Page 16 of Smooth As Whiskey

She moaned, “Yes, do that again. Fuck me, Irish, please.”

Her wish was my command.

I rotated my hips and slammed into her over and over and over.

Only then did I feel her pussy clench around my cock did I let myself go into the condom.

I stilled.

Feeling the orgasm shoot out of my cock and into her heat.

Then I had the sudden thought to forgo a condom... Jury hadn’t landed a single hit to my head... where the fuck did that thought come from?

I pulled out of her while shaking my head, tugging the condom off, tying it, and tossing it in the trash can.

When Sutton moved, somehow, she popped her body, and I got a view of that delectable pussy, fuck it.

I had my arm at her waist, lifting her body while walking us toward the wall.

Her legs went to the tops of my shoulders, her hands went to my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as I feasted on her pussy.

I swirled my tongue around her clit, as my hands squeezed her ass.

Just as I flicked her clit in random succession, she moaned, “Irish, fuck.”

I grinned into her pussy and repeated it, and I knew that if she hadn’t cared, the locks of my hair would have been pulled out with how hard she was gripping it now.

“Irish, I’m about to come,” I thought about telling her to let go, to give me all of it, but then I thought better of it.

I growled, “Not without me.”

And then I pulled my mouth from her pussy, lowered her body, pressed my mouth to hers, and in one swift move, I slammed my cock into her hot heat. And. I. Froze.

Holy. Fuck.

The way her pussy felt wrapped around my cock, my only thought was that I had died and gone to heaven.

Her pussy was so warm, sheathing my cock.

And I swear to Christ, it got even harder than it ever had before.

I gritted through my teeth, “Are you on birth control?”

She nodded, “Yeah, when I became a club girl officially, I had them install the implant. It’s good for another...” She didn’t finish.

Because of her words, I pulled out and slammed back in.

Groaning.

Moaning.

Gritting my teeth so hard it would be a wonder if I didn’t have a locked jaw after this.

I was pounding into her so hard now that slaps against my door could be heard.

But I didn’t slow, and Sutton paid them no mind.

Especially when she screamed, “Irish. Fuck. Yes. Do that again.”

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