The Irishman: Book 1 (For The Love Of The Irish)

by V Vee

  I laughed in delight. If I were any other woman, I would have been afraid, or startled by his words, instead, they simply turned me on. Then Andrew reached down and removed each of my six-inch heeled stilettos one by one. “Did you really think you would be able to wear these in your condition without your feet hurting?” He shook his head with a chuckle. Then he sighed. “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you. Bringing you to Ireland. Showing you the country of my ancestors and exploring this fantastic body of yours out in some Irish green.”

  I started to say something, but he gave me a look that made me shut my mouth.

  He then said, “However, I had planned to get you pregnant on our trip to Ireland, not have you already be pregnant by the time we got here.” He caressed my legs at the same time, bringing down my stocking on each leg and removing them. “I’m going to definitely make this night special for you.” He kissed my chest with light feather movements that made me burn in between my legs. “I plan to pleasure each and every part of your body slowly and thoroughly, making this night something you will never forget. I’m just going to have to save the flogger, rope, and ball-gag for another time.”

  I blinked at him in surprise, my mind trying to figure out if he was serious or now, but Andrew moved my legs so I would be able to straddle him, and he pulled me on his lap. He then got up and turned around and laid me flat on the bed. He positioned himself next to me and ran his hands from my neck down between my breasts to my pooched stomach. He then looked me in my eyes and said, “Because I’m not a complete ass, are you sure you’re not too sick for this? Because the way I’m feeling right now, once I get started, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop.”

  I’d gotten a little sick on the plane ride over and had spent our first few hours in Ireland with my head almost in the mother fucking toilet, while Andrew held my new hair out of the way.

  My $500 Remi Human Hair that I’d had sewn-in just before we left.

  Yes, the good shit.

  I took the hand that was currently rubbing my stomach and moved it south to a part of me that was always dying to feel his touch again, no matter how sick the rest of me was feeling. Bitch was thirstier than shit. When he started stroking me, I said softly, “I’m sure…” I brought his face down to mine so I could do what had become my favorite past time. Our kiss was slow and methodical, and the dance our tongues were doing matched to the rhythm of his fingers on my sex.

  He started off slowly, making slow circles of my clit. The feeling he was giving me was unbelievable and so good I needed to feel more. I started to crave the roughness he gave me before, so I started moving my hips, which brought on another sensation that, oh fuck, was driving me crazy…. I called his name softly and moaned as he kept moving his finger around and around while he kissed down my neck.

  When his finger entered me, his thumb continued its assault on my clit, and he claimed one of my taut nipples, that had grown larger and darker with the pregnancy, with his lips. I suddenly arched my body up as I felt a sensation starting to build within me.

  My body was screaming for him, my skin burned with anticipation for his lips to touch all of me.

  “Oh God, Andrew… Fuck… Andrew…” I felt it building. His finger moved faster and started applying pressure on my clit as he continued to move. I gripped his shoulder and his hair as a wave of pleasure fell over me. “Holy mother of….!” I cried out with force of a dam braking.

  “Yes, baby…that’s it, give me that shit! That’s what I’ve been fucking waiting for! Shit, that was so fucking sexy…Do you want to come again?” he asked me, and I shook my head.

  “I can’t… you can’t make me… Ohhhh Shit!” I screamed as another wave hit me instantly. Damn, I know everyone said that when you were pregnant that everything was much more sensitive, but with just two fingers, and a few strokes I was losing my ever-loving mind.

  Andrew pulled his hand from my panties and yanked down the garter and my thong and threw them somewhere behind him. He pushed open my legs and got in between them. “I love watching you come. You look so fucking beautiful. I wonder if you still taste as sweet as always after hours on a plane and an Irish shower.”

  I sighed as he started kissing down my stomach, then my inner thighs. I started to squirm as the first lick gratified my clit. I shot up from the bed as a new sensation then attacked my body. Gahtdamn, still? How the fuck was I still so damn sensitive? Andrew lightly pushed me back down as his tongue moved around the lips of my pussy, and I swear the moment he sucked on my most sensitive spot I started seeing stars.

