Page 74 of Three Irish Kings
I expect her to yell at me. Tell me to get out, and there’s fire in her eyes, but she doesn’t say a word as she lifts the hem of the shirt and slowly pulls it over her head.
She’s bare beneath, and I suck in a breath through gritted teeth, watching her perky breasts bounce as she throws the shirt on the floor.
The fire in her eyes still burns, but it is now scorching with something else.
She wants this.
I spread my legs, my cock already starting to plump just looking at her. Even the long scar on her torso does nothing to take away from her beauty.
“Come here.”
She takes a step forward, and I hold up my hand.
“Not like that. On your hands and knees. Crawl.”
Isla hesitates but only for a split second before dropping to her knees, her pupils dilated as she crawls toward me, keeping eye contact.
The way her body sways as she approaches has me rising to full mast.
When she stops right in front of me, she slowly sits up on her knees, putting her hands on my clothed thighs.
I grunt, losing the ability to speak as my breath grows shorter, seeing her look at me so obediently.
I free myself, and as I pump my length slowly, Isla looks down at it with hungry eyes.
“You’re going to suck me off like your life depends on it.”
She doesn’t even blink, just bowing her head, and I hold myself at the base until she wraps her small hand around mine.
I move my arms to the armrests, digging in my nails slightly as her warm, wet mouth engulfs me.
It feels like heaven, and it’s all I can do to not thrust up into her mouth.
But her nails drag along my thighs as she hums around me, almost like she wants me to face-fuck her.
A low, rumbling groan starts in my chest as she starts to twist her hand around my base, flicking her fingers down to play with the seam of my balls.
My breath grows ragged. “Good girl. Now make yourself come as you swallow all of me.”
She moans around me, one of her hands going between her legs as she bobs her head, and I can’t hold back anymore, thrusting my hips.
She gags and chokes but keeps her grip tight on my base, recovering and going back to her task.
“Good fucking girl, pet.”
She lets her teeth drag over my head, and I choke out a moan and grab her hair as I fuck her mouth, deep and hard.
Her gagging and the tears running down her face have me speed up until I’m spilling inside her mouth, over her lip, sooner than I wanted to.
“Take it. Swallow it all, pet.”
Isla looks me right in the eye as she licks it off, swallowing, and my spent dick twitches once more.
“You took it so well,” I murmur, stroking her head, and her eyes, which have gone glassy, light up.
“I did?”
I chuckle, sweeping her up into my lap and holding her, her back to my chest. I kiss the top of her head. “Aye. You did well, little pet.”
