Page 84 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

“It feels so wrong to love how your breasts have changed, not only loving how you’ve grown but the way you’ve darkened and—” his mouth is greedy. There is no teasing as he opens as wide as he can and takes all the flesh he can fit into the hot cavern of his mouth and sucks.

Oh god. Oh god. As the weeks have passed, everything has grown more sensitive, from the skin across my fingertips to my nipples. I’ve come six or seven times from his mouth on my breasts when I only had once since the first time he did it. The whimpers escaping me fill the room around us until they become cries.

Deeper and deeper, he sucks until I’m right there on the edge. When he stops, I can’t contain the scream of anger. His chuckle is cruel as he moves to my other breast.

Harder, fuck yes. Please more.

His hum of pleasure adds to mine, and I crash hard into the waves of pleasure. I want them to carry me away on them, only his mouth sucking deeper keeps me trapped in the overwhelming pleasure.

It’s too much. Please, no. Oh god.

“Come for me, damn it. I need to see it again.” He growls low in his chest before two fingers press deep into me, finding that glorious spot. At the same time, his thumb runs over the tight bundle of nerves.

The waves are scalding as they wash over me.

I’m coming down, drifting in the waves of pleasure when I feel the slick head of his cock running over my lips.

“Your mouth, love. I’m not going to last long. Let me in.” Is tight with need.

I open my mouth. Deep, so damn deep, he thrusts his cock. I’m gagging, but don’t dare try to push him away. I want this. I want to give him the pleasure he gives me. I’m working to get him down my throat. We both moan when he’s in.

“Fuck. Fuck. What you do to me.” I don’t understand his anger—until I remember he hates being out of control. And holy shit he’s out of control as he ravages my throat.

I don’t care if it’s wrong. I love the way he’s savage. The way he’s clearly desperate for control and can’t find it. Adding to his pleasure and mine, I moan low and hum around his cock. With a litany of curses in English, Irish, and, I think, Italian, he comes down my throat.

“God damn it, Miranda. How do you do that to me?” He moans as he slides out of my throat and mouth.

Like I always do, I suck as he’s almost out to taste the last of his come. And we both moan.

Our son is doing flips inside me. My hand goes to my stomach.

Declan’s hand covers mine. “All right, love?”

I nod. Sliding my hand out from under his, I press it down harder than he had ever felt safe doing before—when I asked him to in the last few weeks. “Can you feel him? He’s flipping around in there. Oh, ow, now he’s kicking.”

The awe on Declan’s face is something I will never forget. “I can feel him. The little bugger is kicking up a storm.” His laugh is rich and brings out a smile in me. “He’s going to have to get used to it. Something tells me his mommy is about to be a greedy girl.”

I pull his mouth to mine. “Very greedy. I need you inside me.”

His kiss is sweet at first. Yet in only seconds, he sends the world spinning around us until it blurs into nothing. It’s just us in this big, wide world. Only Declan matters—the pounding of his heart beneath my hand, the taste of his need, and the love I feel in his touch.

The nudge of his knee between my thighs is a cruel fiction because it’s not his cock at my lower lips, it’s his fingers. Using the moisture on his finger, he coats a tight nipple. “I hate the idea of sharing this with anyone, my wain or not.”

Hot, so hot, his tongue tastes the slick wetness off me. “Delicious. It’s wrong. It has to be wrong to love the changes this much.”

Down his mouth trails over my stomach, cradling me beneath the mound of our son. His kiss is merely the press of his lips to wherehe felt the kick. Rough hands go to my hips, his mouth finds my lower lips, and that velvet tongue slides along the seam of me.

“Even this is different, sweeter, tangy, so fucking good.” He murmurs low as his tongue laps at me. Deeper and deeper, that velvet tongue becomes a torture device. Until I want to scream for more—more of his tongue, of his fingers—justmore.

Finally, his fingers are there, fucking into me. Powerfully, deep, so damn deep. No, I want his cock. Ineedhis cock.Please. Please. Please.

It’s there, yes. Yes, his cock is thrusting inside me with a force that catches my breath and holds it suspended. Oh god. So fucking good.

Harder, fuck me harder it’s been too long. Two days that have felt endless. Fuck me harder. Please Declan. I need all of you.

Every plea is answered. Every need is fulfilled. And oh god the sun bursts into a million pieces, hitting me, burning me, turning me into tiny pieces of fire.

When he comes inside me, the wet heat shocks me into the moment. Into the feeling of Declan all around me, holding me close as we both shake and tremble from our orgasm.

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