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  “If you don’t put your cock inside me in the next minute I’m going to scream”, she moans.

  “You’re going to scream anyway.”

  Pussies are such wonderful things and Izzy’s has got to be one of the best I’ve ever had the fortune to explore. They are much more sensitive and much more complex than cocks, a million times more incredible.

  “You keep doing that I’m going to come”, she warns.

  I have a finger inside her up against her G-spot, another to gently lift the skin from her swollen clit, so I can nudge it every so often with the rough underside of my tongue. She’s sensitive enough that I can’t go at her directly, and horny enough that she can’t help grinding her pussy against my mouth and begging me for more.

  “I want to see you deal with that”, I say.

  “I’m not coming until you’re inside me.”

  “You might not get a choice.”

  This whole thing is driving me so wild I could probably come without even touching my dick. As it is, Izzy splayed out on the bed in front of me, legs spread wide and pussy convulsing like mad, it’s getting harder and harder to resist.

  She looks incredible with those big socks still on too, like this has been even more urgent than it was the first time around. She’s got great tits as well, thick brown football studs that match the color of her clit and make me want to spend all night chewing them.

  Girls in Ireland don’t have tits like this. Girls in Ireland don’t fuck like Izzy does either. She’s perfection in a sweet little bundle. She’s sensitive and responsive and not a single bit timid either.

  “Cock, now”, she demands.

  I pretend to ignore her, but it doesn’t work. Izzy sits up, her chest rising and falling, her skin peppered with sweat.

  “Alright”, I say, already stepping away from her to remove my boxer shorts. “But go easy. You look like you want to break me.”

  I’m so fucking hard. I’m a big guy and it shows, but right now in Izzy’s hands, I look absolutely monstrous. Her eyes go wide with the kind of mischievous look that drew me to her in the first place before she leans over and swallows me into her.

  “Naughty fucking girl.”

  Izzy redefines the meaning of one-night stand. I can’t even say it’s a one-hour stand. She’s the minute girl, the quick fuck behind the dumpster, the Christmas present and the cock sucker all in one go.

  Her tongue underneath my foreskin feels like heaven. Her lips around my shaft look amazing. My entire length pressed so deep inside her mouth I’m halfway to her stomach sends shivers up and down my spine. She wanks her spit around my cock, a mixture of it and my pre-cum dripping off me, while she holds open her pussy so I can see her pleasure herself, and it feels so good I’m not going to be able to hold myself back much longer from entering her.

  “See”, she says.

  Oh, I see. I fucking see alright.

  She’s so wet I can see her juices inking her thighs and shining in the overhead light. She’s so horny her pussy lips have swollen red and her clit is pointing towards me begging to be touched.

  A little more sucking and I’m done with the games. I’m going to take this girl to heaven and back again and I’m not going to stop until she promises me we’re booked in for round three.

  Balls against her lips, mouth open and gagging, she wants to deepthroat me and who am I to refuse a girl want she wants? Especially this girl. The girl I never thought I’d see again, coming back for more.

  “You like that?” I ask her.

  “Mmhmm”, Izzy nods, as she rubs my swollen cock around her lips.

  “What else do you like?” I ask.

  “I like it when you show me you mean it”, she says challengingly.

  I hook a finger to put under her chin and lift her eyes to mine.

  “I can be very convincing when I want to be”, I warn her.

  “I want to feel your balls banging against my ass-hole” she say, making a long O sound out of the O in hole that pushes her lips together like the tightest pussy I’ve ever seen, and I can’t hold back any longer.

  “Get on the bed”, I order.

  “Like this?” she says playfully.

  “Other way.”

  Izzy smiles as she spins around, her back already arched and her ass up in the air like a cat having its lower back stroked.

  “Like this?” she asks again.

  “For now”, I say and mount the bed.

  The more I have of this girl, the harder she’s going to be to forget, but I already knew that before I began and the consequence of that possibility is well worth the excitement and promise of this.

  I take hold of her, one hand on her hip, the other around her hair and let my dick find its own way to her throbbing pussy hole. I’m up against her slit, sliding alongside it and underneath her, before Izzy decides that she’s waited long enough for me already, and literally takes things into her own hands by reaching behind, taking a firm grip of me and guiding me to her hole.

  I love the moment of penetration so much I hold back and slide in slowly, even though I can feel her whole body pulling me into her. Her pussy muscles are like steel around my cock, and as they grip on, I feel waves of pleasure ride out across my already goose-pimpled skin.

  “Fuck, Izzy, that feels incredible.”

  I pull her hair just to hear her moan, the fingers of my other hand gripping her hip so tight the tips have gone white.

  “Deeper”, she pleads. “Fuck me harder.”

  I can do that. Fuck, I can do that and more. I build speed, jamming my cock deep into her pussy so much she can’t help but scream. The view from here is incredible too, her pussy just tight enough to fit my dick like a glove, my cock so big it stretches her as wide as she’s physically able to go, her button tight anus opening and closing like it’s winking suggestively at me.

  I want to tongue her and fuck her all in one go. I want to push her to the edge, bring her down again and then shove her violently over the precipice when she’s not looking.

