Page 17 of Ronny

I have scars under each of my breasts where a knife was dragged and cut me deeply.

“I have never seen someone so beautiful in my life, you’re perfect,” he praises me, and I smile. He makes me feel that way. “Let me love you? No sex today, but I want to take care of you…” he trails off, waiting for me to answer.

I bite my lip, nodding. “Yes.”

He beams happily that I’m trusting him with this, I swear my heart is beating so hard it physically hurts.

He sits back on his ass, running both of his hands along my sides. I shiver. His eyes are so intense, looking down at me, and at one point I would have been ashamed of the way I look.

How can I dislike the way I look when he is looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing.

Goosebumps are stretched out across my skin from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.

He lifts my hand, kissing the back of it, slowly dragging his lips all the way down my arms. I swallow hard, rubbing my thighs together. He’s driving me crazy.

Ronny isn’t in any hurry. He moves to the other arm, repeating his actions. I bite my lip, watching his every move.

He is worshiping me, making sure he kisses every single scar and giving each one extra attention.

I suck in my stomach as his hand glides down my navel and still, waiting to see if he is actually going to touch me.

The piercing blue-green eyes dig deep into mine, making sure I’m okay. I give him a slight nod.

Then he does what I’m aching for.

I let out a sharp breath, his fingers sliding between my folds, his thumb rubbing across my clit.

“Fucking soaked,” he growls. He suddenly slides down the bed and his face is between my legs. My eyes widen in shock. Is he going to do what I think he is?

He opens my legs wider and his mouth replaces his fingers. Holding my lips open, he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Oh my God,” I moan. This is unlike anything I thought it would be. My eyes roll to the back of my head, closing, and I let my body relax.

“That’s it, baby. Just feel,” he encourages me. “Such a good girl for me.” His words set me on fire, loving him calling me that.

I can feel the trembling starting in my inner thighs, my toes curling. My fingers grip the comforter, the feelings growing more intense by the second.

His finger slips inside me gently, just one. That’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge, and I’m not sure if I scream or make a bunch of incoherent words.

He doesn’t stop as I expected, drawing out my orgasm until another one soon follows, and this time I can’t mutter a single word. My whole body is trembling, and right now my body isn’t my own. It’s Ronny’s.

He crawls back up the bed, cuddling me into him as I come down from my orgasm high. “That was unreal,” I tell him once I can find my voice.

He chuckles. “That’s what I wanted. I know this was a huge deal for you, and I’m so fucking thrilled that I’m the man you have chosen.”

I swallow hard, emotional; he is so sweet to me. He has a dark side, the protective side that I love more than I should admit. Knowing he would do whatever it takes to protect someone—me.

“There’s no one else, Ronny, and there will never be anyone else.” I lean over and kiss his hard jaw. Every part of him is hard, and between his legs is a sure sign of that.

He is huge, I can feel him resting against my thigh. Sweat beads up on the back of my neck. Do I offer to help pleasure him in return?

Do I offer to give him a blow job?

The panic hits me hard, fear racing up my spine, and a flashback slams into me, stealing my breath. The images flash through my mind, where I’m tied down and men use my mouth and throat as they please.

I would throw up, pass out from the lack of oxygen. It was worse than being raped a hundred times over.

I lost teeth during that time, my jaw would become so painful I couldn’t eat anything that needed to be chewed. They would hold my nose shut so that I would be completely at their mercy.

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