Page 63 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

The table is round and large enough to seat four or maybe even six comfortably. I do it without thinking—everything in me is on autopilot, acting on need. This isn’t a punishment. Iwantto do this, to please Declan. To return all the pleasure he gives me.

Pushing my chair back, I’m on my knees crawling under the table to him. He was leaning back already. My hand on his thigh sends his legs open wider. He unbuttons his pants and slides the zipper down.

He’s wearing silky black boxers with a slit in the front. Since he’s already growing hard, his cock is almost outside of the slit. Grasping his cock, I stroke him down to the base as I press a kiss to the tip of his now dripping slit.

Tasting him on my lips, I want more. I don’t care if it’s wrong, or gross—I love every drop of this. Needing more, I swirl my tongue around his thick head before tonguing hisslit for more. A low moan escapes him, sending a thrill through me.

Every time we made love, Declan was always in control. And I love every minute of it. He knew every touch and the perfect amount of pressure that drove me out of my mind. Yet he never allowed me to learn him the way he did with me. I worried I wasn’t giving him as much pleasure as he gave me.

Sooo good. I hum as I suck on him. His hand goes into my hair, holding me still as he thrusts his cock into my throat. I gag and try not to panic. He’s out, I inhale and he’s in again, harder this time.

“This is what bad girls get—their throat used for my pleasure alone.” The words are as dark and rough as his hand in my hair. “Do you understand me?”

I wonder if something is wrong with how much I love him controlling me. He’s out of my throat and mouth. “Yes. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t say it again.”

Another thrust deep into my throat sends tears running down my face. I’m definitely a freak for loving this. For the way it sends a hot rush of heat to my panties.

“You’re going to lick my cock like a melting ice cream cone. Then you’re going to take my come and swallow like a good girl. Every drop.”

With a last grinding of his cock into my throat, he slides out until only the tip of him remains.

Eager and greedy, I lap at the slit that is dripping like the ice cream cone he said.

“Slowly, love, go slow.” He murmurs low in his chest. “Use your hands to stroke me tighter,yes. Just like that.”

He’s so damn thick. I lick from the base of him to the tip, swirling my tongue the way he seems to like. Up and down, I taste every inch of him.

Attempting to suck him deeper, I hate the way he hisses in pain when my teeth scrape him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and press a kiss to his skin.

“Bad girl. You’re working up to a painful spanking.” Is dark and dirty. And I can’t wait.

The hand is firm as he pushes deeper into my mouth. I moan as I work to take him.

“Fuck. The waitress is coming. Be a good girl. No noise.”

I freeze. I’m not sure why I hope she knows. Declan wantsme,not her.He’s giving her a polite smile, and he’s giving me his body.

“Okay, so we have the manicotti with sausage. Is this for her or you? Where did she go?”

“Hers. That’s mine, and that can go in the middle for us to share. Thank you, darlin’. She’s in the lady's room.”

“Oh, well. If there’s anything else you need or want…” She’s close to him. Is she touching him?

“No, thank you, darlin’. I have everything I need. She’ll be back soon.”

Annoyed at the smile in his voice, that he’s calling another woman darlin’. Even if he’s turning her down, I suck deep as I cup the small sack with the silk of his boxers. He coughs. Satisfaction fills me.

“Well, if you’re sure. But here’s my number. In case you change your mind.”

His sigh is heavy. “No, thank you. And no need to come back. Let Ritchie know he lost another one.”

“Um, what?”

“Just tell him. He’ll know what it means. Now leave.”

Watching her legs, she slowly walks away.

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