  “Mmmm, just what I thought, sweet as candy, baby, so fucking good… Come for me again, baby, don’t hold back.” He buried his face in between my thighs again and pulled me closer. I grabbed anything I could as he continued to bring me to orgasm after orgasm after gut wrenching orgasm. I could do nothing but grab the sheets around me, the pillows, his hair, his shoulders. I swear I was digging my nails in his back, and he never stopped giving one of the most pleasurable feelings I had ever had. And the things Andrew was saying to me, telling me how good I tasted and how he couldn’t wait to be back inside me added together with the deep penetrating voice he was using, and I came apart that very moment. He said to me just as I came, “I can’t wait to bury my fat cock in your hot, wet pussy, Baby. Are you ready for me?”

  Andrew wiped his mouth on the side of my thigh and stood. I just realized he still had his pants on, but I could clearly see a very sizable hard on coming from the front of them. I watched heavily sated already as he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. I closed my eyes and felt the bed move slightly as he traveled up my body. He kissed my stomach and then moved to my already sensitive nipples. He fondled both breasts with his tongue before he moved up my collarbone to my neck. By the time he got to my lips, I was hot and wanton for more of what he was doing to me. He kissed me softly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him flushed up against me.

  He pulled back slowly and propped himself up on his elbows. I felt him hard and long on my stomach, and I started to wiggle with anticipation. He chuckled and smacked my ass.

  “So fucking thirsty for this cock, aren’t you baby?”

  “You fucking know it,” I told him.

  I felt him kissing my stomach, whispering something to our baby in Gaelic, then the next thing I knew he was back on top of me, and this time I felt the head of him at the mouth of my hot slit. I felt him move in and out slowly, but he continued to push inside me until he bottomed out inside of me. We both groaned in unison. As always, the fusion of our bodies bringing the both of us immense pleasure. Andrew didn’t move at first, he’d been extraordinarily protective since the moment he’d found out about the baby, even in the bedroom, allowing my body to fully adjust to the size of him, when any other time he would have wiggled and moved until my pussy conformed to the size and shape of his cock. Once he felt that I was ready, he finally moved his hips away from me then slowly moved forward again. I felt fuller than I did before, and when I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw he wasn’t even all the way in me.

  “Andrew, please…” I begged, the need and ache for him to fuck me, to do more than just the slow, gentle glide was becoming more than I could handle.

  “Fuck… okay, baby, just bear with me… Please…”

  He then bent down and started kissing me. I grabbed the side of his head as I felt him pull out almost completely, then back in again, inching closer and closer to filling me completely. Then he started a rhythm that started to calm the ravenous lusty beast that waited inside of my pussy, waiting to pounce on his dick, and I began to feel even more amazing.

  I moaned, and Andrew stopped kissing me and sat up a little. “Feel better, Baby?”

  I nodded. “Oh yess… please don’t stop don’t…” a wave hit me in that moment, and I called out his name and started moving my hips frantically, trying to chase the overwhelming feeling that threatened to drown me. Andrew as always was
true to his word. He made everything feel amazing just by the touch of his hands on my body, his soft lips and tongue caressing my nipples. Everything was just amazing.

  I felt him pick up his pace, and I knew he had to be all the way in when I felt his balls starting to graze me. “Fuck baby, I don’t know how long I can hold on… This feels so fucking good, baby, shit… your pussy is tight as fuck and so hot and wet and damnnnn….” He dragged out as he continued to move in and out of me slowly and tenderly. The pace he was going brought more pleasure than I ever thought possible. These fucking pregnancy hormones were awesome. “Yes, baby, just like that…” He breathed out.

