Page 53 of Praise You

"Yep. Just get ready. I’ve got it all planned out."

"Okay."

Holding hands, I drag Ronan toward another booth. This booth is filled with tons of homemade pies. My mouth salivates at the aroma, and I turn to Ronan with wide eyes.

"I don't know which one to get."

"Why don't you get more than one, then?" he suggests, my eyes widening at being able to pick more than more.

"We can't eat more than one pie."

"Why can't we? And we can always pack it up to take it with us. It's not like we live that far away."

"You're right." Turning to face the nice older lady in front of us, I tell her three different types of pies. She packs them up quickly and I pay. "Thank you," I tell her as we walk away.

"Where to next?" Ronan asks, looking around the farmers market.

The market here isn't as good as the one that Ronan took me to, but it's still a pretty nice one. They have a variety of different booths and we've been slowly making our way through them all.

I also haven't let go of his hand besides when I've been buying something. And it's been freeing. We've laughed, joked around, even kissed. It's been the best day. Hell, it's been the best past few days.

"I could get used to this," I tell him, lifting our hands up, so he knows what I'm talking about.

"Well, get used to it. If I have my way, I'll always be holding your hand."

I grin widely, pulling him in another direction. "Come on, we've seen everything here. I think we've bought enough goodies to last us a while, too. Are you ready to head back?"

"Yeah, let's go."

On the way back to the rental, we stop at a restaurant and eat, not wanting to have to wash more dishes. Before long, we're lying on the couch when Ronan starts stroking his hand down my arms.

"What do you want to do tonight?" he asks, his hands finding their way all over my body.

"I think you know what I want to do."

"You're not sore?" he questions, his hands moving into my sweats and playfully grabbing my ass.

Arching into him, I moan out, "No, I'm not." I’m a little sore, but not enough to say no to this.

His fingers dip into my crease, finding their way to my hole. His finger circles around the rim, rubbing gently but not prodding. "I think you need a break from me abusing this hole."

"No, I need more. Please, Ronan. More."

"Fuck, Oliver. You know the begging always gets me. I fucking love when you beg."

He's right, I do know that. He can't tell me no, and I know exactly how to use it to get what I want. My lust for Ronan hasn't diminished in the slightest. The need I have for this man drives me crazy. No one has ever turned me on as much as he does. I always crave to have him touching me in some type of way. And I know simply saying the word 'please' sets his blood on fire, and he won't be able to tell me no.

Moving over, I untangle myself from his grip and stand up off the couch. Backing away, I pull my shirt over my head and then step out of my shorts. "Come on then, show me what my begging does to you."

Ronan gets up and stalks toward me, his pupils blown wide. He slides his sweats down his legs, hopping on one foot when it gets stuck on his ankle. I cackle, watching him try to take them off but failing. "Ugh," he grunts, when he finally gets them off his foot.

My laughter dies when Ronan marches toward me, his eyes set and full of determination. My eyes trail down his body, his rigid cock standing up straight between his strong thighs. He reaches out, his hand finding my hip, gripping tightly. He leans his head forward, kissing me softly before turning my body and pushing me up against the wall, his hands shamelessly caressing everywhere.

"Was that funny for you? Hmm?" He grinds into me from behind, the stubble on his jaw grazing against my shoulder.

Nodding my head, I smile. "Watching you hop around like a bunny because you were so excited to get your hands on me you couldn't take your pants off? Yes."

"It's not my fault you're so damn irresistible. And fuck me, this perfect fucking ass." He massages my ass, his hands kneading them roughly. "I can't get enough of you."

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