Page 30 of Ronny

Olivia

The Next Morning

I’m woken by the feeling of Ronny’s hard dick pressing against my ass cheeks. I grin into my pillow, trying not to move, but I can’t fight the urge to drag myself against him. The movement has me wincing in pain.

I try to stop the hiss from coming out of my mouth at the soreness between my legs, but it’s the most delicious feeling knowing what we did last night.

Ronny cups me between my legs. “Sore?” he asks me, not touching me sexually and just concerned if I’m okay.

I turn around to face him, loving the way his face looks when he first wakes up. He is beautiful, his skin perfect and his lips thick and luscious.

“Just a little bit, but I love feeling you between my legs like this,” I tell him, wanting to reassure him.

He growls under his breath, his hands tightening on my hips. “Fuck, I want you so bad but you’re sore and you need to heal.” He kisses me sweetly, the total opposite of his words.

“I’m not that sore,” I try to argue, but his face is set and I know there won’t be anything to change his mind.

He cups my cheek. “How can you grow more beautiful every day? I’m one lucky fucking bastard.” He lifts me over him so I’m straddling his waist, setting me down on him with his dick sandwiched between my folds.

My hands move to his chest. “Oh God.” I moan, loving the feeling of his dick at my center, my legs shaking from how sensitive I am.

He throws his head back, groaning. “God, you’re a fucking goddess.”

I bite my lip, fighting the urge to not move, to just lift my hips and take him deep inside of me.

“I ache for you inside of me, Ronny.” I sound breathless even to my own ears.

“You’re too sore.” He groans. I lift my hips, not even caring that I’m sore. I bite my lip, wrapping my fingers around his hard dick, and slowly press myself down on him.

My body wants to resist him, but I push harder, slowly working my hips over and over until I manage to slide him in

“Fuck,” he groans. His hands go to my hips as he sits up to kiss me. I moan deeply into his mouth, my legs shaking from the force of stopping myself slamming onto his dick.

Once he’s seated fully, he groans. “Fuck, it’s heaven.” He tightens his hands on my hips, lifting me and slowly sliding me back down, taking the brunt of my weight.

“Easy,” he says to me softly so I don’t hurt myself. The pain mixes with the pleasure, it makes my head dizzy.

His hand sneaks between us, thumbing my clit, and I tuck my face in his shoulder. My breathing ragged as I ride him slowly, deeply.

“I can feel how close you are.” His lips drag down my neck, nipping and sucking lazily.

He turns us over, so my back is on the bed, him between my legs, and my eyes roll back in my head as his dick rubs my G-spot.

My nails drag across his back as I clench hard around him, and I fall. I bite my lip to stop the scream from escaping, my body shaking hard, and he comes a few soft thrusts later.

He gently slips out of me, and I try with all of my might to stop the wince on the tip of my tongue.

“Let me start a hot bath for you, angel.” He crawls out of the bed, giving me a look of longing before stepping into the bathroom.

I move over onto my stomach, hugging his pillow to my face and breathing in his scent. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I groan hoping it’s not work.

The screen lights up and I notice it’s a text. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I lift the phone to read the message and it’s one of my coworkers asking if I can pick up one of her cases because she is sick.

I yawn and read the file she sent over until Ronny comes for me. He is still naked when he walks into the room. I lick my lips, loving the way his body is muscled, hard.

He is delicious.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He takes my hand and sets my phone on the bed. “I need to take that with me so I can read over the file I just got.” I snatch my phone and carry it with me.

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