Page 54 of The Irish Redemption

I need him.

I need him now.

Cormac’s teeth snag on my lower lip, and he cradles the back of my head with one hand while I unzip his pants, fight with the fabric, and draw his thick cock out for me. The crown glistens with pre-cum and my pussy clenches eagerly. Knowing he’s already bursting for me and I’ve barely done anything is enough to send my mood sky high. I smile against his mouth and stroke his thick cock with one hand. Dampness soaks into my panties so when I next roll my hips down against his bare cock to tease him, Cormac’s head thumps back against the seat.

“Holy shit,” he gasps as I kiss his lower lip then nuzzle against his fuzzy chin. “You’re killin’ me.”

“In a good way?” I tease, lifting myself up until we’re face to face and pulling my panties to the side.

He cups my face with one hand and the other cradles my hip. “The best way.”

That’s what I want to hear as I line his cock up with my entrance and slowly let my body weight take me down. The first touch of his crown against my pussy makes us both whimper, then my mind runs blank as his impressive thickness slowly pries me open inch by glorious inch.

Both of Cormac’s hands move to my waist, but he doesn’t force me in any direction. He merely guides me while panting heavily. My lips part and my eyes roll back as he stretches me wider and wider, reaching deeper and deeper inside me. It’s not the first time I’ve felt his cock, but I almost forgot just how delicious it is to feel him reach every single inch inside me.

By the time I’m fully seated, it feels like his cock reaches right under my ribs, and I press one hand over my abdomen, panting. “Holy shit,” I gasp weakly. “I feel so full.”

“Your insides won’t be the same after,” Cormac says breathlessly, and I laugh then cup his face.

The moment we kiss, I start to move. Rising up onto my knees, the movement pulls a long, low moan from the depths of my soul as his length strokes my walls and caresses my G-spot, sending a flurry of pleasure shooting through me like sparks. They ignite along my skin and by the time I rock back down onto his cock, my skin is on fire. I need to feel him everywhere, need to feel his cock as deep as it can reach, and I need Cormac imprinted on my body.

He holds me as I begin a slow rhythm that gradually picks up as my body relaxes and eases around his cock. Each stroke and slide becomes easier until I’m openly panting and moaning, riding him for all I’m worth. My hands sink into his hair as he kisses my chest andthroat, lavishing me with attention while keeping his hands around my waist to support me. Pleasure consumes me, clouding my thoughts and my senses. All that matters is using Cormac to chase my orgasm. Faster and faster, I fuck myself down onto him, using him for my pleasure until Cormac drops one hand between us and teases my clit.

Pleasure jolts through me like a bullet and I cry out, tightening around his cock. I come with a scream of delight, pulling on his hair as I ride him rapidly to catch every delicious, sweet drop of that powerful orgasm. Cormac comes a moment later, grunting out his pleasure and sinking his teeth into the meat of my shoulder. We remain like that for a few moments, suspended in the onslaught of pleasure. Once it passes, I collapse into his arms, panting heavily, and Cormac presses one hand over my bandages.

“You’re okay?” he asks, his voice husky.

I nod against his chest, smiling, and wipe a few beads of sweat from my upper lip. “I’m amazing. Promise.”

It’s sweet that even post-orgasm, his thoughts immediately turn to making sure I’m okay, and I hold onto that for the rest of the flight after Cormac helps me clean up. I end up falling asleep curled up in my chair and wake in the late evening to a warm setting sun streaming through the windows and a blanket over my shoulders. I blink groggily and yawn, then sit up to see Cormac rising from his seat.

“We’re here,” he says and he offers me his hand.

“Where is here?” I ask, taking his hand and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Cormac guides me through the jet and then ushers me in front of him when we reach the door. I squint in the sunlight and walk out onto the first step, then pause.

Stretching out for miles around is more greenery than I’ve ever seen in my life. There are miles of forest surrounding countless fields of crops and animals, and in the distance sits a gigantic ranch house that glows amber in the setting sun.

I breathe in, and the sharp sting of cool, clean air bites at my lungs. An array of scents follows, and I can barely decipher them while trying to take in every beautiful sight before me.

“Where are we?” I ask when Cormac’s warm hand presses against my lower back.

“Home.”

21

CORMAC

There’s a beautiful sense of wonder written all over Evelyn’s face as she descends the jet and takes in the beauty of the Gifford Family Ranch. This Ranch has been in our family for generations, an offset from the farms back in Ireland, and it’s the one place in the world where I know it’s safe to be me.

Being back here after so long comes with a few unexpected weights. I need to see Ma, but I’m not ready to face her. The pain that I’m sure to see in her eyes will make it all the harder to keep a lid on my own.

So instead, I choose to focus on Evelyn. She holds my hand tightly as we walk from the airfield and she declines the offer to take a cart and drive to the Ranch house. Instead, she wants to walk in the crisp air and take in everything around her, so I stay by her side. We walk past fields of freshly planted crops, although I can’t tell her what they are as it’s been too long since I was part of the farming side of things. The next few fields have some cows and horses that make Evelyn’s eyes go so wide it’s a wonder they don’t pop out of her head, and she gets the giggles when a cow comes charging down the field to greet us at the fence.

Her shyness in reaching out to pet the animal’s muzzle is just as cute as her delight at finally reaching to scratch the cow’s nose. Today is a lot of firsts for her. By the time we reach the ranch house, the sun has turned the entire world a warm, burnt orange and Dale has already delivered our suitcases up to the rooms. My mother is nowhere in sight, though, so as much as I’d like to collapse into bed, I know I have to greet her.

Evelyn stays by my side, staring in awe all around her as we head to the nearest barn. This late in the evening, there’s only one place I can think Ma will be and her telltale sharp tones dart through the air as soon as I haul open the door.

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