Page 54 of Accidental Irish Daddy

His hands reach under my shirt, cupping my breasts through the bra. His thumbs rub my hardening nipples through the fabric. I gasp against his lips, and he smiles.

“So fucking eager,” he growls.

He lifts up and takes his shirt the rest of the way off. I sit up and take off my shirt too, then I reach back to unhook my bra.

He grabs my arms, pinning them behind me.

Then he leans in and kisses my neck, his tongue tracing the curve down to my collarbone.

He gives me a firm bite on my shoulder, then releases my arms, replacing them with his own and undoing my bra.

My bra off, he lays me back down and kisses me down the center of my chest. He lets his tongue encircle my nipples as he squeezes my breasts. I run my hands through his thick hair, enjoying the sensation of his warm mouth on me.

He starts kissing down my abdomen, his hands pulling my skirt down and off. He gets down to my panties and he pauses, one corner of his mouth turning up.

His fingers trace the lacy red fabric.

“Good girl,” he says. He hooks his thumbs into them, sliding them down my legs.

He kisses me along my thighs, running his tongue down to my center. Wrapping his arms around my thighs to hold me secure, he licks and gently sucks my clit. I moan and grab him by the hair as shivers run up and down my body.

It doesn’t take me long to climax. His grip on my thighs tightens as they start to shake and as I come on his tongue.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan with one hand in his hair and the other gripping the comforter.

When the waves of my orgasms slow, he sits up, taking off his pants, then moves between my legs, lifting them up until I wrap them around his waist.

He enters me, and I’m back in heaven.

I tighten around his cock, and he moans in my ear, his arms wrapped around me.

He thrusts into me slow, then hard and fast.

I dig my nails into his back as my moans start to lift up to the ceiling.

He lifts up and looks into my eyes, his hands caressing my face as he slows down. The way he’s looking at me, the passion in his eyes…

Oh, fuck…why can’t this be love? Why can’t he love me back…?

“Aisling,” he whispers. The sound of my name on his lips nearly sends me into orbit. “Oh…my Aisling…”

My eyes roll up into my head, and I explode like a rocket.

He thrusts hard, following right behind me.

We kiss, his lips soft and purposeful. Kissing me like there’s no one in the world but me.

It’s not real…but it feels real and that’s all we need from each other.

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I’m lying in bed with him. He’s got his back to me, and my fingers are tracing the curves of his tattoo, following the blue water waves of the background and along the stripes of the tiger and the intricate scale design of the dragon.

He doesn’t flinch or stop me from touching him. He lies perfectly still under my fingers…

“Where did you get this?” I ask him.

“Thailand,” he says softly.

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