Page 50 of The Irish Arrangement

“Think you want more, Wife?” he growled, sliding his fingers out of my cunt. He didn’t go far, dragging his slippery fingers up to my other hole.

I tensed at the idea of his taking me there, but he slapped my ass and broke me out of thinking, of worrying and dreading.

His fingers breached me, stretching slowly but firmly as he opened me up.

And it felt… good.

Tight. Taboo. Forbidden, but so fucking good.

I groaned, feeling the slickness from my pussy. “You do,” he taunted. “You want more.” He slid his arm under me, banding it over my stomach as he pushed his finger up my ass.

Pulled upright, his arm locked over my stomach, his back braced behind me, his digit playing with my hole, he repositioned me until I was on my knees.

My arms stung with the binding. Blood drained down as my hands remained over my head, but I leaned back against him, pushed so close to an orgasm as he shoved his cock into my pussy.

His fat dick slid in. One deep, long, steady thrust into me. It felt tighter, harder, and I knew it was because of his finger still in my ass.

“More?” he growled again, leaning closer to kiss my neck. As soon as he added another finger and pumped into my pussy at the same time, he sucked on my flesh.

I cried out, lost to the overwhelming dual sensations of being so full.

Seesawing his fingers and dick, then pumping into me in sync, he fucked me hard in both holes.

Fast. Gritty, and without mercy.

“Good girl,” he praised, breathing hard as he rocked into me. “You’re a good girl. Take it all.”

I sobbed, so desperate to break apart on him and drown in that release, so close but so far.

“Take my dick,” he ordered, thrusting faster and driving me upward.

“Squeeze my fingers.” He pushed them in further, holding them in place.

“Fuck.” He grunted as my orgasm hit me. “Just like that.”

I leaned against him, snapping as my orgasm hurtled through me and tossed me into euphoria. My nerves sang with pleasure. My nipples ached with the pinprick sensation of coming at last. All through my body, I surrendered to the doubly stuffed openings that he’d mastered and played so perfectly to force me to come.

Floating on bliss, trembling as waves of my orgasm swept through me, I felt him pound into me once more and growl deeper. His muscles locked and tensed around and behind me as he held me against him. And like every other time, he shot his cum deep inside me.

For several long moments, he held me, giving us both a chance to come down from the high. I went lax against him, uncaring whether I passed out upright, but he took care of that position. He slipped out of me, and I wasn’t disappointed. He used his free hand to shove his cum back up into me before he climbed off the bed. A quick maneuver of his fingers released the binding on my wrists, and I slumped down to the bed.

Spent. Exhausted. And so blissfully free.

By the time he cleaned up and returned to me, I was half asleep. When the bed dipped, I dreamily wondered whether he was collecting his clothes or settling in to stay.

He did. He remained with me, spooning me. Holding me close, he slept in my bed with me all night long.

As I drifted in and out of sleep, I struggled to understand why.

19

DECLAN

Iwoke up to Cara’s warm body pressed flush against mine, every soft and naked inch of her against me under the covers.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and checked my phone, finding messages from Ian and a couple of other men. They suggested that I was needed to deal with business, but I couldn’t give a shit. For the first time, I felt like indulging in staying right here and keeping close to my wife.

I couldn’t give a damn about going to the city. Now that I was here, I planned to stay for at least a few days.

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