Page 54 of My Irish Mafia King

Rubbing my hand all over her lips and her perfect virgin hole, I spread her wetness and soak my finger with it, then push into her entrance. Her moans grow more urgent as she grabs onto my head, sinking her fingernails in, gasping as she claws against me.

“Fu—Fuck, Killian.”

I pay special attention to her clit with my tongue as I slide deeper into her tightness. Her perfect wet slit clutches me tightly, like she never wants to let me go, like I’m Oisín and she’s Niamh and she’s telling me, with her sweet body, to stay with her forever.

Slipping my finger in deeper, I move it in small circles as I suck her clit, pressing my tongue firmly against her. She drags her fingernails across my head, clawing as if she can’t hold on, as if she’s going to take off with the force of the orgasm.

I can’t help it… she’s too damn sexy…

Letting go of her ass – but keeping the intense pressure on her clit and hole – I reach down and tear down my pants. My steel springs up and I immediately start stroking my aching length, spreading my precome up and down my hardness.

“Are you… touching… yourself?” she moans.

“Hmm,” I groan, my face firmly pressed against her perfection.

“Oh,fuck. Yes, yes, ye…”

She trails off into more guttural moans as I lick her clit eagerly, flickering my tongue fast, slipping and sliding my finger in and out of her slit. She shifts her hips as her orgasm gathers in her. I can read the signals of her body, her entrance growing tight and throbbing around my finger, her hips shifting up and down.

As her orgasm approaches, I slip another finger inside of her. She gasps and squeezes her thighs together, her thickness pressing against my face. There’s nowhere I’d rather be. I finger fuck her until she lets out a cry of pure release.

My hand moves even faster over my rod, selfishly taking more and more pleasure from this hot-as-fuck moment.

Once her gorgeous orgasm has passed, I stand, pulling my pants and my briefs down the rest of the way. She leans on her elbows, staring up at me with a shocked expression on her face, her honey-colored eyes wide and curious and excited.

Her voluptuous thighs are glimmering with her release, her luscious lumps slightly red from my kissing and touching. She looks at my manhood, biting her lip.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Don’t play games with me, beautiful,” I say. “I can see by that look in your eye, you’ve got an idea…”

She sits up, the movement causing her thickness to shiver for me. I love how her body sways with her movements, her curviness on display every single moment. My dick twitches, tension flooding in, almost pointing straight up because I’m so hard for her.

“Do you want me to?” she murmurs, reaching for my length.

“Are you seriously asking me if I want you to touch me?” I growl. “You’re the most beautiful and the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Lucy, you’re all I want. You’re the only one.”

She moans as she wraps her hand around my base, moving it up and down, spreading slickness over my needy steel. I growl, almost roaring like a beast. The motion of her hand slickly pumping up and down my shaft makes her body shudder.

I stare in awe, nearly losing it when she nervously leans forward and brings her mouth to my tip. She kisses me as she strokes, then opens her mouth and takes in my tip.

“Oh,fuck,” I growl. “Oh, my God. Lucy…”

I might be the mafia king, but she’s in control as she sucks my head, then moves even lower, stopping only when she can’t take any more. She sucks up and down, her head bobbing.

“Touch yourself,” I snarl. “I want to see you playing with your wet lips. I want you to make yourself ready for another orgasm.”

“Hmm…”

She keeps moving her mouth up and down on me, her hand busily working between her legs. I can feel the pleasure pulsing through her body in the movement of her mouth on me, her sucking growing more urgent.

I stumble back, shuddering all over.

“I need to feel you wrapped around me,” I snarl.

“What if you’re too big?” she asks.

“I’ll take it slow. Lie back, beautiful.”

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