Page 39 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

Blue disappears. “I’m not a good man. I do bad things. Never without cause. Never with ease…”

Declan

Soft moss meets mine. “I know. And I’m still here.”

Thank god. I pick her up, loving the feel of her in my arms. I’m intent on getting her into my bed.

Fuck. I spot the gun I left on my bedside table. It should have gone inside it, but all the tears from Clare were clinging to me. I needed to get my shirt off me and wash them away from my skin.

I keep walking her across the hall toward her own bed.

The covers are pulled back from when she got out to come to me. I love how the moment I set her down on the bed, she’s reaching for me. A touch to the lamp on the bedside table bathes the room in a soft yellow glow.

“Please, no light.” She whispers with big eyes.

“You’re a cruel woman to ask that of me. To dream of you night after night and now finally have you. I’ll not be turning off the light. The fear this is another dream will not leave me. I need to see you. I need to see all of you. I’ve told you over and over you make my cock ache with your beauty. Don’t make me tie you down for our first time.”

Sighing, she nods.

The plan is there—I want to go slow. I want to make this last for hours. Only, like every plan when it comes to her, when my mouth meets hers, and I taste her desire, her need—the plan disappears like mist in the sun. I become savage in greedy hunger. Enough isn’t enough. I need all of her. Ihaveto prove this isn’t a dream. I have to take everything I can while I can.

Her small hands are in my hair, holding me tight. Little moans and gasps escape her, turning my body into stone. The scent of sweet cunny floods my senses. I need to taste her.

She moans when I tear my mouth from hers.

I tear the long oversized white shirt she's wearing from her.Fuck. My cock jumps at the sight of her beautiful breasts. I'm not proud of the way I fall on her. Desperate to taste a pretty puckered nipple. I suck deep, teasing it with my tongue as I do.

Miranda moans my name, andmy cock jumps.There'sno other sound like it in this world. Her breathy little moan turns into a groan of despair when I allow the soft, silky flesh to fall from mymouth and give her other breast the same appreciation, tasting every inch of her before sucking deep again and again.

The scent of her cunny drives my mouth down her body, desperately needing to make her come, to taste her juice on my tongue. I want to wring every last tremor from her body until she's so weak she can't fight when I fuck her.

I'm thick at almost three inches and long at almost nine inches. For some women, I’m just right. For others, it’s too much. If I ever hope to be inside her again, I have to make this good for her—so good she only aches with longing, not pain, for my cock inside her.

Inhaling her heady perfume has my cock drooling the same as my mouth. So fuckingdelicious. The taste of her is a hit of a drug, zipping through my veins, turning the world hazy and sweet. I promised my da long ago I would never become weak enough to give into an addiction. But this woman changes all of that.

Her cunny, her moans, the taste of her skin—I will never give this up. I’m going to need her every damn day. I tongue her deep, loving the little mewls it causes. My cock is jealous, wanting to fuck into her as deep as my tongue is.

Shit. She’s just as tight as I feared. If she clenches around my tongue, there’s no way she will take my cock easily. One orgasm won’t be enough. I need to turn her bones to mush so she won’t fight my entry into her tight cunny.

I only toy with her clit for a moment before sucking deep to send her into a climax.

While she floats down from her high, I return to her breasts, feasting on her. It isn’t long before her hands are roaming over me, sliding into my hair and down my back. She loves when I suckdeep. Even when I worry I’m being too rough, all she does is moan for more.

“Declan, please.” She’s begging.

Fucking hell. “Say it again, love. Tell me what you need.”

“Declan, please don’t tease me. I need you. I need all of you.”Her eyes are glistening with tears of frustration.

They twist me up inside. There is nothing in this world I will ever deny her. I suck and tease my way down to her weeping cunny. Giving her lips a kiss, I part them for two fingers. Although they are well coated from her juice, at first press inside her tight channel, she moans from the discomfort.

Eyes on her, I need to know. “Talk to me. Does it hurt, love?”

Emeralds glow up at me. Biting her bottom lip, she shakes her head. “It’s just a lot.” She pants.

“You can take it, love.” I’m up on my arm, careful not to put my weight on her. I need to see her. “My cock is much thicker than my fingers.” Her eyes go wide. “It is. And you’re going to come from my cock inside you. I promise you.”

Taking her mouth, I work my fingers deeper into her, swallowing her moans as I do. She clutches at my back, fingernails scraping the skin. I welcome the sting of pain as my due for the discomfort she’s feeling.

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