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I didn’t know who I’d suddenly become, this woman, this wild child who was now trying to engulf as much of Caelan’s cock in her mouth as she could, but here I was, letting the tip hit the back of my throat before retreating and repeating the act over and over again.
I bobbed my head, the constant wild spice of his pre-cum exploding on my tongue.
When he gripped my head, tangling his hands in my hair, I knew he was close. The sounds he made were erotic, sensual, and purely unhinged. I felt my eyes water every time his cockhead hit the back of my throat. And then the tears were falling, but I was moaning louder, getting wetter, my jaw aching because I had to open it so wide to fit his dick in my mouth. I needed to have him shoot his no doubt thick load right down my throat. God, I want that, as if I’m some dirty girl who can’t live without it.
I was dripping from my pussy, my lips slippery, my thighs pressed together and pinching my clit, which caused sparks of pleasure to shoot up my body.
I slid a hand underneath his cock to cup his balls, the sac heavy and overflowing in my palm. I gave them a gentle squeeze at the same time I started moving my mouth over his erection faster. He was panting at this point, his hands pulling at my hair so hard that the pain mixed with my pleasure.
“Darragh.” His voice was barely audible, and I knew he was about to orgasm, could taste the pre-cum, a constant coating on my tongue. I hummed around him louder and lifted my eyes so I could look at his face. Our gazes locked as he slid his hands to cup my cheeks, trying to push me away, shaking his head slowly, and groaning out, “I’m going tae… I’m going tae come if ye donna stop.”
It was my turn to shake my head—well, as much as I could with a mouthful of cock. And even though the tears kept sliding down my cheeks, I wondered if this was the hunger he talked about when it concerned wanting me. Because it was eating me alive, yet I didn't want it to stop.
And then he tossed his head back, the sinew and tendons in his throat standing on end as he gave himself over to the pleasure. His fingers dug into my temples, his hips working on their own as he pushed into me and pulled back out. Over and over again. He fucked my mouth like I wanted him to do between my thighs. And when he came, when he filled my mouth so full that his cum started slipping out the corners of my lips, I kept swallowing and swallowing. His flavor was unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined or described.
It was delicious.
His huge body shook one last time before he let go of my cheeks and slammed his hands on either side of the doorframe as if he needed to hold himself up. I pulled back and stayed on my knees, my bottom resting on my heels, my head tipped back so I could stare at him. He looked satiated, so pleased it was like he was drugged.
“A rúnsearc.” He helped me to stand and instantly pulled me to his chest, his hand on my nape.
He slammed his mouth down on mine, pushing his tongue between my lips, and groaning at no doubt our combined flavor. The fact that he didn’t care that I’d just swallowed his orgasm, even seemed pleased over that fact, in turn pleased me.
“What does that mean?” I asked when. Caelan gave me a soft kiss and slid his hand up to cup the base of my head, gently bringing me in close so my cheek rested right over his heart.
“Beloved.” He smoothed his hand up and down my back, and I closed my eyes, my body sinking against his. “It means ‘my beloved.’ That’s what you are to me, Darragh,” he whispered. “Now and forever.”
It was hard not to want to just give in and say screw logic and common sense and, hell, reality when you had words like that whispered to you. Yet here I was, clutching at Caelan, holding him just as closely and tightly as he held me, knowing that after this was all said and done, I’d never be the same.
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Darragh
God, if nerves were an actual person, mine would be that annoying friend who talked nonstop and was always in your face.
I was bouncing my leg, biting my nails, and my heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest.
The closer we got to Caelan’s family’s home, the more I was starting to think this was a bad idea. Going to see his ancestral estate had seemed like a good idea at the time, but then again, it had only been Caelan and me for a couple of days. We’d been in this little bubble where I could process all the stuff that had been thrown in my lap without outside influence or chaos.
