was at any given time. But now add to the equation my baby living inside her? I was about to become a fucking beast willing to mow anyone down who would dare get in Catherine’s path.

Holy shit, I was going to be unbearable.

I lay my head on her shoulder, heaving starved air. I could already feel the change coming over me in waves by wanting to carry her upstairs and never let her leave the apartment again.

“My adorable Irish liar, it’s all going to be okay. I’ll let you do anything you need to feel better.”

“Don’t forget you said that,acushla, when I’mbotheringyou.” I trailed kisses along the slim column of her neck, counting the beats of her heart with my lips.

How did an asshole like me get so lucky? I still questioned it and couldn’t come up with an answer.

“You should bother me a lot,” she laughed softly, twining her fingers into my hair hard enough the effects were felt behind my zipper and if I didn’t get us out of here right now, I’d be forced to carry her inside and show her just how happy she’d made me.

She knew all versions of me. The hard side, the soft—especially the soft and she loved every part of me. Lucky fucker that I am. She also tortured me religiously with how much I wanted her.

She wriggled and looped her arms around my neck, blew air into my ear. It was enough to rev the engine in my pants.

“Are you going to fuck me with this monster digging into my butt?”

“Goddammit, Catherine.”

She had the audacity to laugh in my face.

“You won’t even let me do the right thing? With my baby in your belly. I’m trying to begood, Catherine.”

Fingers twined in my hair she led her mouth to mine and the kiss she gave blistered my whole body until I let her yank at the zipper to my jeans, fuck knows if she broke it, because once she got her hand on my cock it was lights out for me.

“You couldn’t be good if your life depended on it.I need you. I need you, Ronan. So much.”

My trigger words.

I never knew how much I wanted to be needed until a freckled faced girl glided into my life and it was all I could think about.Meeting her needs.

It was a cramped space but thank god she was tiny and still able to straddle my lap. A rush of love suffocated me.

“You are my eternal fucking torture, my carrot girl.”

“And you are my life … our life, daddy.”

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