Page 53 of My Irish Mafia King

I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves to the bed and then gently lays me down.

“I’m impressed,” I say. “You did all that without stopping the kiss.”

When he smirks, I feel the shape of it against my lips. “You’re pretty damn motivating,a stór.”

“I love when you call me that,” I whisper.

“It’s fitting… you’re my treasure, the most precious thing in my life. You’ve been my treasure since the moment I walked into the bakery and saw that little ring glimmering around your neck.”

“You’ve been my savior for a lot longer than that…”

I sink my fingers into his muscled arms as we kiss again. Our mouths open as our tongues eagerly find each other, caressing heatedly. I never thought I’d experience pleasure like this, so much desire bubbling up in me.

He grabs my T-shirt – well,hisshirt, technically – and pulls it over my head. I raise my arms, burying the nerves. This is what I want. To be with my man, give myself to him, to live in the here and now and let the future take care of itself.

He leans back, staring down at my body. I’m only wearing my underwear, no bra. He stares intently at my breasts, his jaw tight.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says huskily.

He falls upon my breasts like he’s been starving for me, sucking my left nipple and making it tingle as he slides his hand up my leg. The closer he gets to my core, the less intense the nerves become. He slides higher and higher until the physical pleasure is enough to push all the doubt deep down.

He pushes his hand against my lips, his palm aching against my pleasure point, making groaning noises as he greedily sucks one nipple and massages my other breast with his free hand. I moan, slipping my hands through his hair, then grabbing his shirt and tugging on it.

He lifts his arms as I pull his shirt over his head, revealing his muscled torso, every inch of him solid like rock, brimming with desire.

“I need to taste you,” he snarls, kissing my lips, then my neck, then down over my breasts.

Each kiss leaves a shivering imprint on my body, a petal of desire that spreads out and tickles every part of me. I used to think about what it would feel like to be with him, but nothing can compare to real life… it’s his desire, his hunger, his desperation to touch and kiss and be with me.

I’ve never felt so wanted. I didn’t know it was possible.

He kisses over my belly. This time, there are no interruptions when he grabs my underwear and pulls it down. He sinks his hands into my thighs. I lean up on my elbows, looking down at him as he looks heatedly at my naked sex.

“Fuck.”He shudders all over, then looks up at me. “You need to be sure,a stór, my perfect virgin. I need to know that this is what you want. I need to know you’re ready.”

He sounds unhinged, his voice shaking, deep and hungry. Glowing waves of desire engulf my entire body. He’s looking at me as though I’m the gold at the end of a rainbow, like I’m his prize… his treasure.

“I’m nervous,” I whisper. “But I need you. Don’t stop. I’m sure?—”

I gasp when he presses his mouth against my sex. He opens his mouth wide and slides his tongue up and down my folds, then pushes it against my point as he circles my entrance with his finger.

I stare down at his hulking shoulders, his head bobbing up and down as he caresses my core with his tongue. He slips one hand around to my ass, holding me possessively as he rubs me with his other hand.

His tongue feels burning hot against my clit. When he flickers his tongue, my gasping breaths become moans of near release. I can’t believe how quickly the pleasure gathers in me, rushing through my body, like I’m going to melt into a soul-searing orgasm any second.

“Don’t play… any games… this time,” I somehow say.

Twenty-Two

KILLIAN

When she tells me not to play any games – hinting at when I withheld her orgasm – I think I’m going to explode in my pants for a second. My balls have never been this full, my cock pulsing with seed, my head soaked with precome.

The flavor of her pussy is absolutely delicious. Her hole kisses my fingertip with wetness as I gently push against her. Her folds are open for me, as if she’s waiting for my rock-hard dick. When I lick her clit, tasting her tanginess, her body vibrates like she’s going to let it all go at any moment.

I indulgently sink my hand into her round ass, massaging her thickness, her curviness, which I wouldn’t change for the world.

I want to look up and watch her tremble with desire, but that would mean taking my mouth away from her sex. There’s no damn way I’m doing that. I’m addicted to her taste, even her scent as it whirls around me. Her juices release the more I lick and touch.

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