Page 64 of My Irish Mafia King

"How long do we have?" she murmurs.

"They'll wait for the king," I growl.

"I'm still achy from last night," she whispers, a note of guilt in her voice.

"Then I'll take what I can from my perfect woman," I snarl. "Now—do what you're told."

"I love when you get like this."

"Like what?"

"Bossy. I like the romance, too, but this is..."

She gasps and moans when I dart my hand forward and tear away her towel. Precome leaks out of me as I gently push her onto the bed, her breasts swaying for me.

I take her hands and use the ties to bind her gently to the bedposts, just her wrists, then I hungrily fall upon her breasts and suck like the greedy animal I am. I kiss down her belly, toward her sex.

"You come when I say you come," I growl. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Don Killian," she murmurs.

"Oh, fuck."

"You like that?"

"When you say it..."

"Just remember, I'm super achy. Tomorrow, though..."

"Tomorrow I'm going to make your curvy body shake for me. But now, I just need to taste you. I'm already getting addicted to your taste..."

I kiss her clit, then lick, enthralled by her unhinged moans, by the way she shivers. Her body trembles, and she makes those telltale noises of an orgasm building in her beautiful thick body.

Sinking my hands into her thighs, I lean back. "Not yet, Lucy."

"Oh, fuck, Killian."

I gently stroke my thumb against her clit, watching her tremble for me. She leans up, staring down with wide, gorgeous eyes.

"Every part of you was made for me," I groan. "Your breasts, the way they shake..."

"Ah, ah," she whispers, gasping. "Oh, oh..."

"Not yet," I snarl, slowing down the motion of my thumb.

"You're making me crazy."

I smirk. "That's the point."

Slowing down even more, I look at her gorgeous face, even more beautiful because she's fresh from the shower and not wearing makeup. A flush moves over her cheeks. When I take my hand away from her needy sex, she moans, shifting her hips.

I wait a few seconds, then grab her thighs and press my face against her. She lets out a cry of pure release when I suck on her clit, pushing my tongue against her, owning her.

"Now," I snarl between greedy tongue strokes. "Come. Let me... taste... you..."

She gasps as her hips move up and down, stroking her slick pussy against my face. I lick her lips and her clit, then her hole, tasting her juices as she gives in to her pleasure.

Standing up, I tear down my shorts, freeing my cock.

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