  “There. Fuck, harder”, Izzy moans.

  I pull her onto my dick, both hands on her hips now so I can slam myself strongly against her ass, my balls banging with a thud fiercely enough I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.

  Like this, it won’t take either of us long to come. Like this, I’m hitting her G-spot so hard her pussy is likely to melt.

  I push her into the bedding, consumed by a desire to have her feel my weight on top of her and unable to hold myself back. I want to fuck her through the bed if I have to, I want to fuck her through every single floor until we come out in reception.

  Izzy struggles against it but she’s unable to resist me. I stretch her hand out in mine, interlock my fingers in hers and bite down her on her shoulder.

  With my knees up into her thighs I push her wide, and, spread out below me like a frog trapped below a tiger, I fuck her towards nirvana.

  She’s already coming when she begs me to turn her around, keen to spread herself out on top of me, to have me hold her against my chest and finish myself off inside her.

  I take her left breast in the palm of my hand, and let her move my other hand to her neck and hold it there just as tightly as she wants. Her diminutive size allows her to sit with me inside her, her feet against my thighs and her body loose enough at the hips to rock and grind and take control enough to send us both even deeper towards it.

  I have never felt anything like it. I’ve fucked a bunch of girls but none of them have made me feel this way. I’ve known Izzy for less time than almost every other person I know, and already I’m falling hard.

  With a free hand, she cups my balls, first pushing them down away from my body and then up towards her pussy on a downward thrust, and I can feel it building so strongly inside me I know I’ll not be able to hold back.

  Izzy hasn’t stopped coming since before I turned her around, and right now she’s a mess of moans and screams and breath trapped high in her throat, from lungs that
try everything to refill. I have to hold her tightly so she doesn’t bounce off, her body jerking this way and that with every thrust.

  “More”, she moans at me, the words barely more than a high pitched yelp. And then, “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh-.”

  I grit my teeth as another orgasm rips through her, this time, strong enough to make her pussy muscles convulse uncontrollably. I feel them grip my dick, and I know I’m past the point of no return, even before she’s pushed down so deeply I must be halfway up to her chest.

  I sit up, only because I can’t lie down anymore. My balls tighten, my cock head swells and every single muscle in my body goes tense. It’s so strong I almost black out, and I can’t help myself from screaming.

  Izzy’s screaming too, so loudly it sounds like we’re fighting not fucking, sweat dripping from both of our bodies and into the bed, me arched up and Izzy compact between me, I come, so hard I feel like my balls have actually exploded.

  Izzy wriggles as I buck into her, half a dozen times or more, a sensation so incredible, it’s at least a minute before I can even comprehend what’s just happened.

  I fall back to the bed, completely spent. My idea of going slowly completely blown out of the water by this girl and my overwhelming desire to fuck her. I don’t even know her surname. I don’t even know anything about her and here we are. She could be married. She could have kids. She could have a completely different life I will never be part of.

  I turn to the side, Izzy with me and hug her against my back, still hard inside her and convulsing away. A long time passes before either of us speaks, and when Izzy finally finds her voice, my pulse hasn’t yet gone back to resting pace, my breath not yet returned to normal.

  “On a scale”, Izzy says. “Of one to ten.” She pauses to breathe. “If one was meh, not interested and ten was universes exploding.” Again she pauses to breathe. “I’d give that a fucking infinity plus one.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “That good?”

  “That was. Fuck me. That was. I can’t even begin to think”, she says.

  “For me too”, I say. “I’ve never come that hard before. I thought I was going to fucking explode.”

  “I love your come inside me.”

  “You love come inside you”, I correct her.

  “It’s never felt as good as when you’ve done it though”, she says.

  “I’ve only done it twice.”

  “Then you must be really good.”

  Izzy breathes out a sigh and stretches her arms and legs away from me. “I don’t want to go home”, she says.

  “Then don’t”, I say. “You can stay here if you want, I’ve got no plans.”

  “I wish I could.”

  “Wait, so the boyfriend was real?” I say.

  Izzy shakes her head. “It’s not that.”

  “Then?”

  “RL.”

  “What the fuck is that?”

  “Real life”, she confirms.

  Izzy twists away from my dick to lie in the bed alongside me.

  “I like you”, I say, and she smiles.

  “Me too. And this.”

  She reaches for my cock and my leg jerks out uncontrollably when she gives it a squeeze.

  “You want me to reserve it for you?” I ask.

  “You might have to.”

  “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist a round two.”

  “That’s not what I came for”, she says.

  “No, I know, conversation, getting to know each other, multiple orgasms. I get it.”

  “I have to go.”

  “You’re going to bail on me again, after all we’ve gone through?” I say.

  “Fuck, Rory, I wish I didn’t have to. This is exactly what I need right now.”

  “So, what is it?”

  “Real life”, she says again.

  “Gets in the way, huh?” I offer.

  “Always.”

  She stays a minute longer alongside me before she gets up with a long sigh and begins to collect her clothes.

  “So, that’s it? Or will I see you in a year?” I ask.

  Izzy gives me a wry smile. “Do you want to see me again?”

