The Seduction (Finding Forever #2) - Jessie Jones Page 0,26
moment. Patrick had never allowed himself the luxury with any woman before tonight, but somehow, Gillian was different. There was an odd warmth that spread from his abdomen as she leaned her body back against his and nuzzled his neck. Patrick felt her lips graze the vein that pulsed in his neck before allowing a guttural groan to escape her lips.
"Tell me to come inside your cunt, sweetheart. Beg me for it," Patrick sighed against her mouth before he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. He pinched her beautiful clit in between his thumb and index finger as he delivered rapid, short pumps between her folds. A smile touched his lips as her head fell forward in surrender. However, before Patrick could hear Gillian's soft plea, he heard a growl escape John's lips.
"I have no problems sharing what belongs to me, Pat, but only I come inside her," John stated firmly in Gaelic as the Irishman's eyes found his. The Brit had been intensely aroused by Gillian's mouth and at watching his best mate roughly fucking his kitten, but for some reason, watching her respond so intensely to his mate had stirred jealous emotions inside him. He could also see how much Patrick wanted Gillian despite his harsh words. He could see the emotions he was feeling written all over the Irishman's face. For the first time in his life, John found himself worried that she may want Patrick more. The two men had shared multiple women over the years, but Gillian was different. John knew he was an attractive man, but he intimidated women. Patrick walked into a room of the opposite sex, and they swarmed him. John wanted Gillian and Pat to enjoy their time together, but there was no way in hell that he was going to be the third wheel.
"Fuck off, John. I don't take orders from you, mate. Besides, I saw her first," Patrick heatedly growled back in the same language. Just to piss the Brit off, he twisted Gillian's swollen clit with his fingers. She screamed out hoarsely as the orgasm tore through her luscious frame. The only thing holding her up was Patrick's hand on her dripping wet mound and the fact that he was balls deep inside of her. Patrick clenched his straight, white teeth at the intense pleasure and stared directly into John's blackening gaze as Gillian's pulsing pussy massaged his cock to the brink of his own release.
Before Patrick's hot, sticky seed could shoot deep into Gillian's womb, John roughly jerked the ebony haired woman off the Irishman's cock and onto his lap. "You son of a bitch!" Patrick gritted out as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life on his muscled, rock hard abdomen. The thick liquid shot out of his dick with each delicious contraction, and soon, the Irishman found himself milking the sensation with his scarred palm. His turquoise eyes roamed over her perfect bottom that straddled John's lap. A moan escaped his lips, and his throat went dry as he watched John spread Gillian's cheeks wide so he had a clear viewing of John easing her swollen, glorious cunt onto the mushroom shaped head of his wide cock. Patrick's softening dick twitched with life when Gillian threw back her head and arched her delicious back as John began to start a slow, methodical rhythm.
Patrick was awe struck by Gillian's beauty and raw sexuality. The spell she was weaving over him was temporarily broken by John growling in Gaelic, "My statement wasn't a question, Pat. Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough, mate. Only I come inside Gillian's tight, wet pussy. You may come anywhere on her body or in her mouth. I may even allow you the luxury of her virginal ass, but that's it. Kitten belongs to me, not you."
"There are times when I truly hate you, Johnny," Patrick muttered in response as he picked up John's expensive, discarded shirt and wiped the semen off his stomach. He then threw the shirt at John's feet before grabbing his clothes and walking away.
Although Gillian did not quite understand what was happening, she again knew she was the cause. Gillian was sure that Patrick had been ready to orgasm before John had pulled her onto his lap. Maybe she had done something to piss the Brit off. She could tell that the Irishman was livid as he walked away but had no time to focus on it as John lifted her up and only