Irish Bear's Enemy (Boston Bear Brothers 4)

“Why are you so feckin naughty?” he teased.

“Because you like me this way,” she replied with a smirk.

“This is true. I do like you naughty. I love how much you adore sex, like you can’t get enough of it.”

“I can’t get enough of you. I’m an incredibly lucky girl to find someone so good in bed.”

“Yes, you are,” he laughed.

“Mmm,” she moaned as he turned her around and began soaping her body up with his hands. He ran them up her legs and then across her ass, moving them slowly around her to wash her flat stomach and her ample breasts before slipping between her legs to finger her pussy.

She moaned as he moved backward and pushed a finger into her ass, using the soap and the heat of the shower as lubrication to loosen up her tiny sphincter. She tensed for a moment but then relaxed and leaned back against him, welcoming his cock as it pushed against her ass.

Putting his hand on her back, he pushed her forward, guiding her toward the bar built into one side of the shower and guiding his cock between her legs. He pushed into her pussy for a moment, enjoying the soft folds coupled with the soap before pulling back out and repositioning himself.

Slowly, he began easing the head of his cock into her ass, pushing a little more inside her until he had the entirety of his fat tip in. She clung to the bar in front of her.

“Okay? You want this?” he asked, making sure she was enjoying it.

“Yes,” she moaned.

It was all the confirmation he needed, easing a bit farther into her and enjoying the way she moaned with every inch he pushed inside of her. He took his time, in no hurry and not wanting to hurt her. He knew he was larger than most men, and he knew she’d never done this before.

It took some time, but he finally managed to get his massive cock fully inside her, letting his cock just sit there for a moment while she got used to the pressure. Then, he began to slowly ease back and forth, fucking her nice and slow as her moans echoed through the bathroom around them.

Once she seemed relaxed enough for him to move faster, he began to speed up his thrusts until he was fucking her long and hard, the tightness of her small orifice almost too much on his oversized equipment.

“Yes, that’s it,” she cried out, her words peppered with grunts and groans as she begged him to go faster. “Fuck my ass, Ronan. Harder, deeper. Give me every inch,” she called out, and he was more than happy to oblige.

He could feel her body shudder as she began to come in waves, almost pushing him free with the force of her climaxes. He loved that he was able to make her come like that from anal and did his best to stay seated and continue his pace even while she was exploding against him.

He didn’t last nearly as long in her ass as he usually did in her pussy. It was just too tight, and he could hardly hold back. She was a small girl, much more petite than most and her pussy was like a vise, but her ass was even a tighter squeeze, and it sent him over the edge quickly.

“God, I’m coming,” he groaned, thrusting one last time and filling her ass with cum before slipping fee, relieved to get the pressure off his strangled tool.

They finished washing each other off and got out of the shower. Maeve was eager to get dressed and see the city, and he couldn’t wait to show it to her. After hitting some of the typical tourist spots like Times Square, the Empire State Building, and some museums, they ended up going for a stroll through Central Park.

They found themselves at a secluded spot near the rambles and Maeve seemed to be feeling her oats again, pulling him toward her and demanding a little action. Rather than risking being too obvious, she settled for slipping her hands in his pants and stroking his cock until he felt like he could hammer nails with it.

They were interrupted by a pair of dog walkers and had to move away without finishing. Ronan had to adjust himself a few times as they moved along the path while his cock went back down, causing Maeve to snicker mischievously.

“I know where I’m taking you,” he told her, leading her toward the Lincoln Center Atrium.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“To the bathroom,” he replied, walking into the building and taking the elevators up to the second floor. They made their way toward the unisex bathroom there and he pushed her into the stall at the very back, locking the door and slipping down his pants. “Now you can finish what you started.”