  “Are you kidding? I’ve been wanting to see you again for a year and now I finally get to do that, by sheer coincidence, by the way, you bail again. Don’t you think it’s some weird mix of luck and fate that’s brought us back together again?” I say.

  She gives a narrow pair of eyes to my intentionally sarcastic comment. “I’m not bailing on you, I just can’t stay, not yet anyway.”

  She’s bailing on me, but whatever. If she really has got a boyfriend at home, he’s obviously not giving her what I can. She’ll be back soon enough, I waited a year already, a little bit longer isn’t going to kill me.

  “Alright”, I say.

  “Seriously, Rory, I-. I wasn’t going to do this. My life is pretty complicated right now, but, you know, fuck you, that was too good.”

  It makes me laugh and I’m pleased to see Izzy laugh with me. Whatever she’s got going on, it’s obviously not so serious she can’t laugh at herself. Two fucks in and the last thing we want to do is mislabel this.

  “Listen, Izzy, it’s cool. Whatever you want to do, I’m cool with it. I’ll be here or there, so whatever, you know, look me up”, I say.

  “I’ll make sure I do that.”

  “You make sure you do that.”

  She’s dressed and by the door, way quicker than I like. I’m still buzzing from the sex and she’s dressed and itching to leave. If this were the other way round, which it has been a number of times for me with other girls, I’d get accused of being a player. If that’s the case, I wonder what it makes Izzy. Casual sex is my go-to card, but this feels way more important that a throwaway fuck, and it isn’t just because of how she makes me feel when we’re doing it.

  I don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable around a girl than I did in the pub before coming here, and she thinks I’m dangerous.

  “Bye, Rory O’Connor”, she says.

  “Bye, real girl”, I say back.

  With the door half open she looks back at me. “See you around.”

  “Not if I see you first.”

  And then, just like that, the door’s closed and she’s gone.

  I’m left, stark bollock naked, a massive, twitching boner, a mini-bar full of tiny bottles of champagne and a feeling of complete and utter disbelief at what’s just happened. Did I just imagine that, or did real girl really come back to me and fuck me all the way into heaven and back?

  Five.

  Izzy

  April’s got a special set of eyes on today. Firm, no-bullshit, one hundred percent no other choice eyes. She’s been working on them all week, and right now, they are as intense as I think I’ll ever see them.

  “He has a right to know”, she says.

  I know he has a right to know. He’s always had a right to know. The problem is, I don’t know how to tell him now.

  “You should have told him last week”, April goes on.

  She’s firm about this, much more serious than I’ve seen her in a long time. I guess she’s upset I didn’t tell her Rory was back in the first place, or she’s sick of looking after Oscar, sick of me living here maybe. Is this coming to a head? Things have been going well for her and Cory, maybe Cory is the driving force behind this.

  “It’s just-, I don’t know, last week was-”, I say, but April doesn’t look all that convinced. “I’ll tell him”, I add, my eyes sinking away from her death stare.

  “The longer you leave it, the more upset he’ll be, Iz. How would you feel if it was the other way round and Rory was hiding your son from you?”

  “I’m not exactly hiding him, April, I’m just working out the best way to give him the information so he doesn’t freak out.”

  And run so far away I never have a chance to repeat that awesome session we had last weekend.

  “He’s going to freak out, whicheve
r way you tell him”, April insists.

  “Which is why I want to make sure we know each other a little bit more before I do it”, I say.

  “He’s that good, huh?”

  I can’t help but smile as the memory comes back to me, my cheeks and neck going a little red. I still have the marks where he bit me, that warm feeling like a blanket over my skin.

  “Every time I think about what happened it feels like all the butterflies in the world are having a party in my belly”, I say.

  April changes her eyes now for one’s that like like they’ve just seen the sad end to a beautiful film.

  “Izzy”, she says, her voice tainted with worry.

  “What? I like him, I can’t help that”, I say.

  “You barely know him”, she says.

  “I know what he does to me.”

  “Just go easy, okay? I don’t want to have to pick up the pieces afterward. You’ve got different responsibilities now you have Oscar.”

  “Come on, April.”

  “I’m serious. Men are fucking players, all of them, especially sports stars.”

  “Not all men”, I say.

  “Yes, all men. Isn’t this the guy that fucked you standing in the puddle next to a dumpster. Don’t you think that could have been anybody?”

  “What’s your point?”

  I know April’s only looking out for me, but she doesn’t have to do her high and mighty big sister routine just because she’s finally got her shit together enough to make a relationship last for more than a week.

  “Just concentrate on the important thing here”, she says. “Look, I know you like him, but first and foremost he’s Oscar’s father. Anything other than that is a bonus, I suppose, but you need to be prepared he’s going to take one look at his son and want to be back on the other side of the world.”

  I don’t know how anyone could look at my beautiful, crying and shitting machine and want to run away. That’s just wild assumption.

  “I’ll be careful”, I say.

  “How into him can you be, anyway, after only meeting him twice?” she asks.

  “How long did it take you with Cory?”

  “Cory and I are in a committed relationship with each other and we don’t have a son that I haven’t told him about. You guys have fucked twice and he’s leaving in a year. You should have told him right before you put his dick in your mouth”, April says coarsely.