Maeve
I didn’t know what to say or do. Patrick was staring at me, and everything in his voice and manner was screaming at me, saying that he was nothing but sincere. I’d fought hard for the last two months not to give in to his attempts to get in my good graces. I’d been angry at his dismissal of my healing abilities and his attempts to get me in bed. Never had I thought he wanted me forever. Men like him didn’t go for women like me. I didn’t have money or fame, and while I knew I was attractive, I wasn’t a beauty queen or a model.
As I stared back at him, I saw what looked like absolute honesty in his eyes. I took a deep breath and stepped off the figurative cliff. I sent up a prayer that I wasn’t making the worst mistake of my life. I reached up and placed my hand behind his neck to pull him down to me. Right before my lips met his, I whispered, “I’m yours. Don’t make me regret this, or I’ll turn you into a toad.”
Laughter burst from him. Then he moaned as his mouth consumed mine. I’d never had a kiss like this. His tongue and teeth took over my mouth as his hands gripped me flush against him, and he ran them up and down my body. As he did, I could feel his hard cock digging into my stomach. There was movement, and then the bed met my back. He broke our kiss.
“ Leanbh , baby, I need you. Tell me to stop now, or I’m not going to be able to,” he groaned.
“Don’t stop.” I pleaded.
Eager and slightly shaky hands tugged my top up and then off. He stared at my bra-covered breasts for several moments before he took that off, too. His hands cupped my aching breasts as his thumbs stroked back and forth over my nipples, making them rock hard. My breath hitched when he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth. I clutched him closer as he sucked and nibbled on my nipples, and his other hand kneaded the other one.
Bolts of fire raced through my body, and all of them were centering in my pussy. I was wet and aching there. I’d had sex before, but I’d never been this aroused, even during the main event. I usually had a better release when I gave it to myself. I had a feeling that tonight, that was about to change.
Patrick let go of my breasts, breaking my trance. I watched as he stood up and then tore off his shirt. He revealed a broad, muscular chest covered in fine dark hair that tapered to a thin trail that disappeared under the waistband of his pants. As soon as he took off his shirt, he kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. He peeled off his pants along with his underwear. He stood up after removing everything, and my mouth went dry. His more than impressive cock was standing up proud and begging me to touch it.
He was long and thick, and the faintest shine to the head told me he was very aroused. I licked my lips in anticipation of having all that in my mouth and then my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together to help with the ache. I’d never looked at a man and wanted him like I did Patrick.
“Don’t look at me like that and expect me to control myself, Maeve. I want you more than any woman I’ve ever met.”
“Nothing is stopping you from taking me,” I told him.
“I want to make one thing clear before I strip the rest of those clothes off and feast on you, mo grá. If we do this, then you’re mine. You’ll marry me and have my children. You’ll share my bed for the rest of our lives.”
I was thrilled and scared to hear him say this. I swallowed the knot in my throat. “Will we be exclusive, or will I be expected to put up with you sleeping with other women? Because if it’s the latter, the answer is no. I’m not going to share my husband with anyone.” The thought that he might expect that had me trying to stand up. Maybe I should think this through more.
He gently pushed me back on the bed and then crawled up to straddle me. He lowered his head and hissed, “My cock and everything else I am or own will be only yours.”
As his eyes held mine, he undid the buttons on my shorts. I lay there and let him unwrap the rest of me. The groans of pleasure coming from him and the whispered words of praise told me he loved everything he was seeing. As soon as I was naked, he shifted so he could push my thighs apart, and he crouched between them. Any thoughts of me getting to touch him flew out the window as he began at my mouth and slowly, methodically, and thoroughly kissed, licked, sucked, and teased his way down my body. By the time he made it to my dripping wet pussy, I was almost mindless with need. He inhaled and licked his lips. He looked up at me.
“I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste you, Maeve. You smell so damn good.”
When he finished talking, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue from my entrance to my clit, where he stopped to suck hard and flick it with his tongue, then he licked down again to thrust his tongue in and out of my pussy, showing me what I had to look forward to. A small scream was torn from me.
The next several minutes were consumed by him eating my pussy, unlike anyone I’d ever been with. He made me come twice, and they were the best orgasms of my life. I was barely coming down from the second one when he grabbed both of my hips and hoisted my ass off the bed. He lined up his cock with my opening and notched his head there. His eyes sought mine.
“Are you ready?”
“What about birth control? I’m not on any. You need to use a condom,” I had enough brain cells left to tell him.
He shook his head. “No, I won’t put anything between us. You’re my wife. If we make a baby, then so be it. I’ll take all the children you’re willing to give me. Will you let me inside of you bare, the way I’ll always want you?”
