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A spurt of cum shot across her belly before his knees bent to find her. He was quivering in orgasm as he pushed inside her, the lubrication ensuring her body gave no resistance to his incredible size. The pressure and fullness were delectable, but it was the sound of her name shouted hoarsely as he hilted inside her that set her off.
Arms over his head, Ronan gripped the bed’s headboard with white-knuckled strength, his entire body stretched taut on a rack of incredible pleasure. His chest heaved for every breath, and sweat ran down his chest. Ireland lay between his spread legs, her braced elbow on his thigh, her other hand stroking up and down the base of his erection. He fought the need to move restlessly, his feet flexing although he tried to remain still.
His sac was drawn tight and full, aching with the need to pump his cum into hischer’s wickedly talented mouth. His cockhead touched her throat, and she hummed with delight. The vibration raced through his body.
“Maudit!” he bit out, trembling violently.
He’d woken to the feel of her hot mouth sliding over his dick, and nothing he said, no admonishment to be careful of her injuries would dissuade her. She’d literally made him crawl up the bed, the ravenous suction of her mouth unbearably fantastic and incredibly erotic.
Every time he spent the night with her, she couldn’t get enough of him. And now that he knew how she craved hispleasure—and particularly, the result of it—he was aroused beyond belief. There were no limits between them. They took greedily from each other and gave with abandon.
Desperate to climax, Ronan’s need was so fierce that he feared hurting her. So, he clung to the headboard, quivering with pleasure, every breath a struggle as his body strained against his self-imposed restraint. He was nearly there, his dick so hard and swollen he could drive nails with it. He panted heavily, feeling the warning tingle of imminent release at the base of his balls.
“I’m going to come,” he gasped, certain his eyes were crossing.
Ireland’s mouth released him with a soft little pop of sound. “Not yet.”
He nearly snarled with his impatience. “What have I done to deserve such torture?”
“Oh,cher,” she crooned, and the use of the endearment sent a different, sweeter shockwave of delight through him. “Am I being selfish?”
Closing her eyes, Ireland nuzzled her cheek along the damp length of his erection as if she adored and worshipped it. It was singularly the most carnal thing he’d ever witnessed, and he showed her that by the thick wash of precum that surged hotly from the wide head of his dick.
“Hmm.” Her tongue darted out, the point finding the hole at the tip of his cock and massaging it. His serrated groan begged her for mercy as her lips wrapped around the sensitive head. She drew on him in strong, rhythmic pulls, moaning as she swallowed the stream of pre-ejaculate that now spilled steadily from him.
Mon Dieu, she was stunningly beautiful. She had the face of an angel. And to see such perfection sucking his dick with such enjoyment was driving him out of his mind.
“You’re killing me, Ireland.” And he wasn’t exaggerating. His blood was so hot, his heart pounding so frantically, that he wondered how he was surviving.
“But you licked my pussy so good last night,” she crooned, licking him like a dessert. “You made me come so hard. I get wet just thinking about it. Returning the favor seems only fair.”
He couldn’t argue her point because tasting her so intimately was indeed one of his joys, and he could indulge in it for hours if she could take it. The sound of her throaty cries…the feel of her sweet, soft pussy clenching around his tongue as she climaxed… He was obsessed with it. With her.
“I have what you need,” he said hoarsely. “Take it.”
Eyes on his, Ireland opened her mouth and lowered it down to the crown of his cock. She pumped the thick base in her fist, her cheeks hollowing with the force of her suction as if to milk the cum from his balls. He roared with relief as his dick erupted in a heavy gushing of semen over her working tongue, her throat tightening and releasing as she swallowed with low moans.
He lost his sight, the room darkening to blackness as the orgasm tore through him, his cock jerking with every wrenching pulse. His blood rushed through his ears, deafening him, until he was left panting, boneless, and thoroughly spent.
Her eyes were on him as she lifted her head, her tongue licking his cum from her lips with a dreamy smile of delight. Her mouth was plumped and red from stretching around him. He took immense satisfaction in having marked her that way.
Unclenching one hand from the headboard, Ronan lowered his arm to caress her cheek. His entire body was sore from straining against the ecstasy of her mouth, but he’d never felt better. And as soon as he could breathe and think again, he’d ensure she felt the same.
“Mon Dieu, you’ll be the death of me.”
Her laugh was throaty and fiendishly happy.
The ringing of his phone swiftly erased what sensual fog remained.
He swore as he reached for it, realizing that the light through the window was brighter than it usually was when he left the bed to get ready for work. The time displayed along with Jules’ contact photo confirmed that he was running late.
Raking a hand through his sweat-damp hair, Ronan struggled to regulate his breathing, his body still vibrating and his muscles twitching. He answered. “Ça va, Jules?”
“Claudy and I will be there in about ten minutes.”
“I’m going to be late,” he said gruffly.
“How late?”