  The moment I crashed headfirst into my orgasm, he came with me, and when I say that was one of the best feelings I had ever experienced in my life, I’m not exaggerating. Andrew collapsed on top of me and held me close. We both were breathing heavy, and our bodies were drenched with sweat. After a minute, Andrew moved out of me slowly and walked naked into the bathroom of our hotel room. I watched his perfect toned and defined muscular body as he walked, feeling drained and tired and still fucking horny…

  I was exhausted as fuck and knew that I’d probably be nauseous in another thirty minutes, and yet, I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted that feeling of him inside me again, filling me. I wanted to feel his body on top of me, and I wanted to hear his voice tell me how good I felt and how good I was making him feel. I wanted to hear him tell me that he loved me.

  I felt his arms move under me, and I realized that for all my horniness, I had dozed off. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my head in his neck.

  “I love you so much, K-Love,” Andrew whispered against the top of my head.

  “I love you too, Andrew. My Irishman,” I muttered sleepily back as I gave into the exhaustion that tugged at the edge of my consciousness.

  Chapter Twenty

  Andrew- The Irishman

  I stared at the picture of the 3-D sonogram Kyra and I had just gotten of our baby. We were having a boy. Kyra called him “Nugget” because while I wanted to name him Andrew Junior, she was putting up a fight. It didn’t matter, of course. When our son was born, he would be named after me. It was what I wanted.

  And I always got what I wanted.

  There was a knock on my door and I knew who it was without even turning around.

  “Come in, Ludwig.”

  The door opened and Ludwig stepped in. My most trusted Enforcer had just returned from completing an assignment in California and I wanted to give him some time to rest, but I couldn’t. There was something bothering me, and I needed to put him on it.

  I turned and pointed at a chair for him to sit. Once he had, I slid a file across the desk towards him.

  “I know that everyone is looking for Kyra’s sister, Charlene, and I appreciate that, but there was something else in that letter that has been nagging at me,” I started.

  “About the sex slave trade,” Ludwig responded with a nod.

  “Yeah.” I sighed in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair.

  Nothing pissed me off more than knowing that people I thought I could trust were doing shady and underhanded things behind my back. I wanted to find out everything I could about it. Who all was involved. Where the women were. Who had purchased them. Where they’d come from. Who was looking for them.

  And what I could do to make up for it.

  “I’ll do whatever I can, Boss,” Ludwig said.

  I nodded. “I know you will.” I tapped the file. “Start there. Her name’s Serenity. Heard she used to be one, but she escaped, but now she’s a stripper. Find out if it’s true. If it is, bring her here. We’ll give her a new life, make restitution and get information.”

  “And if she doesn’t want to come?” Ludwig asked.

  I quirked an eyebrow at him.

  He smirked at me and shrugged one massive shoulder. “Okay. She’ll come.”

  “Good man.”

  There was a knock at the door, and I glanced up, then smiled when Kyra waddled in. Though she hated the changes to her body, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

  “Ludwig,” she said.

  “Madam Boss,” Ludwig teased.

  “Asshole.” Kyra turned to me. “Baby, I want—”

  I opened up the small refrigerator I’d had installed to the right of my desk when Kyra started having cravings for different things. I held up a container of watermelon. She took it from me and smiled.

  “And do you have—”

  I pulled out the bottle of caramel from the cabinet on the other side of my desk and passed it over.

  “But I need—”

  I opened the drawer directly in front of me and whipped out a fork, handing it to her. Her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip trembled.

  “Can I—”

  I pushed back my chair and patted my lap.

  “Get out,” I said to Ludwig, not even looking his way as I welcomed Kyra into my arms. I settled her across my legs and helped her make her watermelon and caramel treat—disgusting if you ask me—just the way she liked it.

  She lay her head on my chest and sighed contentedly.

  “This is nice,” she sighed after a moment.

  “Yes, it is,” I agreed.

  “Still think I’m pretty?”

  “No.”

  “What?” Kyra sat up and looked at me, her eyes wide.

  “I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You get even more breathtaking every day. And knowing that my seed is growing inside of you? That you and I created a life? Damn baby, you have no fucking idea how much that shit turns me on.”

