“Say my name,meala.” His tongue did a long swipe up the length of my core, tapping on my clit to tease me. “Beg me to make you scream and you’ll have it.”
“You’re so mean.” I didn’t mean it, but my brain made me want to fight him, even as my body was already begging. “Please, Master Ronan, let me come.”
“Mmm…” He rumbled against my flesh. “Your sarcasm isn’t convincing when you’re creaming yourself and grinding this beautiful cunt on my lips.Beg. Me.”
I’d never been with anyone who’d wanted this from me. I never would have believed I’d like it. The growing wet circle beneath my ass was proof enough I more than liked it. Desperate arousal rode me like a demon, yanking on my hair like reins, leading me straight into depravity.
Sucking in a breath, I tossed out my pride and gave him what he needed so he’d give me what I needed.
“Please, Ronan. I need to come so badly. Only you can make it better. I need it.” The tremble in my voice wasn’t put on. Begging him filled me with a lust so powerful, I writhed on the wet sheets and tried to close my thighs so I could find some form of friction, of relief.
Ronan wouldn’t let me have it, though. He blew on my cunt like he was at a damn birthday party, not succumbing to my pleas, but resisting them even harder.
“Ronan...you’re going to break me. I need it so bad.”
His eyes lifted, flaring when he found mine open, watching him intently. I couldn’t help it. The look of pure bliss that came over his face as he ate me turned me inside out.
“Who do you need it from, Iris? Who’s the only one who can fix it?” His low, lilting timbre might as well have plucked me like a taut string. My inner walls clenched so hard, I was on the very edge. If he spoke to me that way again, he might very well push me over.
“You. Ronan, please! Please let me come. I’ll be good, I will. I’ll listen and—”
He cut off my babbling with his mouth on my clit and two fingers plunging deep inside me. I was dust dancing in sunlight, weaving mad paths through the open air. Weightless, floating wherever the wind took me.
Ronan hit my G-spot, and it felt like I might have kept coming forever. Each stroke of his fingers on my most sensitive part prolonged the eye-rolling pleasure sweeping over my body.
Then he tore his mouth from my clit and worked his way up to kiss my lips again. He rolled us to our sides, clutching me to him like he was trying to fit my entire body inside his. I slung my leg over his hip and unabashedly ground my pussy against any part of him I could get to.
He finally released my hands, and I immediately shoved my fingers in his hair and wrapped the other hand around his cock. Stilling, his hold on my jaw tightened enough to capture my attention, and he nudged my forehead with his.
“I want you, Ronan.”
Gray eyes pierced mine as if he could read my thoughts for the truth. And fuck him, he probably could if he demanded it with enough authority. But if he saw my thoughts, he’d know they were all clustered around him. About the things he’d done to me and all I wanted to do to him.
“Then you’ll have me,” he gritted out.
“Condom.”
He fisted my hair, touching his nose to mine. “Patience, pet.”
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to have any more patience than I did. After a drawn-out moment of looking me over with a gaze so heated he left tingles along my skin, he reached behind him to grab a condom from his bedside table. Using his teeth to rip it open, he rolled it down his length. I followed his hand down, giving his thick cock a squeeze and rubbing him through the latex.
Brow furrowed with impatience, he shoved me onto my back and slid his hands beneath my ass. Cock prodding my entrance, I helped guide it into my body. Once he was an inch or two inside, I let go, and so did he. In one smooth, determined motion, Ronan drove into me fully. He was so thick, I felt stretched out, fuller than ever. He hit places that had never been touched.
He stared at me as he fucked me, thrusting into me so deep, it would have hurt if I hadn’t been as slick as he’d made me. Instead, I was on sensation overload.
The tickle of his chest hair on my tight nipples.
Soap mixed with a hint of sweat and masculine musk.
The weight of his much larger body on top of mine.
My thrashing heart rattling the walls of my chest like a trapped wild beast.
His fingertips dug into the flesh of my backside, tilting my pelvis to allow him to take me even deeper. I whimpered at the fresh feel of intrusion, trying to adjust, but having no chance. He watched me even as he drove past my boundaries, demolishing any lines I might have had. He must have seen the flash of pain I had made no attempt to hide, but he didn’t even pause.
“Ronan...oh god, I can’t…” My head tossed back and forth on my pillow. He gripped my jaw, holding me still. I tried to bite him, to make him let go, but he only fucked me harder.
“You can and youare. Your little pussy is hugging my cock so sweetly, like it's just been waiting for me.” He dipped his head and sucked my bottom lip between his. I shoveled my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and prolonging the kiss. Ronan’s mouth was a sip of the finest cognac. Decadent and addictive, coating my tongue with a flavor I’d taste and remember him licking my mouth like a man who had no doubt I’d fall to my knees and beg for a drop more.