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He takes off his shirt and I reach up to touch his broad chest and let my fingers slip down to the waist of his jeans. He smiles and asks, “Do you want to see my cock, little one?”
“Yes,” I respond and he stands up and removes his jeans.
When he returns to his knees he slaps my nipples with his hard cock then straddles my chest and places it between my breasts. “I could tit fuck you forever but then you wouldn’t have any fun,” he tells me. He lays down beside me and tells me to sit on his face. I do as I’m told and shiver when I feel his tongue inside me. I grab his cock firmly in my hand and place the head in my mouth. He places his hand on the back of my head and pushes me down so that I take more of his shaft in my mouth and I fill my mouth with his giant cock. He whips my clit with his tongue until it swells and throbs sucking the sensitive spot until I quiver and spasm on his wet face then he redirects his attention to my ass. He licks my tiny hole and slips the tip of his tongue inside it. It feels so good that I want him to explore more of me so I take his cock out of my mouth and say, “Deeper, daddy.” He slips a finger in my bum and I writhe against it.
“You want more?” he asks.
“Yes, please,” I reply and he thrusts a second finger into my hole. I pump against his hand as I suck his cock and taste the first salty droplets of his spend on my tongue.
“Baby, do you want me to fuck your ass?” he asks.
I pause for a second unsure if I can even take his cock inside me but he reassures me by saying, “I’ll go easy, baby. Just relax.”
I lay on my stomach and feel him caress and kiss my bottom. He licks my tiny hole and then slips his fingers back inside me. I lift my bottom in the air and take them deep writhing with each stroke. When he thinks I’m ready he rubs the tip of his cock against me and I moan as he taps the tiny nerve endings that I never knew existed. I’m getting a rush from his attention and prepare myself for him to slip inside me. I’m surprised at how easily he enters me. He goes in deep then pulls out and renters me with about half his length and takes me in slow, hard strokes. He places his hands on my back pressing me down on the soft rug and asks, “Is it good?”
“Yes, daddy,” I respond in little more than a whisper because I’m lost in this new sensation. It’s taboo and naughty but it feels so good I think he might just make me come.
“You’re so tight, little girl. I like fucking your little ass,” he tells me and his words make me even hotter.
“More, daddy,” I whisper and he gives me more of his length.
“I’m gonna come soon,” he grunts.
“Take me with you, please,” I gasp and he pushes me down on the floor and uses his knees to push my legs tightly together. I can feel him everywhere now and as my pussy rubs against the fur rug, I feel my juices start to flow. I cry out as my stomach tightens and the first orgasmic waves rush over me. It’s too much for him to take and he spills his load inside me.
He collapses beside me and I wipe his sweat-covered brow before wrapping my arm and leg around him and placing my head on his chest. I fall asleep while he strokes my hair.
11
Saint Patrick’s Day
Dex
The Saint Paddy’s parade is set to start at 2:30 in front of the Shamrock Lodge and head eastward toward the pub. As a local business owner, I have a reserved spot in the viewing stand in Saint Peter’s Square. I usually give my reservation to Bryce for his niece and nephew but this year I’m going to watch the parade with Daniela so she and I work the lunch shift.
The locals are out in force today and many stop in for a pint while their wives and kids enjoy the festival. I hug Daniela and tell her that she really is my lucky clover. We were never this busy on parade day before she got here. She looks smashing in a green silk blouse and white shorts. Her hair is pulled up with little strands framing her beautiful face. She walks past me on her way to the kitchen and I slap her on the ass. She turns and flashes me that bashful smile that I adore.
There’s a ruckus starting near the billiards table and I turn my attention there. Two big blokes who look like they started celebrating too early are bumping chests and exchanging obscenities so I make my way across the pub to confront the situation. One of the boys who looks to be in his early twenties sees me coming and pushes the other bloke aside to face me. We’re eye to eye and I tell him, “We’re not gonna have any trouble in here today, boys. If you can’t settle your problem with civility, you need to leave.” The big boy huffs at me and says, “Pft, whatever,” and I clench my fists at my sides. If he bucks, I’m ready to pounce.
Daniela sees the altercation and tries to step in. “Hey, today’s supposed to be fun. Why don’t you guys have a pint on me and get back in the spirit.”
“Ya need your Yankee side piece to fight your battles for ya?” the boy asks and even the man he was fighting lets out a laugh at my expense so I grab each of them by the head and slam them together as hard as I can. The smaller lad drops to the floor but the larger one grabs onto the billiards table and steadies himself.
“We can fight, and I will mop the floor with you or you can leave, now,” I tell him and he stumbles toward the door. The other blokes' friends collect him off the floor and they leave right behind the first.
Daniela is standing beside me shocked by my quick response and I turn to her and say, “Don’t ever get involved in something like that again. It’s not your place and if he insulted or assaulted you I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.”
She’s panic-stricken and tries to apologize but I’m not sure that she understands what I’m saying so I grab her by the arms and tell her, “I would kill for you, little girl! Do you understand that? If you don’t want me to lose control stop putting yourself in harm’s way.”
“I said I was sorry,” she says with eyes pleading for my forgiveness.
“I know,” I reply. “It’s just that I’ve never felt this way before for anyone and I would do anything to protect you.”
She smiles, trying to push back the tears that are beginning to form in her eyes. She checks the time and says, “If we’re going to the parade we need to get moving.”
I’m on my way back to the bar and see that my pops has been standing near the door watching the whole scene play out. He shakes his head at me and approaches the bar.
“I see some things don’t change,” he tells me. “That’s why I wanted to sell this place. I didn’t want my only son to spend the rest of his life as a bouncer.”
