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“Yeah. Actually, the Den was a belated wedding gift from my father to my mother. She always wanted to own a pub and was in the process of taking over her uncle’s in Ireland when they had to move back to the States. But my father wasn’t one to ever deny my mother something she wanted.” He was a volatile man, but when it came to her, he was a lovesick boy, always gentle, always kind. Makes me ashamed of the way I’ve treated Harlow.

“It must have been nice having a chef in the family.” She smiles softly, but a little forlorn. I make a mental note to figure out why later.

“Actually, she was a terrible cook. But poured a mean Guinness.” I chuckle softly. Her eyes raze the words on my side again, and my heart thumps nervously.

“And how do you say it in Irish?” I bite my lip and tug her on top of me, a hand on her hip and the other on her cheek.1

She straddles my hips as I pull her down to kiss me. I don’t know why I feel so nervous. I’ve almost died more times than I can count. There’s not a single day that I don’t do something reckless or dangerous. And yet, I kiss her like a dying man fighting for final absolution.

We separate, and there’s a demure smile on her face, her cheeks rosy and hot beneath my palm. She’s so fucking beautiful it physically pains me. “Keep kissing me like that and I might forget you’re ignoring my question.” She nips my nose. “Again.”

Through the thundering in my chest, I say the words that are imprinted on my heart. “A chuisle mo chroí.”She freezes, hearing the word I’ve been calling her. She exhales heavily, and I know she realizes that it's more than just a pet name, more than just a cute endearment. It’s me sharing with her the only pure kind of love I’ve ever known. The only good part of my heart. A part I often question still exists.

She begins rocking her hips with tentative movements, as if her body is subconsciously seeking mine. The slick from her cunt slides onto my cock, gliding her movements. “Say it again.”

I hold her hips tight against mine, increasing the friction as I sound out each syllable distinctly, “uh khush-leh muh khree.”

She attempts to repeat it back, lacking the proper guttural husk. Still, no words have ever sounded so sweet.

My cock thickens under her ass, and she lifts up to bring it to the front. She sits up and arches her back, pushing her pelvis forward to slide her pussy up and down my hard length. I hiss at the warm and tantalizing feel of her arousal.

“So fucking wet, baby. You feel so good.” She only whimpers in response as she grinds her clit on me. “Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock right now.”

Her heavy eyes drift to mine, already looking drunk with pleasure. “Not yet. I wanna ride daddy just like this.” She leans forward, planting her palms on my chest and rubbing down harder, ripping a moan from my throat. I fill my palms with her round ass, helping her pump up and down.

“Ah—yes—”She mewls, the sound snapping something in me, and I spank her ass with brutal force. She yelps but falls forward to provide me more of her ass to slap while she kisses me. A kiss that quickly turns into her biting on my lip, tugging it sharply with every spank.

“Such a good girl, taking it so well. Letting daddy spank you like a filthy little slut.” Her body twitches each time she passes over her clit, a beautiful little quake that makes my balls tingle, knowing she is pleasuring herself withmycock. I reach around to tease her entrance with my fingers.

“You want me to fuck myself on your fingers, daddy?”Fuck, she’s perfect.

“You know what to do,a chuisle.”

Her eyelids flutter as she thrusts back and onto my fingers, her pussy so tight and wet, welcoming them. She rides them masterfully, fucking herself on my fingers just like she said, while also grinding along my cock which is now sloppy with her wetness.

I suck one of her bouncing breasts into my mouth, pulling on a nipple with my teeth. She whines and tells me to do it again. I’m all too happy to oblige.

“Oh god…”she cries, and I feel her clench around my fingers.

“Are you gonna come all over daddy’s cock?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, the crease deepening between her brows. “Mhmm…” she whimpers desperately.

“Good girl, make yourself come. Come on, baby, use me,” I encourage as she thrusts more feverishly, struggling to keep her movement consistent and precise as her body begins to tremble. Her wet pussy sliding up and down my cock is bringing me to my edge too. Each time she glides down the length, chills ripple from my balls to my thighs, which are flexing under her, fighting the urge to lift her up and spear her down on my dick.

“Cash…Daddy…Fuck…”She stumbles over her words as her orgasm builds.

“That’s it, come for me, you fucking slut. Come all over my cock.”

“Ah!”Her inability to form words tells me it’s time. Her nails dig into my chest as her climax crests and I thrust a finger, coated in her slick, into her tight little ass. “Cash!”she cries, but then screams her release as her body pulses around me.

“Jesus Christ,” she sighs, satisfied as she collapses onto my chest, my dick still hard between us.

“You’re a fucking goddess,a chuisle. Afucking goddess,” I whisper against her sweaty forehead, brushing back damp strands of hair.

I feel the thrum of her heart on my chest, and I think,that heart is beating for me.

Just as mine beats for her.


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