Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
KILLIAN
W hen she tells me not to play any games – hinting at when I withheld her orgasm – I think I’m going to explode in my pants for a second. My balls have never been this full, my cock pulsing with seed, my head soaked with precome.
The flavor of her pussy is absolutely delicious. Her hole kisses my fingertip with wetness as I gently push against her. Her folds are open for me, as if she’s waiting for my rock-hard dick. When I lick her clit, tasting her tanginess, her body vibrates like she’s going to let it all go at any moment.
I indulgently sink my hand into her round ass, massaging her thickness, her curviness, which I wouldn’t change for the world.
I want to look up and watch her tremble with desire, but that would mean taking my mouth away from her sex. There’s no damn way I’m doing that. I’m addicted to her taste, even her scent as it whirls around me. Her juices release the more I lick and touch.
Rubbing my hand all over her lips and her perfect virgin hole, I spread her wetness and soak my finger with it, then push into her entrance. Her moans grow more urgent as she grabs onto my head, sinking her fingernails in, gasping as she claws against me.
“Fu— Fuck , Killian.”
I pay special attention to her clit with my tongue as I slide deeper into her tightness. Her perfect wet slit clutches me tightly, like she never wants to let me go, like I’m Oisín and she’s Niamh and she’s telling me, with her sweet body, to stay with her forever.
Slipping my finger in deeper, I move it in small circles as I suck her clit, pressing my tongue firmly against her. She drags her fingernails across my head, clawing as if she can’t hold on, as if she’s going to take off with the force of the orgasm.
I can’t help it… she’s too damn sexy…
Letting go of her ass – but keeping the intense pressure on her clit and hole – I reach down and tear down my pants. My steel springs up and I immediately start stroking my aching length, spreading my precome up and down my hardness.
“Are you… touching… yourself?” she moans.
“Hmm,” I groan, my face firmly pressed against her perfection.
“Oh, fuck . Yes, yes, ye…”
She trails off into more guttural moans as I lick her clit eagerly, flickering my tongue fast, slipping and sliding my finger in and out of her slit. She shifts her hips as her orgasm gathers in her. I can read the signals of her body, her entrance growing tight and throbbing around my finger, her hips shifting up and down.
As her orgasm approaches, I slip another finger inside of her. She gasps and squeezes her thighs together, her thickness pressing against my face. There’s nowhere I’d rather be. I finger fuck her until she lets out a cry of pure release.
My hand moves even faster over my rod, selfishly taking more and more pleasure from this hot-as-fuck moment.
Once her gorgeous orgasm has passed, I stand, pulling my pants and my briefs down the rest of the way. She leans on her elbows, staring up at me with a shocked expression on her face, her honey-colored eyes wide and curious and excited.
Her voluptuous thighs are glimmering with her release, her luscious lumps slightly red from my kissing and touching. She looks at my manhood, biting her lip.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Don’t play games with me, beautiful,” I say. “I can see by that look in your eye, you’ve got an idea…”
She sits up, the movement causing her thickness to shiver for me. I love how her body sways with her movements, her curviness on display every single moment. My dick twitches, tension flooding in, almost pointing straight up because I’m so hard for her.
“Do you want me to?” she murmurs, reaching for my length.
“Are you seriously asking me if I want you to touch me?” I growl. “You’re the most beautiful and the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Lucy, you’re all I want. You’re the only one.”
She moans as she wraps her hand around my base, moving it up and down, spreading slickness over my needy steel. I growl, almost roaring like a beast. The motion of her hand slickly pumping up and down my shaft makes her body shudder.
I stare in awe, nearly losing it when she nervously leans forward and brings her mouth to my tip. She kisses me as she strokes, then opens her mouth and takes in my tip.
“Oh, fuck ,” I growl. “Oh, my God. Lucy…”
I might be the mafia king, but she’s in control as she sucks my head, then moves even lower, stopping only when she can’t take any more. She sucks up and down, her head bobbing.
