Page 41 of Ronny

His reaction is exactly what I was hoping for. I wanted him to swallow his tongue. But I think I’m the one to swallow mine.

His jeans are hugging his thighs, thick and powerful. My mind goes straight to the feeling of those hips between mine.

I press my legs together, feeling turned on. “What is that look for?” he asks, his voice husky.

I lick my lips, trying to calm myself down because our family is right downstairs. He reaches behind himself sneakily and the lock gives a soft click, letting me know exactly what he has planned for me.

He stalks toward me like I’m his prey, and I hold my breath in anticipation. It doesn’t matter that we have had sex multiple of times now, I still get butterflies.

His fingers snake into my hair that is wild and teased out to the heavens. He uses the hair fisted in his hands to drag me the rest of the way to him and my body slams into his.

“I bet my angel is soaked for me already.” His lips barely graze against my ear, goosebumps breaking out across my skin, all the way down my arms.

“I won’t take that bet,” I answer, and he chuckles at my response. He snakes his hand between my legs. I’m wearing a thin pair of lace panties.

“Fucking soaked.” He growls, his hands gripping my hips, and he sets me down on the bed. “I need a taste.”

He drops to his knees before me, his hands running between my legs. “You’re soaked down almost to your knees.”

His eyes are on mine, hot and heavy, and I’m desperate for him to fill me. I crave his dick like I haven’t had any food in a long-ass time and he is a delicious steak.

A kiss is gently pressed at my knee, before he drags his tongue up my thigh, all the way to my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth, teasing me.

My back arches, and I press my fist to my mouth so I don’t make any noise. “Don’t make a sound, angel. I don’t think you want my parents to hear you come all over my face,” he says wickedly.

My head falls back, and I try not to die as he licks my inner thighs clean before moving back to my pussy, giving it his full attention.

“Oh God,” I whisper into my fist over and over. I am so sensitive right now.

His hands move under my ass, lifting me off the bed and eating me like his life depends on it, and I scream on the inside regardless of how much I want to yell out my pleasure.

This is the worst kind of torture but the best at the same time.

“Fuck me, please,” I plead with him, needing to feel him inside of me. His hard, heavy body pressed over mine.

“Come on my tongue first.” He growls deeply, eating me harder, sucking deeper. Two fingers slide inside of me, curling to drag across my G-spot.

I fall.

My thighs are shaking hard, falling down onto the bed with my legs slipping off his shoulders and onto the floor.

He turns me around so that my hands are on the bed, my ass hanging off the edge, and my feet on the floor. “If I hear a peep out of you, angel, I will stop.”

I hear his belt buckle rattle and peek back to look at him. Ronny grips his dick in his hand, stroking from the tip to the base.

My whole body is shaking in anticipation even though only hours ago I came on his dick twice, but it’s never enough with my man.

He scoops up some of my wetness that is starting to run down my thighs, catching it before slipping his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean.

“Delicious.” He groans, slipping his dick inside me to the hilt, my body arching as I adjust to his size. His dick is huge, dragging along my walls as I strain to stretch around him.

His large hands are braced on my hips, pulling me back to his body. “God, I could live inside of you. I want to fill you up over and over until you’re carrying my baby.”

I moan at his words, burning me alive. “Your pussy is clenching around me, trying to stop me from leaving you. You love my dick, don’t you?”

His dirty talk has me coming hard, clenching even harder around him, pulsating. “Fuck,” he groans, shaking as he slams harder and harder into me, prolonging my orgasm, sending me right into another one. This one harder than the last.

I bury my face into the bed, not caring if my makeup gets messed up. His hands are tight on my hips, slamming into me to the hilt and filling me hard, coming.

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