Page 68 of Three Irish Kings
I laugh.
She lies back in bed, spreading her thighs. The little shorts she’s wearing don’t leave much to the imagination. She unbuttons them, looking down at me expectantly.
My dick twitches in my sweats.
I shed my shirt sometime during the night, so I’m only wearing my sweats. I know it scared her when I talked about fate earlier, but looking at her now...
What if thisismeant to be?
I put my hands on her knees, shoving her legs further apart, and she gasps, lying down flat on the bed.
My fingers trail up her thighs to the edge of the shorts before I slowly start to peel them off her.
I discard them on the floor, focused on her bare sex.
“Christ.” My voice is rougher than I’d intended. “Look at you,a ghrá,all spread out for me.”
“Just for you, Dare.”
I know that’s not true because I was right here as she was getting railed by my friends last night, but it makes my dick plump all the same.
What’s wrong with me? This isn’t just sex, not anymore. I don’t know if it ever was. It’s only been a few days, and I’m absolutely gone for her.
What does that say about me?
I groan, kissing along her inner thighs, tasting her scent on my tongue as I get closer and closer to the promised land.
Her skin trembles underneath my touch as I move my hands to her hips, positioning her better on the bed.
She groans at the manhandling, and I grin.
“You like being moved around like my little sex doll,a ghrá?”
“Aye, fuck, Dare, please?—”
“Please what?”
“Eat my pussy,” she breathes, and the vulgar tone makes me rock hard, all the blood leaving my head.
“Fuck.” It’s all I can manage before I dive in, lapping at her lower lips before finding her clit between my lips, sucking and moaning against her.
She tastes like the sweetest musk, almost fruity.
Whining out my name, she fists her hands in the bed sheets, and I latch around her clit, nearly vibrating my tongue against it, shifting to slide two fingers into her.
I angle them up, remembering how she’d loved it last night.
“Dare! Fuck, I’m gonna come already, don’t stop.”
Wouldn’t dream of it.
But I can’t really speak when I’m face down in her pussy, so I keep going, pumping my fingers faster as she starts to clench around me.
She makes an incoherent noise, and I grin against her, lifting my head, my dick throbbing in my sweats.
“Darren,” she breathes, and although I go by my nickname, I love the way Isla says my full Christian name.
Something about the whimpering tone to her voice gets to me and makes me groan low in the back of my throat.
