Page 62 of Irish Betrayal


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“Come for me again, princess,” I murmur against her heated flesh, and Saoirse lets out a desperate cry.

“If you keep licking me like that,” she gasps, “I’m going to come right now.”

I push my fingers deeper inside of her, dragging my tongue over her sensitive clit as I curl them. Saoirse comes screaming on my fingers and tongue again, gasping and moaning my name as if it’s the only one she can remember.

I yank my fingers out of her pussy, jerking her panties to one side as I feverishly fumble with my own fly, so that I can see her swollen flesh and pulsing clit, visible to me from the way she’s flowered open with her arousal.

“Connor!” Saoirse gasps as I drag my zipper down. “We can’t—”

“Don’t worry,” I growl. “I’m not going to fuck you, princess. But I fucking have to come,now.”

I mean it, too. Despite my very recent orgasm, my cock is rock-hard and throbbing, my balls tight and desperate to release another load, and I’m on the verge of another climax already. There’s no foreplay, no teasing strokes to warm up my arousal. I use my cum from my first orgasm to lube my shaft as I start to jerk it hard and fast, the swollen head aimed at Saoirse’s wet and still-clenching pussy, pre-cum dripping from the tip. I can see her entrance tightening, aching to be filled, see her clit peeking out, and the sight inflames me, my cockhead flaring as I feel my orgasm ready to burst.

“In your mouth or on your pussy,” I gasp, barely managing to force out the words, and Saoirse’s eyes widen, still glazed with lust.

“I—” she hesitates, and I feel the first spurt rising up my shaft, the sight of her half-naked too much to bear. Her red hair is tangled around her face, her bra yanked down beneath her breasts, her nipples hard and as reddened as her hair, her jeans around her thighs with her pussy exposed to my view, out here in the open on an Irish beach, and it’s the most fucking erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.

“Too late,” I groan, and I start to come.

My cock swells in my fist, the pleasure sharp and intense, and the first spurt lands directly on her clit. Saoirse lets out a cry of pleasure, her head thrown back at the sensation of my hot cum on her oversensitive pussy, her mouth opening, and I feel as if I lose what little sanity I have left.

I barely straddle her chest before the next spurt explodes from my cock, glazing her lips as I force my cockhead into her mouth, the wet heat of it makingmethrow my head back with pleasure as I thrust my orgasming length between her lips—and to my shock and ecstasy, I feel her start to fuckingsuck.

And swallow.

Her lips tighten around my cock, her tongue lashing the head as she takes every last drop I have to offer, her green eyes wide as she watches me come, my back arched and my hands clenched in fists.

I’ve been inside more women than I can count, but I’m almost positive that was the best goddamn orgasm of my entire life.

As I pull myself free, staring down at her, I have to remind myself of one very important fact.

Under no circumstances can you fall in love with Saoirse O’Sullivan.

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