Page 34 of Irish King

For a moment, it appeared as if she might say something sassy right back at me. Instead, her expression softened as she gave in to my command and the unrelenting thrusting of my cock inside of her.

“Please. I want to come.” Her voice was soft but dripping with passion all the same.

“Do it. Come for me now.”

Her body tensed, her eyes wincing shut and her mouth forming a perfect “O” of ecstasy. Claire bucked hard into me, wrapping her slender legs around my waist as the orgasm rocked her body. I finally allowed myself the climax that I’d been holding back. My cock erupted into her as I drained myself, my seed shooting deeply. For a long moment, as we hit our peaks at the same time, our bodies were one. We rose together, we fell together.

When the last traces of the orgasm left me, I slowly withdrew my cock and sat back. Claire lay with one leg draped over the other, her hands on her face as if she’d just woken up from a deep dream. We sat like that for a time, both of us collecting our breaths as we attempted to recover from the incredible moments we’d just shared.

Claire finally sat up and glanced away as she pulled her dress and bra back up over her breasts. Next, she found her panties and quickly brought them up her legs. I couldn’t help but watch.

“You alright over there?” she asked, her eyebrows slightly raised.

“Just thinking about how strange it is that the sight of you putting on your clothes is almost as sexy as you taking them off. Almost.”

The corner of her mouth curled slightly, as if she were amused but only mildly.

“Cute.”

She didn’t say another word as she finished dressing herself, taking out her phone and using the front-facing camera to adjust her hair and make it look slightly less like she’d just been screwed in the back of a car. I put on my clothes too, slipping into my suit and slicking my hair back. We did this in silence, and with each passing moment I was more certain that there was something on her mind.

“Everything alright?”

She flashed me a strange look that suggested she found my question odd.

“I’m fine. You?”

I chuckled. “Never been better. Hell, I’m already hoping that we can do this again soon.”

Her expression flattened, and she turned her eyes from mine, her mouth forming into a hard, flat line.

“Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. This is a onetime thing.”

The cold pang of disappointment hit me right in the gut when she spoke the words. However, I wasn’t one to give up what I wanted without at least a little bit of a fight.

“Can I ask why?”

She opened her mouth for a moment but held back without saying a word. Claire then turned to the window and rolled it down a bit, enough for a cool draft of air to flow over her and into the car. After giving herself a dose of fresh air, she closed the window and began to scan the panel in front of her, finding the button for the intercom to the driver.

“Hi, excuse me? Do you mind stopping someplace nearby? I’d like to get out.”

The driver began to slowly pull over to the side of the road.

I wasn’t about to let her go that easily. I reached forward and pressed the speaker button.

“Sean? You’re not to stop unless I say so.”

Without a word Sean eased back onto the road and drove forward.

“You serious?” she asked, her eyes narrowed. “You’re not letting me out?”

“Just for a short time. I’d like to know why five minutes ago you were writhing underneath me and now you can’t seem to get away quickly enough.”

She said nothing at first, looking away and chewing on her lip in thought. I sensed that Claire had done something she wished she hadn’t, and now all she wanted was to take it back.

---