Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
His lips moved very slowly. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth now, darlin’, hard and fast. If it gets too much, tap the side of my thigh, yeah?”
I nodded, and he let go completely. His hips snapped and he thrust all the way into me. Nausea bubbled up my mouth, but I managed to swallow it down. His tip touched the back of my throat, and I loved the rush of excitement it gave me, having my mouth so full of him.
I was on all fours, sucking him off while he controlled the pace and rhythm by holding the back of my head, sliding in and out of my mouth. Each time he pressed home, I took a deep, greedy suck, trying to keep him there, flicking my tongue over the bottom of his cock, breathing through my nose. He reached to cup one of my veiny breasts, tugging at the nipple roughly.
Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I knew I was drenched. Desperate for his cock to fill me. I ground against the bed, using one hand to work his cock and the other to massage his thigh as he plowed deeper and jerkier into me.
I wondered if he was going to come inside my mouth when he pulled out of me all of a sudden, guiding me down the bed gently, so as not to touch my collarbone. I gasped, catching his hungry gaze as his thick cock bounced between us, pushing my knees apart and stroking the wet part of my panties, driving me even wilder.
Moaning, I arched my back in offering. He tugged my panties down my legs impatiently, stuffing it in the pocket of the slacks bunched at his knees.
Ripples of pleasure crashed inside me, cluing me in on an orgasm before he even touched me.
“Time to fuck you nice and good, wifey.”
My round belly stood between us, so all I could see was his face and shoulders. Recently, it had gotten harder to have sex unless I was on top of him.
He pushed two fingers into me, sinking into my wetness, and pulled them out, sucking them clean. “Ready.”
He hitched me up by the waist and turned me over so I was on all fours facing the headboard. His knees sank to the mattress behind me. Tiernan slammed into me all at once, and I cried out, throwing my head back with a moan.
He’d never taken me like this before, always watching out for my delicate soul and trauma. I wished he hadn’t. There was something so exhilarating about this position. About the fact I couldn’t see his face, read his lips, sign to him. I was completely at his mercy as he drove into me, riding me from behind.
Picking up the pace, he leaned over, his six-pack colliding with my back, and tilted my head sideways, awarding me with a filthy, bruising kiss. With each slam of his hips, I groaned into his mouth, our juices dripping down my inner thighs.
A mouthwatering rush of heat found itself in my core. Every muscle in my body burned and tensed. I was a marionette on tight strings. When I arched my back and felt my climax taking over me, the invisible strings cut off. I collapsed on the bed limply. My husband caught my waist from behind, both to protect my pregnant belly and to steady me. He pumped into me a few more times before I felt the heat of his cum spreading inside me, then pulled out.
When I turned around, he already looked perfectly composed, tucking his shirt back into his slacks and zipping himself up. Not a hair on his head was out of place.
Tiernan picked his phone up from the nightstand. Checked his messages. Arched a brow.
“Angelo’s en route to your family’s basement. Turns out he was in the area.” He leaned to kiss the top of my head. Every inch of my skin still hummed with postorgasmic shivers. “Get dressed. You’re leaving.”
My eyebrows pinched together. “I’m coming?”
“You just did. But, yes, you’re coming with me to your parents’.”
“It’s nine thirty.”
“Yeah.”
“And there are about forty Irish soldiers roaming this building.”
“Yeah.”
“Most likely, the only person who wants to hurt me, Angelo, will be in the same basement with you.”
Chagrined amusement touched his frown. “Is there a point somewhere in your little speech, Gealach?”
I shook my head, more confused than ever. “Why do you need me there?”
“Because I love you.” He stared at me incredulously. “Isn’t that enough?”
A little earthquake in my chest, its ripples making my entire body tremble.
“I don’t want to see him.”
“You won’t,” he assured me. “You’ll be upstairs with your mam and Imma. He’ll be downstairs, playing catch with his internal organs.”
I slipped out of my dress and wobbled into the walk-in closet to pick out a fresh one and a pair of new panties. When I opened my underwear drawer, a strong, manly hand reached from behind my shoulder to close it back shut.