Page 25 of My Irish Roommate

“Good because I wouldn’t let you,” I take her in my arms and kiss her on the top of her head.

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Ricki putsher head on my shoulder as we take the long drive back to Dublin. I tussle her hair and ask, “Did you have a good time?”

She sighs and says, “I’m just glad that things are coming together. All of the problems I was worried about have gone away.”

“That’s good, baby girl. I told you not to worry.”

“As long as I have you, I have no worries. You make me very happy.”

“Remember what I told you earlier?” I ask.

“What?” she peers up at me.

“When we get home, you’re going to make me very happy,” I grin.

“Considering how well you handled my mother’s cold shoulder, you can do anything you want to me.”

Surprised, I tell her, “I didn’t think you noticed.”

“How could I have missed it? She couldn’t have made it any more obvious. Thank you for putting up with her drama for me. And for accepting her non-apology in the end.”

“You’re a smart little girl, aren’t you?” I squeeze her body against me.

“I’m very smart but that doesn’t mean I don’t need my big, strong Daddy.”

I grip the wheel tight as all the blood in my body seems to rush straight to my crotch. There’s something about hearing her call me Daddy that lights a fire inside me. I see a pull-off in the road ahead and turn the wheel. I can’t wait any longer to be inside her.

The gravel pathway ends about six feet off the road. It’s likely a parking spot for local hunters. Since it’s not hunting season, I begin to feel a bit brazen. I put the car in park and kill the engine.

“What are you doing?” Ricki asks but I don’t respond.

I step out of the car and walk around to the passenger side. Opening her door, I say sternly, “Get out, baby.”

Confused by my sudden change in demeanor, she steps outside and asks, “Did I do something to upset you?”

Without a word, I grab her by the arms and spin her around, pinning her against the side of the car. I slip my hand under her dress and squeeze her sweet pussy. She arches her back and gasps as I rub her panties against her skin.

“You made my dick hard, princess. Now, you need to take care of that,” I whisper in her ear.

“How did I make you hard?” she whispers back.

I raise her skirt and slap her beautiful ass, “What did you call me?”

“What?” she pretends to be oblivious so I pull down her panties and spank her again.

“What did you call me?” I continue the interrogation.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she cries out and whimpers.

I rub her reddened ass cheek and then slap it again, “I said, what did you call me?”

“Daddy,” she cries and I sink my tortured cock inside her, sliding in easily because she’s soaked. My pelvis is pressed against her butt, and I pound her from behind. She moans when I trace the shell of her ear with my tongue.

Her cries of passion set a murder of crows to fly from a nearby tree. She digs her fingers into my thighs as I take her to the edge with hard, merciless strokes. It doesn’t take long before her whole body trembles and her snug walls clench around me. My balls draw up tight and I swell inside her. As I ride the wave, I fill her with hot, endless spurts.

This girl has awakened an animalistic hunger in me that I never knew was there. I’m out of control, and I like it. I haven’t felt anything this deeply since the last time I stepped out of the ring.

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