Page 64 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

“Witch. You wanted her to know. Didn’t you?” It’s a growl.

I don’t say a word, only hum as I suck those three inches I can take.

Now both hands are in my hair, holding me in place as he fucks his cock deep into my mouth. All I can do is cling to his legs as he takes me over. I’m soaking wet as he groans my name. He’s in my throat, and we both moan at the sensation. Only three strokes into my throat, and he whispers he’s coming.

He's so deep in my throat I taste nothing. I swallow around him, and he swears long and low.

“Swallow again.” It’s an order.

I do it again and again.

“Fucking hell.” He mutters as he pulls out of my throat. I suck as he releases from my mouth with a loud pop.

Suddenly, the table is pushed back. Rough hands pull me up and into his lap. “That was supposed to be a punishment.” He growls.

“It was. I hated it.” I do my best to appear contrite. And ruin it by smiling.

“You’re definitely getting a spanking.”

“Oh no.” I moanas I kiss him.

Someone clears their throat. I freeze. Ritchie is a few feet away. His chagrin clear. I’m struggling not to blush hard enough to pass out. It’s not great, but for all he knows, I’m only sitting on Declan’s lap. Even though I feel naked and exposed, not one inch of me or Declan is on display. Burying my face in Declan’s neck, I keep it there.

“Ritchie, perfect timing to remind me where I am.” Declan’s voice is husky.

“Sorry. And sorry about Jenna. She won’t be back.”

“I appreciate it. Thanks.”

With a chuckle, the man is gone.

Declan begins laughing. His hands on my hips lift me off him. “You sitting on my cock is getting me ready to go again.”

It takes a minute to find my feet. “You’re so bad. Do you think he knew?” Running my hand over my face, I feel the tear streaks. “Oh god, I need to wash my face.”

“I’ve no idea. I doubt it.” He catches my hand. “Go on, the restroom is over there, on your left.”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I’ll be right back.”

Declan

Christ. The way she turns me inside out with need for her. I couldn’t believe it when she slid below the table.

All I planned was to tease her with the promise of a spanking as her punishment. The threat of it hanging over her head would be another edge to her punishment. She’s still getting the spankingafter how much she loved sucking my cock, and my fucking her throat.

When she disappeared under the table, I was shocked. But there was no way in hell I was going to turn her down. I didn’t allow her to suck me off often because it embarrassed the fuck out of me how fast I came from her mouth on me.

Until her, I could last for hours inside a woman’s body be it her ass, pussy, or mouth. But with Miranda, no matter how hard I tried, I was the equivalent of a two-pump chump. It’s why I always made sure she came a few times before I pulled out my cock. I needed her so gone she was unaware of how fast I came from her sexy as fuck body.

I can’t believe she wanted the waitress to know what she was doing. There was no way that was going to happen. While there was a question in Ritchie’s eyes, he saw nothing and didn’t know for sure. Some men might get off on the idea of everyone knowing what their women were willing to do to please them. I didn’t want anyone thinking of Miranda in a sexual way. If they did, I’d have to kill them.

She’s back with a smug smile. God, she’s gorgeous. I’m up, moving the table back for her to easily sit back down. Pulling out her chair, I grab a cheek of her ass and squeeze.

Blushing, she leans into me with a smile. How the fuck am I hard again so damn quickly?

“Oh, everything looks so good.”

Right, dinner. She needs to be fed because I’m going to give her quite the workout tonight.

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