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Irish was so wet that Slick entered easily and with a groan. Her walls pulsed around him, tight and tense, as Irish began fucking his brains out.
“This is me in control, bitch,” Irish moaned as she slammed her hands onto his chest and set a pace that almost made Slick’s eyes cross. Her pussy banged against his groin as she rubbed herself against him.
Slick was big and usually took time to prepare a woman, but he saw the awareness of the pain his size caused and knew Irish got off on that. He reached up and twisted her nipples, squeezing them a little, and Irish responded with a pelvic slam that would have made any other woman cry out.
Instead, he noticed the fire stoking and pinched her nipples harder, and Irish screamed her release into the room. Slickfought to get control of himself. He wanted the truth and wanted to punish her. If he came, she’d win.
As Irish rode out her orgasm, he waited and then gripped her hips and slammed her onto her hands and knees.
Irish mewed at the loss of his dick and yelped as he landed two hard slaps on her butt.
“Give me your cock,” she demanded.
She lowered her shoulders to the bed and arched her back. Her ass was presented to him, and Slick groaned. He rubbed his dick along her folds, revelling in her wetness. He slapped her ass again before shoving deep inside her. At this angle, she was under his control, and he knew it.
“Tell me,” He demanded.
“Fuck me! I want all eleven inches of you!” Irish retorted as she clenched around him, squeezing him tightly. Slick was kind of impressed. She’d guessed his size correctly.
Slick thrust again. “Tell me!”
“No!” Irish snarled.
Slick slammed into her and slapped her ass at the same time.
Irish let out a sharp cry as wetness gushed around his cock.
Oh, his little bitch liked that.
He lent forward as he began fucking her with abandon. One hand slid and cupped her breast, and he squeezed it tightly.
Irish responded with a cry of pleasure, and Slick pinched her nipple hard. She became wetter, and Slick could not stop himself. His hands gripped her hips, and he started hammering into her.
Her cries turned him on even more. Irish fucked as wild as she lived, and he loved it. His sole focus was on her and her enjoyment.
“Tell me,” he roared and gave her ass an almighty crack.
Irish jumped in his arms as she came hard at the same time he did. Her walls convulsed, and he spilled inside of her. Slickkept coming, roaring his pleasure as Irish screamed hers. They were loud and did not care.
Slick finally thrust once more. Then she wrung the last drop from him, and he sagged against her ass. His hands rubbed the redness there, soothing it, but the marks delighted Slick.
“Next time, I’m doing you,” Irish declared, sounding sated.
“Tell me.”
“Okay.”
Slick didn’t preen as he pulled away from her and dumped the condom in the trash can. Irish leapt from the bed and strolled her red, naked ass over to the tiny bathroom. A few minutes later, she returned and threw him some tissue to clean himself off.
Sheepishly, Slick slid his jeans off fully and lay down in bed as Irish sat next to him. Slick tried to pull her down for a cuddle, but she resisted.
“I don’t do that shit,” she snapped, and Slick felt something snap inside. No, Irish would never hug or want closeness after sex. That wasn’t her way. But Slick knew one thing: he cared for her almost as much as he did for Summer.
Only, Irish was not his ideal lady. She could not give him the love he craved. And his heart broke. Once for a woman he wanted and couldn’t have and twice for a woman he could have but wouldn’t offer him love.
What a fuckin’ shitshow.
Chapter Eleven.
