Tiernan A Dark Irish Mafia Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,31

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“No? Are you allowed to say that to me?”

I’m bloody well not. My mouth goes dry, and I close my eyes as his mouth goes back there, between my legs, where it seems all the heat of my entire body is focused. He drags the tip of his tongue through my sensitive, throbbing parts, and my hips rise of their own accord. He suckles and laves, laps and sucks until I can’t take it anymore. My climax overtakes me, and I scream his name as I come. My body gives way to ecstatic spasms of pleasure.

The pain and torture that wracks my body’s momentarily forgotten in the aftermath of climaxing. I let my sex-sated eyes wander over his body uninhibited.

“You’re the sexiest fucking man I’ve ever seen,” I say in a throaty whisper. A corner of his lips tips up. I reach for the bulge in his trousers, eager to pay him back, and he groans.

I swallow hard. “Let me… suck you off? Please, Tiernan.” God, it’s the least I can do after all he’s done, and I’m literally dying to get a taste of him. “Please.”

He unfastens the cuffs, eying me.

“Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Mmm,” I say, pushing off the bed and falling to my knees in front of him. “I’ll be… I’ll do whatever it is you want me to.”

‘Good girl’ is hard for me. No one’s ever called me that before, and I don’t know how to handle it. It makes me feel dirty and wicked when he calls me that, because it’s a name that doesn’t belong to me.

He swallows hard. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I bloody well have to,” I say, frowning at him. My voice cracks. “Please. I need to. I need to thank you somehow.”

In my mind, I whisper the words I can’t say out loud.

Let me do this before the demons come back.

My heart thunders when he fists my hair, my long blonde curls wrapped around his large, strong fingers.

“Christ,” he grates, all semblance of gentleness gone. “Wanted to do that for fucking ever.”

He… did?

My heart thunders, and this time it isn’t a fight or flight symptom. It isn’t my body begging for another hit, or my blood pumping through my veins in protest. This time, my response is instinctive and eager, and my mouth waters at the prospect of what I’m about to do.

“You… wanted to pull my hair?” I ask. My eyes meet his, and his grip tenses, sending pain prickling along my scalp.

He jerks my head toward his cock, his eyes focused on me.

“Fucking yes. Now take me out.”

I’m trembling with anticipation as he guides my head toward his thighs. My fingers fumble at his waist until his trousers spring open. I swallow hard as I reach for his cock.

I’ve wanted this. Oh, God, I’ve wanted this, to please him, to taste him, for this intimate connection that went beyond what we’ve had here in this room, our time together little more than patient and ward.

His cock is stiff and thick, a dot of precum on the very tip making my mouth water. He yanks my hair and drags my mouth toward him.

“Suck it,” he orders. He’s held himself back now for days, but it seems he’s ready for more. Now that he’s unleashed himself on me, there’s no holding him back.

I eagerly open my mouth and take his length in fully, relishing the way he moans, his voice thick and affected when he groans, “Yes, babe. Just like that. Christ, yes, baby.”

Baby.

Babe.

Oh, God, I like that. I like that a lot.

I run my tongue along his veined length, eager for every sound he makes, when he yanks my head back and forth. He thrusts his hips, controlling even this, fucking my mouth like he’s wanted to. I fucking love it. My eyes water, and I gag, but he doesn’t stop. I relax, letting him fill me with his length. I run my fingers beneath his cock and cup his bollox, making him groan and fuck my mouth even harder.

My own body teems with pleasure and heat as he thrusts and I suckle, until his body quakes, and I know he’s going to come.

“Take it,” he growls. “Take every fucking drop.”

I hold his gaze, smiling around his cock, as he drops his head back, groans, and comes. I suck him down, swallowing eagerly, his hot, salty essence marking me. I want this to be good for him, I want him to thank him for what he’s done.