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“Tell me your only worth is taking this fucking cock,” I commanded, smacking her bottom.

“I only exist to take Daddy's dick.” Her moans growing louder.

“Urgh,” I groaned. “And you take it so well. Look at my sweet girl,” leaning over to kiss her forehead.

Noticing the mirror on the wall, I readjusted her, making sure she could see her faces as I was taking her in any way I saw it fit.

“Look at yourself,” as I grabbed her face from behind, forcing her to look. “Look at this pretty face. This beautiful body. Daddy just can't help himself. He just has to have you,” I said, amazed by the dancing ripples caused by my thrusting. It was truly mesmerizing making love to a body like hers.

“Can I make my nightingale sing for me?” I asked, letting go of her hair to concentrate on digging my hands into her meaty hips.

“Use me, Daddy, I sing better when you use me good,” she cried out as I pushed her down on her shoulders and gave it to her good.

Tears of pain, tears of pleasure, ran down her cheeks as she reached for my wrists and I drove into her deep. “Daddy!” she cried, “Oh, Daddy,” throatier this time, hooking her ankles into mine. I felt powerful, invincible even. Because she was submitting to the real me, and not just the one that I hid.

Evidence of her body surrendering to me were all over my cock, a mix of clear and cream coating my length, proving that she had let herself go. I flipped her over, kissing her cheeks, tasting her tears and making sure she felt poured into even when I was treating her like a whore.

“I just have to see that pretty face,” as I kissed her, loving up on her, surprised when she got on top of me and slowly lowered herself onto my length.

“I want to makeyoucome,” she said, as she slowly rolled at first, allowing me to fondle and play with her nipples.

“You want to make Daddy come?”

“Mmmhmm…” she murmured, as she flipped her disheveled hair out of her face, and she leaned in to kiss me. The way this relationship behaved was proof that the better you were to her, the nastier she was for you.

“My sweet girl issogood at making Daddy come,” I growled, mesmerized by her salacious curves and excellent riding skills. I ain't never been fucked by a woman before. I preferred being in control, but this…this was kind of nice. A lot of lasses just sat there, but this one actuallylikedpleasing me. What more could a man ask for?

Couldn't believe this shite was temporary. It may have been my today, but I could picture it being my forever. Why did being with her have to feel so good?

Bracing myself, my body wasn't strong enough to withhold anymore, and it wasn't long before everything I had to give was inside her. “Oh fuck,” I blinked so hard, I was seeing those little floaters. I brought her soft body against my hard one, drained from the exchange of power.

Women like Pretty made strong men like me, weak. The power she had over me had me questioning everything. Including, when she was done with me, where would I go from there?

Twenty-Two

Paddy

I'll admit, it was hard prying myself out of the blissful night that Pretty and I shared, but we couldn't be in paradise forever. It was time to pick up the kid from Órfhlaith’s. Like his mum, I missed him when he was away. The kid was really growing on me. Imagine my surprise when we made it back to my sister’s and the whole lot was there like they were having some secret meeting or something.

Turns out it was because Cilly had smelled a bit of trouble, but because our spare enforcer didn't move quite like me, he didn't want to worry Queenie. So, he just made up some story about Órfhlaith wanting to help with the kids. It was a convenient time though. I needed to get things off my chest, and Pretty let herself get swept away after learning from Queenie that my sister made dresses.

“Good to see you, lad. Have a beer,” Tadhg suggested, as Cillian laid a few down on the coffee table, before sandwiching himself between me and Bellamy. As always, we went into our usual shite talking. We tried not to talk business at Órfhlaith’s, but it did come up occasionally. Only this time I was grateful to just stick to the usual.

“Everything good? You all right? You look like you got a bug or something?” Bellamy said with a slap to my chest. I suppose it was now or never.

“So, I've got something to tell you all. But before I do, I need you all to hear me with some understanding. Especially you, Cilly. This might put you in your feelings.” After a bunch of teasing and probing, I finished off my pint, relaxing in my seat as I broke the news.

“You know I don't usually kiss and tell, but for the past few weeks, I've been sleeping with my boss’ wife.” Tadhg, someone I never took for anything shocking him, had this wild look in his eyes, while the others almost choked on their drinks.

“You're sleeping with a married woman”? Cillian questioned, something I half expected from him. He was the only married one out of us, and surprisingly took pride in the vows he took. He and Queenie were in love; never once did he ever hint at ever wanting to step out.

“It's complicated,” I admitted, but I was grateful when Bellamy stepped in giving his experience and expertise on the matter.

“Been with a few married ones myself. You gotta be careful with them though. The beautiful ones, their husbands are usuallymad.”

“ThatI don't have to worry about. The man's not mad, just a poof. Before I learned that, I even fucked Pretty in front of him. The things going through my head fucking another man's wife while he watched was unreal. I felt powerful, like I was achieving something he was unfit to do,” I admitted.

Even with his focus being more on me, I was Pretty’s focus, and she never looked so beautiful submitting to me while she had free will of her own.

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