“Touch yourself,” I snarl. “I want to see you playing with your wet lips. I want you to make yourself ready for another orgasm.”
“Hmm…”
She keeps moving her mouth up and down on me, her hand busily working between her legs. I can feel the pleasure pulsing through her body in the movement of her mouth on me, her sucking growing more urgent.
I stumble back, shuddering all over.
“I need to feel you wrapped around me,” I snarl.
“What if you’re too big?” she asks.
“I’ll take it slow. Lie back, beautiful.”
She shuffles down onto the bed, her legs falling open, her hands clawing at the sheets in anticipation as I climb on top of her. Holding myself up with one arm, I grasp my sensitive length and bring my tip to her perfection. She moans when I drag my head up and down her folds, then push it against her clit.
I shift down toward her entrance, gasping when I feel her slickness trying to pull me in, her tightness kissing my end. She grabs onto my shoulders, sinking her nails in.
I know she’s going to leave a mark. I want her to.
“Do it,” she whispers breathily. “Killian, oh, baby… do it. Do it.”
I push against her, feeling her walls spread, the tight heat so intense I almost lose all control and hungrily glide all the way in right away. It takes all of my willpower to edge slowly into her untouched opening. I keep my eyes on her, knowing that I need to take it slow. Her first time should be special. I push with even more control, getting deeper and deeper into her sweet haven. She grips onto my neck, her nails jabbing into my skin.
“I love how your body shudders,” I groan. “Every time you twitch, your thick… ah, fuck… tits shake… for me…”
It’s difficult to speak as I thrust deeper. I look down so that I can watch myself slide into her, more and more of me disappearing into her perfect body. Her walls clutch onto me, the passionate fire of her lust telling me she never wants to let go. We belong together.
She slides her hands to my chest, sinking her nails into my pecs, staring up with wide eyes. “It feels so freaking good,” she moans. “I want you… all of you…”
I fall against her, kissing her on the neck as I slide all the way in. She moans in my ear, her breath warm, but mostly, all I can feel is her tightness clasping with boiling pressure around my base, squeezing, caressing the seed from my length.
Gliding out of her slowly, I sink my teeth against her neck as gently as I can. She rakes her fingernails down my back, her hips twitching as if she’s begging me to go harder.
My next thrust makes the bed squeak, and she gasps, tugging on my back.
“Yes, yes,” she moans.
The mafia king in me, the beast inside, the demon I’ve tried to fight all my damn life. It bursts out when I hear her say that. I glide in even harder, savoring the feel of her heat, and then we writhe together. We become one being, melting into each other, consuming each other.
“I need to watch… your tits… shake for…”
“For you,” she moans as I plant my fists on the mattress and lean up.
“Fuck, Lucy,” I roar in shock and desire when she moves her hands to her plump breasts, pushing them together, sinking her touch into her beautiful flesh.
“You like… that?”
“Yes, yes,” I snarl. “Fuck, fuck.”
I slip out of her and then slide in even faster, pushing my steel deep into her tightness, then sliding out until her opening kisses my very tip, then pushing in again. Every inch of my length aches and burns. I almost lose it when her eyelids flutter and she gets somehow tighter.
“You’re close,” I growl.
It’s not a question, but she nods eagerly, pleasure coursing across her face, captivating every inch of her. Her hands fall to her sides as I watch the best show any man could ever have. My lucky charm opens her mouth, letting out songlike sighs of release.
I look down at myself, groaning when I see thick whiteness coating my length, her release smoothing up to her folds and spreading over her as I drive into her again and again.
“I’m going to fucking lose it,” I confess.
“I want you to.” She gasps. “Anything – you want.”
“Anything?”
She bites her lip, nodding, a glint of danger in her eyes. “Anything.”
I slide out, then grab her hips. “I need to see your ass when I come. I need to see your thickness. And look over your shoulder. I want those honey-colored eyes watching me when I explode inside you.”
