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“I'm not saying you should. Just know that you're the only woman I've ever let invade my space.” He assured before going out and gathering some firewood.

When Paddy returned, he looked so handsome and rustic. Snow still stuck to his clothes, a red nose from the cold and logs he later used to build the fire. Once it warmed up a bit, Paddy laid a blanket and a few pillows on the floor, making it inviting for us to sit by the fire.

We cuddled and kissed, kissed and cuddled. I was honestly content that it didn't lead to sex. Just being here with him and safe was just as good as any orgasm. Sometimes it's just nice to be comfortable and present with someone. In Paddy's arms, I felt like his whole world.

“So, assuming Iwantto go into the town we passed through tomorrow, what could we do?”

“Like I told you before, there ain't much to do. But there is a skating rink in town. The town’s small and simple though. So, expect some discomfort, maybe even a little pushback. The town may not be used to mixed race couples,” Paddy warned.

“That's okay,” I said, leaning in for a relaxing kiss. “With you there to protect me, I'm not really worried about a few close-minded people.”

Twenty-Six

Pretty

“Mmm…right there, baby. Please don't stop,” I cried, as I laid back and enjoyed Paddy’s tongue as he lapped at my pussy. I can't believe he's been the only one to ever do this to me. I feel like I've missed out on so much sexually, but damn did it feel so good.

The carnal blend of his fingers curling inside me as he tasted me was a toe-curling combination, an incredible sensation I didn't want to see end. But he was too damn good at it, too damn nasty. Something I didn't know I longed for until he showed me his darkness.

“Oh, baby, I'm about to come,” I whimpered, losing the battle to his determination and skills as a lover. I came all over his face and watched as he licked up everything his talent had left behind.

“Mmm…I thought I'd have more time with you,” he cooed, as he kissed me everywhere from my thighs to my knees before crawling on top of me, as I spread my legs wide for him and he entered me gently.

“Fuck,” he gasped, as he slowly drove in and out of me. Wrapping one arm behind his neck I held him, as I cradled hisgorgeous face with the other. He looked so handsome when he was inside me, especially since most times it was the only time he wasn't being fresh or saying something smart. He looked so sweet, so breakable, and to me that's when he was his most beautiful.

“You're so fucking hard, baby.”

“Mmm…because your sexy arse makes me hard. You see what you do to me? I know youfeelwhat you do to me.” I took his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling lightly until it graduated into a lustful kiss.

“Oh, Daddy, I want you to come inside me. Don't hold back for me, baby,” I pleaded as his thrusts became deeper, more feral and swifter. With his palms, he spread my legs, finding that position where he could find that extra centimeter that could go deeper.

“Oh, fuck, you want me to come?”

“Yes Daddy, I want you to come.” He tilted his face upward, robbing me of that sweat and flush in his expression when he was this close. I guided his face back to me and while usually he was a talker, in this moment words had escaped him, exceptions for gasps and moans. His brows furrowed, his teeth clenching as he lost himself to pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy's gonna come,” he growled, pressing into me deeper until calling out a final cry. Ever since he'd bared his all to me, the sex had been more intense, more loving, justmore. He leaned in and kissed me, slow and romantic, brushing his nose against mine before rolling over next to me and grabbing my thigh.

“I sleep so well when you're near me. But the easy access is the best part.” I pushed his hand away playfully, putting a barrier between us with the covers.

“Boy!Always joking!” A slight smile spread across his face.

“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me in for cuddles, as his fingers combed through my curly hair. “I wish you would wear your hair like this more often.” My neck snapped.

“What? And be out here looking crazy?” His brow cocked.

“Crazy for wearing your hair the way it grows?” He questioned, making me feel silly for even saying that.

“I guess I just never knew what to do with my hair growing up. Sometimes my mama barely knew since we had two different textures. The only thing we agreed on was that it was just easier to straighten it, so that just become my signature thing.”

“My brother's wife got curly hair too. It always looks nice,” he admitted, and he was right. Queenie did have beautiful hair.

“I don't know, I guess I always kept it straight because I never wanted to stand out. I just wanted to blend in.” He rolled his eyes and hmphed.

“Pretty, you can never blend in. Your hair is stunning when you wear it like this. It makes me feel like your beauty isextraspecial. I stare at you, and I know others would too, because it's different. Or maybe it’s because I'm white with straight hair.

“And Irish.”

“Yeah, but so are you,” He encouraged, and I'll admit it felt kind of nice that he was always embracing that about me.

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