Page 62 of The Irish Redemption

“Any you can leave in while we ride back?”

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EVELYN

It was a flirty, sexy suggestion at the time. Let Cormac slide the other toy, a purple vibrator, inside me and leave it there for the ride back to the ranch. In my mind, nothing could go wrong. Being held in his arms, feeling his muscles at my back while being stuffed and teased after two mind-blowing orgasms, and then we could fall into bed together, and all that build-up would make for some incredible sex.

It was a good plan.

Until we made it back to the ranch and others had a different idea. By the time I slid from the horse, I was sweating and horny after being on the edge of another orgasm for so long. The vibrations weren’t enough to get me over the edge and I was trying to hold off so that Cormac could make me come again, but two steps toward the ranch house and his mother appeared with requests for us to wash down the horses, feed the ones in the stables, and then go and feed the chickens. Cormac had the most devious smile on his face when he agreed, and none of my desperate looks were enough to sway him.

Two hours.

It took two hours to wash down the horses, feed them, set up hay for the night, make sure they had clean water, clean the tack, and then head over to clean out the coop and feed the chicken. Having a toy buzzing away inside me, teasing all the right nerves with each step, was torture, and I was very nearly at my wit’s end by the time we wrapped up and finally headed back toward the house.

Until Cian strolled out with a fishing rod in hand and a desire for Cormac to join him in catching tonight’s dinner. If he’d agreed, I might have exploded on the spot. Cormac stopped and talked to him for a while but eventually declined the invitation and led me inside. Each step toward our bedroom was torture. I barely had the strength to keep the toy inside me anymore, but somehow, we made it and the moment we did, Cormac began laughing.

“Oh, shit,” He chuckles, running one hand through his hair. “I thought you were going to pass out in the barn.”

“Oh, my God,” I chant, pulling my clothes off my too-hot body. “I can’t breathe. I feel like I’m on fire everywhere!”

Cormac continues to chuckle, watching me with dark eyes. “Still turned on?”

I moan softly when I lean over to drop my pants and kick them away from my sweaty legs. “You have no idea!” Just as I reach for my panties, eager to remove the toy, Cormac suddenly catches my wrist and prevents me.

“I don’t think I’m over this yet.”

“Huh?” I whine desperately. Heat blooms across my shoulders and the fire inside my core flares hotter. “Please. You’ve no idea what this is like! I’ve had this inside me for hours now and I’m pretty sure one touch and I’ll explode.”

“I like seeing you desperate,” Cormac replies. “You get this antsy look in your eye like you’re about to do something reckless, and I like that.”

I arch a brow and try to pull my hand away, but he keeps me in place. It sends a thrill through me, and my pussy clenches around the buzzing toy. “Please,” I gasp. “I can’t stand it much longer.”

“Maybe,” Cormac says, spinning me in place and grasping my other wrist. He pins them together at the small of my back with just one of his hands. His other seeks out the remote in his pants and with a click of a button, the toy inside me suddenly ramps up in speed and force.

“Oh, fuck!” My legs give out, and just as I sink to the ground, Cormac drops the remote and slides his hand between my legs to keep me upright and the toy buried deep inside me.

“Beg me,” Cormac whispers in my ear. There’s such power in his voice despite his speaking so low, and a curl of desire throbs through my chest.

“Please let me come,” I whimper as tears of overstimulation flood my eyes. “Please, please, please. It’s been so long and I can’t… I can’t. I feel like I need to rub against everything like some kind of cat or something, please!” As I beg, my hips roll against his hand and there’s a delicious moment when my clit rubs against the heel of his palm. That stronger, more focused burst of pleasure is nearly enough to send me over the edge but Cormac catches on to what I’m doing and immediately withdraws his hand.

In one sweeping move, he tosses me onto the bed and then he’s over me, pinning my wrists to the bed and locking his thighs in against my knees so my legs are spread but have nothing to grind against.

“Look at you,” he grows softly. “Your body’s all flushed, your panties are soaked, your nipples are so fucking hard…” He leans down, catching my left breast in his mouth. I arch into the heat of his tongue, whimpering as he sucks hard and pleasure pulls across my core, but once again, he backs away just in time.

“Please, I’ve been good,” I gasp. “I really want to come, please. Please just let me, just one more time, please!”

“You’re so close to saying the right thing,” Cormac murmurs, tightening his grip on my wrists. “So close. Try again, sweetheart.”

Something about that soft pet name makes my heart ache in a different way, and if I wasn’t so strung out, I’d try to focus on why. Instead, all I can think about is Cormac. His deep voice and how it vibrates through me, the strength he has to pin me down with such care, the thickness of his thighs keeping me spread and the darkness of his gaze as he looks me over.

“Please,” I beg, racking my brain for what I need to say that I missed. “Please let me come. I did everything you asked, and I helped with everything, and I’m so turned on. Please, you’ve been so good to me. Just one last time, please, please, Cormac. I’ll suck your dick dry, I’ll let you fuck me as hard as you want, and I?—”

Cormac smiles, and suddenly, it clicks what I’m saying wrong.

“Please!” I gasp louder. “Fuck me! I want to come on your cock, not some plastic toy. Please fuck me like you own me. Make me see stars, please, Cormac. Please, I’ll give you everything, just please fuck me with that massive?—”

I can’t speak anymore. He removes the toy and thrusts inside me with such efficiency that it’s a blur, and I forget everything—how to speak, how to breathe, how to move. All that matters is the delicious, satisfying stretch of Cormac’s hot cock sliding so deep inside me that I’m certain he’s about to pry me apart.

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