“And so damn sweet.”
My body trembles. I grind my hips against his tongue as he goes wild. Licking. Sucking. Killing me. I look behind us. He’s fisting his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Hypnotizing me. I bring a hand to my mouth, running my tongue over my palm and fingers to wet them. Twisting around, I push his hand away and wrap mine around his dick, pumping it in my fist, feeling him throb for me. It’s magic and wildness.
Ronan’s groans cut the silence in the room. I smirk as I let him go and move to kneel with my legs on either side of his body, hovering over him. I’m slick and so wet. I begin to rub myself on his hardness; back and forth, coating him with my juices as I glide my hands over my torso and tits, touching my nipples and pinching them until they are painfully hard.
The head of his cock spreads my lips and caresses my clit over and over again, lighting me like a match. When his hardness is glistening with my need, I move slightly back. “I want to taste you,” I say huskily, before leaning down and running my tongue over him, tasting myself on him. Then I suck the tip of the head while he shudders and mutters my name.
I lift my eyes and meet his as I hold him in my hand, feeling the veins pulsate in my palm before I take him all in. I want to be choked by him, to feel his thickness fill my mouth completely, and make me gag.
Moaning, Ronan places a hand on the back of my head and pushes me down to take him deeper as he begins to pump into my mouth, fucking it hard and fast. My eyes fill with tears as I try not to gag. I pull him out, my chest rising and falling at speed. I wipe my chin with the back of my hand while trying to catch my breath.
“Time to fuck,” I say. But Ronan surprises me when he flips me over, making me land on my stomach, and moves to straddle me.
“Yes, babe, time to fuck.” Gripping my ass in his hands, he palms my cheeks. Spanking me once, twice, before he spreads them open. He places his cock right at my entrance, sinking shallowly, teasing me, making me beg.
Oh God, yes. Shuddering, I close my eyes. “Put it in me.”
He dips his head low and rains kisses down my spine as his cock begins to fuck the crack of my ass. “Show me where you want me,” he breathes against my skin, before biting my shoulder so hard I cry out.
Reaching behind me, I take his wet hardness and guide him toward my entrance. “Now, Ronan. I’m going crazy,” I breathe heavily.
“Always and forever mine,” he utters, passion flowing from his voice and through his movements. And then he enters me in one deep, forceful plunge that makes the headboard slam against the wall. I gasp, not knowing whether to cry in pain or scream in ecstasy. It doesn’t matter. It’s much too beautiful to care. His cock slides in and out of me. It’s slow at first but the intensity of his thrusts can’t be denied. I feel them from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, and everywhere in between.
Then, out of nowhere, he stops moving. Desperation flows through me as I move my hips in circles, seeking my own pleasure with him still inside me, but it isn’t enough—I need him to take me. “Ronan … what are you doing to me? Please fuck me,” I beg.
He grabs me by the hair, pulling me back, and leans over my shoulder. He begins to move ever so slightly, his thrusts shallow.
Taunting …
Devastating …
I roll my hips, seeking that blissful pressure. “Say you belong to me,” he orders, his breathing labored.
“I do,” I moan deliriously, pushing back.
He tugs harder. “You do what?”
“God, I’m yours,” I whimper, shuddering. “I belong to you.”
Growling, he lets go of my hair as his hands come up from behind me and he wraps them around my neck, pulling me toward him as his cock enters me more deeply. And then he loses all control and fucks me to Nirvana and beyond. It’s brutal, violent even, but I love it. I’m coming so hard I see stars. Ronan finds his release soon after me as a ragged groan is torn from his chest. I feel him tremble above me as he lays his head on my back, shuddering.
After a few seconds pass, Ronan squeezes my ass while he runs his nose along the curve of my neck. “Mmm. You smell like you just got fucked, Mrs. Klein. And it pleases me very much.”
Too tired to move, I close my eyes and laugh. “You better let me sleep now. Your sex slave needs rest.”
“Not a chance,” he says thickly.
“I need an hour.”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Thirty.”
“Fifteen,” he murmurs seductively against my skin, his tongue trailing a magic path along my shoulders up to my neck and behind my ear.
“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, but it comes out more like a moan. His mouth and tongue are doing very wicked things to my neck. “Okay, fine.” I shudder. “You win. Ten minutes. Happy?”
“Blaire?” he asks, his voice a low rasp.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
I smile. I love you, too.