Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (digital e reader .TXT) 📕

I looked to where Sean indicated with his head. Sure enough, there was Jim and Amy cozy as could be, sparks flying between them. I had the feeling they would be making out if Aunt Tricia wasn’t there. Though she seemed to be busy keeping Mr. MacBride away from the bar.

“Oh, there he goes again,” Sean said, as Brendan made another break for it. “I’m not even sure he knows what he’s doing.”

“At least he’s off the booze,” I said, trying to accentuate the positive.

“True. For keeps this time, I think.”

“Oh, what changed?”

“His sister laid down the law. Aunt Tricia said she would let him die in the gutter if he touched a drop again and that she would make sure his sons cut him out of their lives. According to Eoin, she’s been sticking to him like glue when he’s not at the sober-living facility.”

It seemed a bit drastic, but maybe that’s just what she had to do to keep him alive. Still, it was touching in a way. Sean and I had only been married for an hour, but I already felt like part of the family. They certainly treated me like I was.

“You want to sneak up to our room?” Sean asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

I giggled. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“Oh, a few things,” he said, gently squeezing my ass through my dress.

Hand in hand, we ran through the sliding doors, my white pumps in one hand, while Sean held the other.

“Hurry up,” Sean urged, jabbing the button for the elevator again.

“Come here,” I said, pulling him into a kiss, only broken when the elevator arrived.

We were still in the corridor when Sean scooped me up, carrying me all the way to the door of the bridal suite, which he opened with an impressive flick of his wrist.

“How do I do this?” he asked, puzzling over the fasteners on my dress.

“Here,” I said, undoing two of the bottom ones.

The dress was an old-fashioned design, like something from Pride and Prejudice, and had a complex system of fasteners running up the back. With some time and patience, Sean managed to get them all undone, easing the front of the dress down and massaging my tits as he kissed the back of my neck.

“That’s really nice,” I said, putting my head forward to give him more room to kiss and lick.

“You’re really nice.” Before long, I was out of the dress, the white stockings the last remaining element. Deciding to leave them on, Sean positioned me on the edge of the bed. Before I could ask what he was going to do, his intentions were made clear. His soft, wet tongue gliding lightly over my sensitive pussy, making me rise and moan with pleasure. He continued like that until I nearly climaxed. He backed off a little until I’d calmed down, then he went back in again, devouring my pussy until I screamed with sweet release, running my hands through his hair as I shook. Undaunted, he turned from heavy licks to light, gentle strokes focusing on the outside of my pussy as I came down and started to recover.

“Come here, you,” I said, pulling him down onto the bed.

With no resistance from my husband, I got up on all fours and took his cock deep into my mouth. I nearly got all the way down to his balls but had to back off at the last minute. I tried again and actually made it, Sean moaning his delight at my success. After a few more deep dives like that, I ran my lips up the length of his beautiful cock and started working the head. Attempting every trick I knew, and a few I was trying for the first time. I worked him to the edge several times before finally dropping my mouth to half-mast and going hard. Sucking my darling husband until he blessed me with his cum, which tasted as good as ever.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Always,” he said.

“You on top, or me?”

“First you, then, when you’re tired, I’ll take over.”

“I like how you think, husband.”

After stroking his cock with both hands to get him hard again, I eased myself down onto his magnificent member, the solid warmth slipping into me, pleasuring and comforting me like nothing else. Comfort was an underrated part of sex. It usually only happened with partners you could trust, but when it did, it was magical.

I put my hands on his chest as I pumped, working his cock in and out of my pussy, the change in leverage allowing for new depths and different angles. I didn’t quite get him all the way inside, but we sure did give it a good try, and getting there was half the fun.

Easing to a comfortable position, I started bouncing hard, bringing us both to orgasm, his cum filling my pussy, my inner walls holding him tight as I collapsed against his chest.

Sweet Sean held me and kissed me as I panted against him, his cock still deep inside my pussy.

The situation which had come to make me feel most whole. True to his word, Sean wrapped his arms around me and turned me over, so I was on the bottom, and he was dominating me from the top. At least, that was how it would have felt if we’d had a different dynamic. I’d never really liked guys being on top, but with Sean, I loved it. It didn’t feel like a loss of control but a new way to pleasure each other.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, Sean came down within kissing distance and started to move, working his cock deep inside my pussy.

“Harder,” I managed, between gasps of pure joy.

Right away, he started going a little harder,