My cock throbbed, reveling in the uninhibited way she gave herself over to the moment. I ached to slam into her, to bury myself to the balls in her tight pussy. I wouldn’t. Not until I made her come at least twice first.
“As far as persuasive arguments go—” I withdrew my fingers slicked with her cream and slipped my hand up the shirt she wore until I encountered her full right breast, “—it’s a bit weak.”
I trailed my fingertips over her puckered nipple before giving it a pinch.
“Oh God, Lucas…” She groaned, opening her eyes for a moment to find my gaze.
Fresh blood surged into my dick at the pleasure burning in them. I bit back a hungry growl. “Lucas, what?”
She whimpered, the sound becoming shaky when I closed my hand completely over her breast.
Ronnie is wild in the sack. She doesn’t hold back. I’m not complaining.
“Lucas, what?” I repeated, dragging the tips of my fingers over her flesh. “Lucas, I want to waste time walking on a beach? Or Lucas, I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand up?”
Her eyes fluttered closed and she groaned. And then a low, throaty chuckle fell from her. “Beach. Let’s go to the—”
I fisted my hands at the neckline of the shirt she wore—one of my favorites—and tore it apart.
Ronnie squealed, the sound part shock, part carnal delight.
I captured her nipple with my mouth and sucked on it. Hard. Drew its beaded form deep into my mouth.
“Holy fuck!” Ronnie slammed her hips upward and clawed at my back.
Pain lashed through me, hot and delicious and intoxicating. I sucked harder on her nipple, squeezing her other breast with a far-from-gentle hand.
She cried out, grinding the curve of her pussy to my jeans-imprisoned cock.
The punishing friction detonated an animalistic craving in me and, before I could stop myself, I sank three fingers into her pussy. I needed her juices on my skin.
“Fuck,” she rasped, her voice raw and strangled.
I moved my mouth to her other breast. Bit at its heavy swell. Branded the delicate flesh beneath her nipple with a hickey that marked her my property.
Mine. She was mine. And I was hers. Completely and utterly.
She was my weakness, and it scared the shit out of me that someone from my fucked-up past could use her to get to me.
So as much as Ronnie wanted to go to the beach for a walk, I couldn’t let that happen. I’d been a dangerous, violent,
brutal animal once. I’d become that animal again in a heartbeat if something happened to her.
Keep her safe. Keep her protected. That’s what I had to do.
And I would do that by fucking her brains out every day. I would do that by flaying away any desire to be anywhere else but in bed with me.
I would do that by giving her nothing but orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
Still feasting on her nipple, I wriggled my fingers inside her wet pussy, faster and faster.
“Oh God, Lucas.” She arched into my rough touch. “I’m going… I’m going to come. I don’t…not yet…I want…”
She reached for my wrist.
With my free hand, I snared hers and rammed it to the bed beside her head, increasing the speed of my thrusting fingers as I did so.
She whimpered, her sex contracting, her breath ragged.