beyond the Bar

chapter 4

Rosalyn POv **

I was shocked to see Irish's head between my legs. My core throbbed with pleasure. I wanted to stop him, but I could not; pleasure was controlling me.

He rubbed his index finger on my c******s, making me moan loudly. He looked at me, his eyes half closed, showing that he too was drunk with pleasure, and whispered, "Do not hold back your moans, Rosa. Scream as you want; I want to see your pleasure on your face." My legs were now trembling; I could only say, "Irish," my voice soft and mixed with a moan. My legs shook, and as I was about to scream again, his tongue began rubbing my vulva. Hearing what I said, he plunged his tongue inside. I could only say, "Oooh, Irish..." He smirked, his other hand now rubbing my left breast.

All I could do was scream as I felt my body heat up from the extreme pleasure I could not control. He looked at me and said, "So much c*m, baby... I like it ." He moved to my face and started kissing me. I could feel my c*m on his lips. The way he kissed me made my body shiver with pleasure. I could only say, "Irish, please." Tears of pleasure threatened to form in my eyes. He kissed every part of my body, his tongue moving from my right breast to my left. He got off my left leg and plunged himself inside me; all I heard was him cursing, saying, "f**k, Rosa..." "Aaaah," I screamed from the pain I felt. He was so big it felt like it was my first time, but it was not. He waited for me to adjust and said, "Are you feeling okay, Rosa?" his gaze never leaving my face.

Tears formed in my eyes, and I could only nod. He smirked and asked, "Am I that big?" When I nodded, he pushed hard. I screamed his name, saying, "f**k, Irish. f**k, you are hurting me," and he replied, "Sorry, Rosa ;you are so beautiful and tight ," with a smirk, then began pumping into me. At first it was slow, but the thrusts became so fast that I could not control my own pleasure and l could here his loud moans .

Irish's hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, as Roselyn's fingers tangled in his hair.

The air was electric with tension, their hearts beating as one. As they broke apart for air, Irish whispered, "You're beautiful, Roselyn."

Roselyn's cheeks flushed, her eyes shining with desire. "You're not so bad yourself, Irish," she replied, her voice husky.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up to the sound of Irish's gentle breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. I felt his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, a soft smile on his face... and reality checks in