Page 47 of Lorcan

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips moving frantically over his face. “Just fuck me, Lorcan.”

His fingers dug deeper, I was almost sure he’d opened up my skin from the pressure, but I didn’t care. I’d wear that scar with pride.

I dug my nails into the leather of the chair as my orgasm hit me with such force that I stopped breathing for a few seconds. Lorcan slid out from under me, I was still clutching onto the chair for air when he easily lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his hips, his cock bouncing under my ass as he walked me over to the wall, shoving me against it before he positioned his cock into me and fucked me so hard. My breath escaped me in a wheeze as I felt the pressure of the wall behind me, this man had me between a rock and his hard place and it only turned me on more.

He thrust into me so fast that I could barely keep sight of him as he powered towards another orgasm. Shit, my body was shaking from the force, but I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted him to stop hammering his way into me. I gripped onto his shoulders to stop from slamming painfully into the wall, my nails digging into his skin.

He let out a groan, before he claimed my mouth in a kiss that completely stole my breath and all senses from my brain. My pussy exploded around him as I felt him grunt louder into my mouth. I moved my head back as my body spasmed with my release just as he pounded another load into me. He held me there, both of us breathless.

“I need a drink,” I uttered croakily. He didn’t say a word, he simply grabbed me off the wall and carried me, over his shoulder again, to the bar. He set me down on the bartop, shoving the papers from before onto the floor, and poured me a glass of Jameson. He let me drink it in one go before I put the glass down. Within mere moments, he had me laying on the bar before him. He had the bottle of Jameson in his hand, taking a swig from it before he poured it onto my belly. I gasped at the feeling of the liquid flowing over me, down the sides of me and down to my pussy before I saw his fingers dive into me below as he lapped at the liquid from my belly button.

Fuck me.

I was writhing on top of the bar as he devoured me, holding on for dear life as he slammed three fingers into me so fast and hard that I thought he may tear my pussy apart, but that little minx down below was loving it. She was purring for him as his tongue did wonders to the sensitive areas of my hips. He continued his fingering assault as he moved up to my face, pouring some Jameson into my mouth before his mouth was on mine. I was drinking him in, as he devoured my mouth as well.

My body jerked as the release hit me with such a sharp jab that I thought I was falling. Just as my pussy exploded, I screamed into his mouth, calling out his name as if he were my God.

And he was.

Forever.

Lorcan was my fucking God and I would pray to him anytime he needed me to, because fuck, if he could do this to me without so much as a word, I don’t know how I could ever quit him.

He was my new religion and this library was our temple.

As we rested against each other on the bar, both of us soaked in sweat, cum and Jameson, I heard someone start talking. We both shot up, to see Jye come in the room, before he realised what he was looking at, backing away and shielding his eyes.

“Shit, sorry Lor.”

Lorcan acted fast, grabbing a piece from behind the bar and shooting it at the door just as Jye closed it and left us panting. The way he protected me had my insides clenching all over again, my pussy pulsing. I don’t know how it would be possible to cum again, but I know that greedy bitch was ready for anything he handed out.

Lorcan

Jye was nowhere to be seen after he came waltzing in after Bridget and my little intense match in the library. I’d asked them all to come and assemble so we could bring the fight to Ronan, and to the Onyx members who wanted to take me out. Conor and Killian were in our dining room, which had been turned into a war room, plans and files scattered all over the tables, and weapons out the kazoo. I’d had no idea Conor had so many weapons stashed at the docks, but it sure had come in handy.

“We need to set every one of our businesses up with a plan,” Killian said. “They’ll come for us, but only if they think we aren’t prepared.”

“You’ve a good point there,” I said, startling both of them judging by the jump they both did. “Why don’t you stock the businesses up with guns and shit. I need to call the MC in to do a little recon. Where’s Jye?”

“He had to go and get his little girl,” Conor said. “Something happened with the sister and she can't look after her, so I told him to bring her here and we’ll get someone to look after her.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea?” I asked.

“If worse comes to worse, we can get Sav to take her to Italy. The girls will look after her.”

I nodded, knowing it was probably best for that to happen. I couldn’t allow Bridget to leave my side again, or I’d send her with them.

It was amazing how quickly your idea of safety changed when it came to someone else.

“Anyone have eyes on Ronan?”

“He and Amity popped up close by,” Killian answered. “But once we got to where they’d been spotted, there was no trace of them. They have to have someone watching them to tell them to hide.”

“A mole?”

“I doubt it,” Conor said. “We know our guys would never tell.”

“No, but we did invite a hell of a lot of people we barely know into our home. There could be double crossers in the ranks.”

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