Find Me Alastar

Alastar smiles the sexiest damn smile I have ever seen before he picks up my hand and kisses the back

of it. “She’s trying to win you over, Mother,” he mutters dryly.

“She’s doing a damn good job of it,” his mother cries and we all laugh out loud. “If you can get my

boy to return to Ireland, I shall worship the ground you walk on.” She laughs as she grabs my hand over

the table and squeezes it.

I love this family.

Hours later, it’s dark, and Alastar is standing next to me by the bed under the glow of the small lamps. His

parents have gone to bed downstairs and Alastar and I in our bedroom. It’s late. We have been making out

for a long time. He kisses me, all tongue, all dominance, and all freaking perfection.

His hand grips my behind as he rubs me forward onto his hard body, up and down, up and down. His

teeth stretch my bottom lip towards his.

“Twinkle,” I breathe as my eyes close. I wasn’t kidding before. I really don’t want to have sex in his

parents’ house.

His mouth goes roughly to my neck and he bites me almost violently. The room is deafly silent and the

sound of our breathing seems magnified. My head throws back in pleasure. “Alastar, your parents,” I

whisper.

“They love you,” he whispers against my breast.

I smile to myself like an idiot. “Good, because I love them.”

“I need you.”

My hands drop to the back of his head as he devours my breast through my nightdress. He bites me

hard and my body clenches in excitement. His hand drops, finding its way under my nightdress, and he

sweeps his fingers underneath my panties. I try to pull away.

“Alastar,” I whisper again. “Your parents.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, they want me to fuck you,” he murmurs into my breast

I giggle.

“Hard.”

I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my laugh. “Your mother did not tell you to fuck me hard,” I

whisper.

“Aye, she did. She’s a fucking sex maniac, too,” he whispers and I laugh out loud.

His strong finger slides into my body and it clenches in excitement. He hisses in approval.

“You smell so good. You need to be ridden hard, my love.”

My eyes roll back in my head. God, here we go. If he starts talking dirty, it’s all over. He can fuck me

on the end of his parents’ bed if he wants.

He lifts one of my legs to sit up on the bed and adds another two fingers inside me, and then he starts

to ride me. His lips take mine aggressively, and I can see his muscles in his shoulder flexing in the dimly

lit room.

I don’t know if it is the fact that I’m not supposed to be doing this, but my arousal just rocketed.

It’s going to be a long night.

Anticipation fills me as we drive along the country road. Alastar has hired a vintage sports car for us. The

top is down and he has told me he has a surprise for me. My hair is back in one of Alastar’s mother’s

scarves. I am having trouble controlling the wind thing; my hair is whipping around like nobody’s

business, and I hold on to my loaned scarf in a white-knuckle grip.

I cannot lose this scarf.

I cannot lose this bloody scarf.

Alastar glances at me sideways as he drives, grinning as he puts his hand on my leg. His happiness is

contagious and I feel like a woman from an exotic movie. Driving around the countryside of Ireland with a

beautiful man in a sports car and a scarf. Gosh, if all the dreary people from back home could see me

now. I am loving life. Please someone film this and put it up on social media somewhere.

“Where are we going?” I ask for the tenth time today.

“Nearly there.” Alastar smiles broadly. He’s loving this surprise thing, and quite frankly, so am I. Just

when I think this man can’t impress me anymore, he goes and pulls a stunt like this. We finally drive

around the bend and he pulls the car over. I frown. A huge sandstone building sits before us.

“What is this?” I gasp.

“It’s Ashford Castle.”