Page 244 of Dirty Padraig: Dirty Dusters

“Irish,” I whine.

“Look at us.” His other hand fists my hair to yank my head to the side as his fingers slide slowly in and then out. We’ve just showered, and we’re both naked. I look at our reflection in the full-length mirror of the restroom.

His dark against my blonde. His pale against my tanned.

The blood from his finger is a stark contrast to where he’s marked it across my skin, its unique metallic flavor still lacing my mouth.

I stare in the mirror as he removes his fingers from inside me before sucking them into his mouth. He then lifts me so I’m sitting on the counter before parting my thighs and lining up his hard cock.

“Now look at me.”

Gripping my chin with one hand so I can’t look anywhere but at him, with one thrust, he seats his thick cock deep inside me. I gasp as my pussy welcomes his return, clenching tightly around him.

Missing him. Loving him. Never wanting to let him go.

“Fuck. Would you listen to the sound of your body sucking me in?” His voice is low and guttural, his grip on my hip painful.

He slowly pulls out and then pushes straight back in, a pleasure frown crossing his face. And then he pistons into me with powerful strokes.

Hot. Hard. Sweaty.

“Watch me fuck you.” He fists my hair once more, turning my head to the side, giving me no choice but to watch as he takes what he needs from my body. Ice-blue eyes meet mine in our reflection as my gaze then drifts over every inch of his perfection. Taut muscles, ink, and skin sheened with sweat.

Resting the backs of my legs against his torso, he begins to fuck me slow and deep. Each stroke is precise and unhurried. Each connects expertly with my sweet spot, lifting me higher and higher until there’s nowhere else to climb.

I can feel him swell inside me as he nears his end. His movements become quicker and more erratic as he struggles to hold back.

And then, with one final thrust, I shatter. My walls tighten around him, and with a deep groan, he allows himself to be pulled over the edge with me.

We stay there. Wrapped around each other. As we were always meant to be.

He steps back, watching as his cum drips from my pussy to the floor. Has he changed in the last two months and since we’ve started living together?

No.

The only thing I’ve noticed is that when he fucks me in this unhinged state of his, he wears the same possessive look his eldest brother used to wear.

His lips find mine, and he devours my mouth once more. He wants to taste his blood on my tongue.

Do I tell him now, or do I wait?

His mouth moves to suck on my neck, and I groan when he bites down. He’s not done with me yet.

I guess what I have to say can wait.

Jaine and Padraig’s Home, Darling, New York

I look around our new home.

We’re still decorating, so there are a lot of unpainted walls, bare floors, and unpacked boxes. Irish and I have agreed that we’ll spend a couple of hours each day doing house stuff, but that’s it. After everything we’ve been through, we’ve agreed that life’s too short to worry about an unfinished bedroom or a missing carpet.

Life’s all about living and spending quality time with the kids and each other.

It's all about making new memories.

The house is almost identical to the O’Connell family home, which is only a five-minute drive away, but it has even more outdoor space.

The kids love it. They also love the fact that Irish lives with us. Fin loves having his daddy around.

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