Page 57 of Legacy Of Ashes
Cillian asks about legitimate businesses. Eamon wants to know about direct response. I barely hear their words over the blood rushing in my ears as Saoirse moves around the table, commanding the room like the queen she is.
Every gesture makes me harder. Every word from her mouth reminds me how that mouth feels on my skin, sucking my cock until I can't think straight.
Tiernan watches the exchange in silence. His mouth works, forming words slowly. "Smart... like her mother."
The room goes still. His first real praise for his daughter.
"Conall and I handle everything from the main house," Saoirse says, and the way she says my name makes me want to bend her over right here. Let everyone see who she belongs to.
"Questions?" she asks.
Silence. Then nods.
"We start at dawn," she concludes.
The meeting dissolves. I catch her wrist as she stands, thumb pressing into her pulse point. It races under my touch.
"Come with me," I say, voice rough with need.
We slip out through the rear doors into the estate gardens. The moment we're alone, I press her against the stone wall, caging her with my body.
"I've been hard for you all night," I growl against her throat. "Thinking about what I'm going to do to you."
Her breath catches. "Tell me."
"I'm going to strip you naked right here. Spread you on the fountain edge and eat your pussy until you beg me to stop."
She moans, head falling back. "Conall..."
"Then I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name."
My hands slide up her thighs, pushing her skirt to her waist. Black lace, just as I predicted. Already damp.
"You're soaked," I say, stroking her through the fabric. "Did you get wet listening to me during the meeting?"
"Yes." Her hips rock against my hand. "I kept thinking about last night."
"When I tied you to the bed?"
"When you made me come four times."
I rip her underwear off, the sound echoing in the garden. She gasps as cool air hits her bare skin.
"Spread your legs," I command.
She obeys, and I drop to my knees on the gravel. The sharp stones bite through my pants but I don't care. Nothing matters except tasting her.
I push her thighs wider and bury my face between them. She tastes like heaven and sin, sweet and musky and perfect. I lick her slowly, savoring every drop.
"Oh God," she breathes, fingers tangling in my hair.
I focus on her clit, circling with the tip of my tongue before sucking hard. Her thighs tremble around my head as I work her with my mouth, adding two fingers inside her tight heat.
"More," she begs. "Please."
I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her see stars. She clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as I finger-fuck her while sucking her clit.
Her orgasm hits hard and fast. She convulses around my fingers, pussy clenching as she comes on my face. I don't stop, working her through it until she's shaking.