  She got a mischievous smile on her face and wiggled her ass on my lap, my cock growing hard beneath her.

  “I think I have some clue,” she said with a small laugh.

  “Don’t start something you know you won’t be able to finish.”

  “I can finish it!” She protested.

  I quirked an eyebrow and with a huff, Kyra put her empty container on the top of my desk—when had she eaten all of that watermelon? —and stood up. She began to peel down her soft pink maternity dress and I growled as the tops of her larger, brown breasts came into view. She wasn’t wearing bras anymore because she said they hurt, and I was not complaining. I jumped up and rushed over to the door to close and lock it. Since she’d discovered she was pregnant, Kyra was either eating, throwing up, or sleeping. It was as if her brain only needed to be made aware of the changes taking place in her body for her to start having symptoms. We hadn’t truly been intimate in two weeks.

  Okay, a week ago I was eating the hell out of that pussy. And she was enjoying it too. She squirted those sweet juices that I love so much all over my face and in my mouth and I almost came it was so good. But when I climbed up her body to shove my cock in that tight cunt?

  She was fast asleep on our bed.

  Just like she was now on the couch in my office.

  I chuckled and shook my head, picking up her dress and draping it over one of the armrests. I grabbed the blanket that I’d started keeping in my office just for these times, and covered her up with it, before bending over to place a kiss on her forehead, the waning sunlight catching on my white-gold wedding band. I smiled at the sight of it, and the matching one on Kyra’s. Then I frowned. She wasn’t wearing a diamond. I’d have to fix that.

  “I have to get you a diamond, Baby,” I murmured, kissing her lips, then standing to head back to my desk.

  “Make it a big one,” she answered sleepily before soft snores drifted up from her lips.

  I laughed and went to do exactly as she said.

  I was the Irishman and I always got what I wanted and what I’d wanted was Kyra. Forever.

  But she was the Irishman’s wife and her word was law.

  Epilogue

  Kyra- K-Love

  Leave it to Andrew to give me a bigheaded baby.

  “Push, Mrs. McCarthy!” The doctor told me.

  “If
you fucking tell me to push one more time, I’m going to get my gun and shoot you!” I screamed at him, but I pushed.

  “C’mon baby, you got this!” Andrew encouraged me.

  “Fuck you! Fuck your big Irish head and this bigheaded baby that’s ripping my pretty pussy!” I grunted. “Never again, Andrew! You hear me? Never again. Aaahh!” I yelled bloody murder as I felt my body being ripped apart from the inside out.

  “They always say that,” the doctor told Andrew. “Keep pushing, Kyra!”

  I kept pushing but I was getting tired. I wanted to stop. How the ever-loving fuck had Harper done this as a teenager? I was a grown-ass woman and I wanted to change my mind halfway through.

  “I change my mind. I change my mind,” I cried, clutching Andrew’s hand, my body twisting, insides clenching, pain surging and roaring like a beast through every cell and nerve-ending.

  “It’s too late now, Mrs. McCarthy. Just one more push and he’ll be here,” the doctor said.

  He was a goddamn liar.

  Oh, it was one more push for our son alright. He was a big-headed, red-haired, caramel-skinned boy who screamed as if every injustice in the world had been done to him in the first thirty seconds of his life. I thought he was beautiful. And though I would forever remember the pain of delivering him, the love I already felt for him overwhelmed it.

  But ten minutes later? When I felt that pain again and the doctor told me it was the placenta, but it turned out to be our daughter?

  Let’s just say the doctor and Andrew had both been lucky there were no weapons allowed in the hospital rooms. Her head, thankfully, wasn’t as big as her brother’s, but she had the same red-hair, the same caramel-skin, but she didn’t cry. I was worried but the doctor told us every baby was different.

  She was a surprise. A miracle. They both were.

  Just like their father.

  So, I gave in to him. Just this once. And we named them Andrew Junior and Andrea. But to me they would always be Nugget and Beansprout.