My mind scrambled to decide: Did I want this? Was I prepared to be a mother? The only answer I got back was do it . I nodded.
Seeing that I’d agreed, he slowly sank into me, making sure I felt every glorious inch of him massaging the inside of my pussy. It burned a little as he stretched me, but I didn’t care. The pleasure far outreached the bites of discomfort. By the time he was fully inside, I was feeling like I was on the edge of another orgasm.
“Jesus Christ, you feel…” His strained voice petered away.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. The need, the lust, and maybe even something else radiated from his eyes. He drew back and then slid back inside me again, ripping a moan from me. I was so full, and he felt beyond amazing.
His mouth devoured mine again as he set a punishing pace. He was hammering away inside of me, and I couldn’t catch my breath to tell him to slow down. No one had ever taken me like this. It was raw, hard, fast, yet almost loving as he powered his big cock in and out of me, making me climb that pinnacle to release again. Sweat coated both of us, and our breaths were loud pants. His fingers dug painfully into my hips as he held me still and took me.
Each time his hips grazed my aching clit, I moaned. Bolts of lightning were racing through me. My nipples were hard peaks, begging for him to touch them. It was like he knew what I was thinking because he took a moment to lower his head and suck both of them. More wetness slipped out of me. Patrick paused, then pulled out of me.
“No!” I cried out. Why was he stopping?
“Roll over and get on your hands and knees, mo áilleacht , my beauty. I need to be deeper. I need to touch your soul,” he growled.
I rolled over and shakily got on my hands and knees. He pushed my upper body to the mattress, then grabbed my hips tightly as he powered back inside of me. A small scream was torn from me. He was so much deeper. He growled, and unbelievably, he stroked faster. I whimpered as his mouth skimmed down my spine, and he paused to kiss and bite my skin.
I was so lost in what he was making me feel that the first blow took me by surprise. His hand smacked my ass, causing a burning pain to shoot through me. I gasped and jerked my head around to look at him. He had a wolfish look on his face. “Ahh, my mo leanbh , likes that, don’t you?”
I stubbornly didn’t answer. I’d never had a man spank me. I wasn’t sure if I should like it or not. When I didn’t answer, he did it again. As his hips pumped into me harder, he rained more slaps down on my ass cheeks, causing them to burn and for flames to grow bigger inside of me.
“Tell. Me. If. You. Like. This,” he growled as he spanked my ass pink.
I could feel the heat coming off my ass. The slipperiness between my legs had increased and was running down my thighs. I swear his cock felt like it had gotten even bigger. I tried to hold out, but I couldn’t. I broke. I slammed back to meet his thrust, and we both moaned.
I rode his cock as I whispered back, “Yes, I love it.”
His howl of triumph echoed around the room. His hands gripped my hips and jerked me back onto him. That was all it took. I came, and it was blinding how much pleasure rolled through my body. I screamed his name as I came, squeezing the hell out of his cock. He roared as he jerked and came inside of me a couple of strokes later. The warmth of his cum filled me.
When I was done coming, I collapsed onto the mattress. Astonishingly, he rode my body down, never losing contact, so he could shift and curl himself around me without his cock leaving my sore but deeply sated pussy. His teeth sank into the crook of my neck. His growl filled my ear.
“You’re mine, Maeve. Now and forever. Tomorrow, we’ll go to meet our families. They’ll have to plan the wedding and make it fast. I don’t want one of those long engagements. I need you to be my wife as soon as possible.”
I looked at him over my shoulder. “Patrick, It’s too soon for that. We barely know each other,” I protested.
He was the head of the Irish mafia. He was expected to marry someone of his equal standing. That wasn’t me. Doubts flooded me. There was no way I’d be what he needed. The frown of displeasure on his face told me he knew what I was thinking. He pulled his softened cock out of me and rolled me on my back. He loomed over top of me.
“It’s not too soon. I know what I want, and that’s you. Don’t you want me?” I could see a hint of fear and hurt through his fierce glare.
“Yes! Yes, I want you, but what if your family and friends don’t think I’m right for you?”
“Then they can all go fuck themselves. There’s no way I’m letting the woman I love get away,” he declared gruffly.
His declaration of love momentarily stunned me. Then, I launched myself upward. Before my mouth landed on his, I whispered, “I love you too, Patrick O’Sheeran.”
As our mouths met and the passion inside of us flared again, I put my doubts and fears to rest. We were meant to be, and the hell with anyone who thought or said otherwise. Maybe he was the one to cast a love spell on me. I couldn’t wait to see what other magic the next fifty to sixty years would bring us.