I flip her over, and she climbs to all fours, looking at me with her gorgeous red hair falling wildly across her back. Her ass is round and thick and more tempting than I can even process. Her eyes fix on me as I bring myself to her, then drive in.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I growl as I slide into her body, all the way to my base, her globes flattening against my abs.
I stare down at her gorgeous body, then slip out, then slide in, and then it’s like I’m hypnotized. I glide in and out of her body harder and faster, her ass bouncing, her moans driving me closer and closer…
“Come inside me,” she moans.
“Lu-Lucy,” I gasp.
“Do it,” she goes on. “I want to feel it. I want to feel yuh-you…”
“Ahhhhhh.”
I collapse against her, my torso flat against her back, reaching around so I can massage her breasts as I empty myself inside of her. Wave after wave of hot seed explodes out of me, every inch of me burning, my length sizzling most of all as pleasure bursts from me.
I bite onto her shoulder as my release fades, then stay like that as my manhood finally wilts. She falls onto the bed, rolling over. I pull her to me so we lie face to face.
She smiles, lighting up the room. My life, my heart. “That was freaking… everything,” she whispers.
“I know what you mean. It was everything I dreamed it’d be, too. Hell, I’m getting hard again already.”
She laughs, sounding intoxicated by what we just did. “Easy, tiger. I think I need some time. You felt so big… but I couldn’t believe how good it felt after a minute.”
“I was worried I was going too hard at first, but then I felt your hips twitching and your body pulsing for me.”
“Pulsing?” she whispers.
“I could feel how close you were getting to a release,” I tell her.
“That’s hot… that you can read me through my body.”
“And we’re only just beginning,” I say, kissing her on the cheek. “We’ve got a long, long time for me to learn even more ways to make you shiver all over.”
“What happened to only living in the here and now?” she whispers.
“I want you, lucky charm, not just for tonight, not just for the moment. I want you forever. Ever since entering the bakery, I’ve desired that, despite my attempts to resist. I need you, a stór .”
I almost say I love you . But I can’t go that far, not yet, not until I take care of Owen and Uncle Frank. Not until I know for a fact, I’m going to make her my queen.
“I need you too,” she murmurs. “I’ve been alone for so long, I thought I preferred it… But that changed the second you walked into the bakery.”
“I need to give you one last chance to back out,” I say.
“What the heck are you even saying?”
“Something I don’t want to say,” I tell her. “But something I have to. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t give you the choice.”
“What choice?” she snaps.
“Being my mafia queen will mean there’s always a chance our lives could get violent again. There’s a chance there will be more fires, more gunshots, more terror… I’ll do my best, every single day, to keep you safe. I’ll take bullets for you. I’ll let nothing happen to you. But… but it’s the reality of the life.” I let out a trembling sigh. “I could lie to you, angel, but I refuse to do that.”
“If I told you yeah, it’s too scary – if I told you I can’t handle it – would you be able to handle that? Living your life without me?”
I smooth my hand down her arm to her Claddagh ring, gently caressing it. “It would tear me up,” I snarl. “I’d never be happy. I’d live my life on autopilot, doing what was necessary to keep this city safe and sane, to keep the traffickers out, to keep us on the right track…”
“You need your lucky charm,” she whispers, bringing her lips to mine. “I’m ready to be your queen. I’ll even bake us some pastry crowns to celebrate.”
When she laughs, I feel my ice walls melting, my resolve draining. I laugh with her, stunned by how easy it feels, stunned by the closeness and the love.
But I can’t get carried away, not yet.
This could still blow up in our faces.
“Have you eaten?” she asks.
“You know I have…”
She giggles, nudging me. “Ew,” she says. “You know what I mean.”
“Why don’t I order us some pizza?” I say. “Don’t worry. They’ll deliver it to security. They’ll bring it up. We can veg out in bed, and then I’ll hold you until we fall asleep.”
She lays her cheek against my chest. “That sounds just about perfect.”