Riding Irish (8 page)

He lifted my hips and pressed me against his body. His tight, powerful muscles strained in his arms and he grunted loudly, moaning “Cat, you’re so fucking tight. You’re so fucking tight. I’m fucking you so hard.” He plowed into me with incredible force again and again. My breasts were bouncing from every impact, still tightly clad in my thin bra. My entire body was his and the more I gave myself to him, the more the intense pleasure welled up in me.

With every thrust the hardness of his body pressed against my clit. I ground myself against him every time he came close, aching for that feeling when he would pull himself back before driving into me once more. The wet slapping sound of our bodies coming together echoed through the small room. “Fuck me harder! Harder!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring if anyone in the world could hear us. I wanted it to be known through the world that I was his and that, for this moment, he was mine.

My second orgasm exploded from deep within my body without warning and I let out a loud scream followed by a nearly indecipherable moan of “I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh fuck yes fuck oh god!” as my body shook in his arms and beneath the solid pressure of his body. I clenched tightly around his cock and knew it would send him over the edge as well. His breathing became deeper and heavier and he rocketed himself against me with greater force than ever. I was still deep in the throes of my own orgasm when I felt him grip my hips tighter than ever with his hands and the warm flood of his manly fluids flooded into my body. I squeezed him tight, wanting to feel every drop of him inside of me, filling me with his energy from the inside out.

He slowed his motions and tried to catch his breath, releasing his tight grip on my body before pulling himself away and letting himself fall on his side next to me on the bed. He continued staring at me and smiling.

“You’re so fucking incredible,” he said and I blushed deeply.

I simply leaned over and kissed him fully on the lips. I could still taste myself on him. I loved that he tasted like me and I certainly smelled of him. I could feel his seed beginning to drip between my legs, still warm and thick with his potency. I ran my hand across his chest, tracing the letters of the large tattoo that I knew lurked beneath his tight black shirt.

In that moment, I was his and he was mine. The unseen presence of the tattoo reminded me that above all else, he belonged to the Druids. As we laid there on his bed recovering our senses, I knew I would do whatever it took to remain a part of his world and to make the Druids my family as well. He was a mystery and a danger, but he was my man and I would never let him go.

Ronan leaned over off the bed and grabbed his jacket off the floor. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit two of them, handing one to me. I hadn’t smoked since college, but suddenly it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. In this place – this clubhouse – things that had once
seemed naughty and forbidden were as normal as breathing. I took a long drag and gazed out the window. It was a clear night and the stars were shining brightly. From somewhere else in the clubhouse I could hear the pounding beat of loud music. Everywhere I looked, I was presented with stark contrasts. The idyllic beauty of the Irish countryside and the dangerous people I surrounded myself with seemed to work together to form a harmony I’d never expected. Ronan’s world was not my world, but I knew then and there that the harmony that would be created by our time together would be just as beautiful.

I tipped the ash from my cigarette into a beer bottle and pushed my arm beneath his broad shoulders. In my life before, I’d never truly felt safe. Here, amongst these criminals and vagabonds, I finally came to know real serenity.

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Angelica Siren is an emerging, young erotica writer. She likes to write hot and passionate stories for everyone, but especially loves making them for fans of the strange and the unusual. Angelica Siren never shies away from a topic - no matter how taboo! When she isn't writing, she is probably sipping a hot latte or gathering personal "research" for future books (inspiration has to come from somewhere)!

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are consenting adults 18 years of age or older.

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