Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Sinking my hands into her thighs, I lean back. "Not yet, Lucy."
"Oh, fuck, Killian."
I gently stroke my thumb against her clit, watching her tremble for me. She leans up, staring down with wide, gorgeous eyes.
"Every part of you was made for me," I groan. "Your breasts, the way they shake..."
"Ah, ah," she whispers, gasping. "Oh, oh..."
"Not yet," I snarl, slowing down the motion of my thumb.
"You're making me crazy."
I smirk. "That's the point."
Slowing down even more, I look at her gorgeous face, even more beautiful because she's fresh from the shower and not wearing makeup. A flush moves over her cheeks. When I take my hand away from her needy sex, she moans, shifting her hips.
I wait a few seconds, then grab her thighs and press my face against her. She lets out a cry of pure release when I suck on her clit, pushing my tongue against her, owning her.
"Now," I snarl between greedy tongue strokes. "Come. Let me... taste... you..."
She gasps as her hips move up and down, stroking her slick pussy against my face. I lick her lips and her clit, then her hole, tasting her juices as she gives in to her pleasure.
Standing up, I tear down my shorts, freeing my cock.
"Killian," she gasps.
"I need your perfect breasts. I need to feel them on my shaft."
"Whatever you want."
"I know," I growl.
"You're in charge, Don Killian."
"I know that too."
I straddle her, careful not to put my weight on her, then grab my dick and guide it to her breasts. I squeeze them around my shaft and start pumping. The sweetest part is the look on her face, the pleasure she's getting from it too, the gasps and the moans as I push forward and then slide away, moving over and over.
She smiles up at me. "No," she says. "You don't come until I say you can."
I smirk.
"I'm serious," she says. "I'm the queen—remember."
I pump my cock between her breasts. She wriggles her hands free from the ties—they were never tight—and pushes her luscious mounds together. My shaft blazes with heat.
"Not yet," she says.
"Fu-fuck," I gasp, struggling to hold on.
"Slow down."
"Lucy..."
"I mean it, Don Killian."
I slow down, my cock aching, my balls hard. I rock at a steady pace for a minute, and then she smiles. "Now, fuck my tits. Hard, fast. Fuck my tits and come on my chest."
"Arghhhh," I groan as she squeezes her breasts even closer around my pole.
I move quickly until I can't take it anymore, a hot stream of come erupting from my cock, spattering over her chest and neck. She moans, nodding as wave after wave of come erupts out of me.
After, I climb off her, step into the bathroom, grab a towel, and gently clean my seed away.
"That was wild," she murmurs, sitting up and taking my hand. "I love experimenting with you."
"I love when you get confident and sassy," I tell her. "That was so damn hot. But we need to be good... for now. It's so difficult to keep my hands off you."
"I think I need another shower," she says, laughing. "Want to join me?"
"So much for keeping my hands off you..."
"Are you sure I look okay?" Lucy asks as the limo takes us toward the bar where the swearing-in is taking place.
"Okay doesn't even come close," I tell her fiercely.
She's wearing a green dress with a matching green necklace, her red hair intricately woven in a soft braid. Her Claddagh ring glistens on her hand.
"You're beautiful," I tell her, reaching over and taking her hand. "You look like what you are—a queen."
"Thank you," she says. "I just don't want people looking at me and thinking, Why her?"
"Nobody is going to judge you," I say. "Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. You're the most attractive woman in the whole damn world to me. You're the funniest, the kindest, the most determined, the strongest, the bravest... and the luckiest."
"Are you trying to charm me?" she says, laughing.
Laughing with her reminds me that there's always going to be light to offset the darkness. The limo driver pulls up outside the bar, and immediately, one of my men rushes forward to open the door. I climb out and then offer Lucy my hand. She takes it, climbing from the car, her jewels sparkling.
I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her into the bar. Immediately, a hush falls over the room as we make our way to the long tables laid out at the front. Colm and Ronan are waiting for us, Ronan with a bandage on his face and a grim, determined twist to his lips.
"Ronan," Lucy says as we approach. "I'm so happy to see you up and about."
He smirks. "I would not miss this. I've told this stubborn ass for months that making you his woman would be the best decision of his life. It's good to see he's finally taken my advice."