Page 41 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

I can’t help laughing. This woman. I roll onto my back, staying inside her the way she wants, and the better to keep my seed insideher. Sending a prayer to a god I stopped believing in years ago that this time, I’m giving her our first of many baby girls.

“You’ll never have to tie me down. Unless you want to be in charge, since that will never happen on its own. But just remember, if you do, you’ll have to untie me at some point.” I warn her.

She giggles, and fucking hell, my cock jumps. I never thought a giggle was sexy in my life. “What will you do once you’re untied?”

“A spanking would definitely be first. Then I’d take you to the edge of orgasm again and again until you were in tears from need.”

Her tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip, pulling a groan from me. “You do it to a lot of women—punish them?”

I shake my head.“No, because I didn’t care about them. If they upset me enough to need to be punished, I ended it. Those restraints are more than a decade old and have only been used on three women. They were brought to me with the request to use them.”

Those green eyes are wide in surprise.

“I told you. It’s a common fantasy for women. One woman brought them and left them behind. The other two women found them in the bedside table. I thought they were fun for about five minutes. Beyond that, I don’t want a woman to need to escape into a fantasy to fuck. It’s why I didn’t want to use them on you.”

The sigh of relief that comes from her is soft.

“I’m not saying I’ll never use them on you. I have a feeling when I take your ass, you might put up a fight.” I tease her.

Her eyes flash with interest. She’s curious, not afraid, good.

“Your cunny is still wrapped around me, not wanting to let go. In the end, so will your ass.” I promise.

I lose my breath at the slow slide up of one side of her gorgeous mouth. “Sounds like fun.”

She clutches me from deep inside.

“Are you trying to kill me? You’ve come no less than three times, and you want more? What a greedy little girl you are.” I catch her mouth.

“I’m just practicing what you’ve taught me. I learn fast. I love the feel of you inside me. I swear, when you came inside me, I thought I was going to come all over again.” Her little sigh hardens my cock. “There’s one upside to not being able to have kids. I changed my mind. If it means none of this for weeks or months—I’m good without one.” She sighs into my mouth.

Thank god she’s joking about it. The knot that appears whenever I think of her without the life she wants, kids, any of it, eases in me. While I can hope the medication works, there’s no guarantee. And I would prefer it isn’t her being pregnant that causes her to want to stay with me. I want her here because she doesn’t want to leave me.

Her finger is tracing over the tattoo of a devil with horns on my chest. “I used to think tattoos were scuzzy. Then I saw you that night in the kitchen. I wanted to taste every one of them to find out if they tasted different than the rest of your skin.”

Then she puts her words into action and licks me. Fucking hell. Her wet tongue traces over the ink as a little hum of pleasure escapes from her and slides down my spine. My cock jumps and hardens into a rock.

A moan escapes her. “How are you hard again?”

“It’s all you. Any other time it would take at least an hour. I haven’t been this hard so soon since I was a kid.”

It’s adorable when her mouth drops. She opens her mouth to say something but stops.

I don’t love the idea of her talking about the man who touched her first and hurt her. I’m definitely going to kill him. At the same time, I don’t want her to ever be afraid to say what’s on her mind. “Let me guess, your ex couldn’t?”

She shakes her head. “In the beginning, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. If we had sex more than twice a week, it was a big deal. After the first year, I was grateful.”

“That bad?” I run my hand through her hair. It’s silky and beautiful, like every inch of her. I thank fuck he wasn’t smart enough to see the gift he had and let her go. And I’m relieved even more. There wasn’t any real chance she would have gotten pregnant if it was once a week, and he never made her come.

Nodding, she sighs. “It was very bad. I had no idea it could possibly be this amazing. You are supremely gifted.”

“It’s not just me—it’s all you,m’fhiorghra.It’s a solid week of dreaming about you finally coming true.”

Those little furrows are back. “Meer ggrah, you said that before. What does it mean?”

The same as it did the first time I said it, it surprises me that I said it. It’s what my parents called each other and means my true love. Once it slipped out, there is no taking it back. I want to say it, except I don’t think she’s ready yet. “It means my gorgeous, curvy woman.”

She rolls her eyes. “That isn’t what it means. Say it again.”

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