Fck of the Irish(15)

“Eamon!” I bit my lip as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy spasmed on his cock, drawing him in deeper with each stroke. He put his forehead on mine and stared down to where he entered me again and again.

“I’m going to coat your pink pussy in me,” he gritted out.

I was too lost in my own sensations, coming back down from the strongest orgasm I could remember. He slammed me a few more times and then pulled out, his cock hovering over my pink folds as he lashed my pussy with his seed. It was warm, mixing with my own wetness. He grunted as he shot the last burst onto me.

Kissing my lips, he gently set me down and rearranged my panties. “Don’t even think of taking those off.”

“Eamon. I can’t go around with—”

“You will go around with your pussy covered in me. Oh, yes you will, love.” He glared down at me, which excited me even more. “And you won’t take these panties off until I decide to fuck you again.” He stole another quick kiss. “Lucky for you, that will be soon.”





Epilogue



Six Months Later



“Do I have to say ‘blarney’ a lot?”

Eamon laughed and squeezed my hand. We were whizzing through the streets of Dublin, far faster than seemed safe, in the back of a cab.

“I guarantee you if you say ‘blarney’ even once, my Da will think I brought home the village idiot of the Americas.”

I frowned and snuggled into his side. “So what should I say then?”

“Whatever you American women say. Like ‘nice to meet you, you silly Irish rube.’ Something like that.”

I giggled. “I’m sure that would make me plenty of fans.”

“They are going to love you. Just like I do.” He pulled my chin up to him and kissed me.

I ran my hand down his cheek to his shoulder, digging my nails in. He growled into my mouth and pulled me into his lap. His erection pressed into my ass.

“Look what you’ve done, love. We’re about to meet my Mum and Da and you’ve gotten me all stiff in me trousers.”

I grinned. “Well, what are we going to do about that?”

He looked to the driver and kissed me hard again. “We’re almost to the pub. You’re in trouble.”

He set me off his lap and adjusted himself in his pants. I was disappointed we didn’t get to go any further, but the cab was sort of gross. We pulled up outside a real pub, music and banter streaming into the night. Eamon paid the cabbie and helped me out. We walked in and Eamon waved to a table full of people but pointed to the back. The older man at the table nodded and winked at me.

“Come on. Let’s hit the loo. It was a long, hard trip, after all.” He pulled me through the people milling about. It was a lively crowd and a band played in the loft above.

The hallway at the back was narrow and long, leading to two bathrooms. He pushed me into the women’s room and chose the stall against the wall. I was so wet just contemplating what he would do to me.

“Hands on the wall, love. Bend over.” He unbuckled his belt.

I kept facing him and kicked my chin up. “No.”

“That’s my girl.” He grabbed my arm and whipped me around before grabbing the nape of my neck and forcing me to bend forward.

I reached out and braced myself on the wall. His fingers slid up my thighs and flipped my skirt up onto my lower back.

“No panties. Naughty little bit.” He slapped my ass and then skimmed his fingers down to my pussy. “Wet, love?”

“Maybe a little.”

He chuckled. “A lot. Just how I like it. Too bad I’m in a bit of a rush.” He pushed his cock head against my entrance and I sighed as he entered me.

He withdrew and slid home again before gripping me around the throat and pulling me up to him. He walked me forward so I was pinned against the wall as he surged in and out, slick sounds bouncing off the tile and back to my ears.

He held two fingers to my mouth. “Lick.” I did as he’d said, running my tongue along his fingers. He withdrew them before I could capture them in my mouth. But then those fingers were on my clit and all I could think about was the pleasure he was giving me. He got right to business pressing and rubbing the way he knew I liked it.

The outer bathroom door creaked open and someone shuffled into the stall next to ours. I moaned low as I approached my climax, and Eamon slapped one hand across my mouth.

His palm pressed against my lips and the thought of someone hearing sent me over the edge and I came with a muffled cry. Eamon was in my ear whispering what a dirty girl I was when he grunted and came, his cock kicking and filling me as the person in the stall over flushed and exited the room quickly.