Page 34 of Tasting Sin

Ronan growled against my neck, continuing to make soft circles around my clit. I leaned back against him before I could lose my balance. “Good,” he groaned. “Because I’m dying to feel you tremble.”

“Ronan,” I whined, pressing my ass against the bulge growing behind his zipper. He ignored it, sliding his fingers further between my legs and slipping one into my pussy. When he curled his finger, pressing against my G-spot, I hunched forward.

“You’re so wet already, sugar.” He added a second finger, and the wet sound of him stretching me accompanied my heavy breathing. “Is this all for me?”

I nodded, thrusting my hips forward when he moved his hand, continuing to circle my clit with his thumb. “Oh God, yes.” It was true. The more his hands moved, the more aroused I got until it felt like it overwhelmed me. I dropped my head back against his shoulder, deeply inhaling his scent and moaning. His cock twitched against my ass.

“I knew you were sweet on me,” he said with a chuckle, and I groaned. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out. “I’m dying to find out just how much.”

My mouth dried out when he pulled his fingers from between my legs and brought them to his lips. I could smell myself mixed with his scent, and my pussy clenched. When Ronan put his fingers in his mouth and sucked, I whimpered, and he smirked as he put his hand back between my legs.

“You are sweet,” Ronan said, hooking his fingers in my pussy and massaging my G-spot again. My legs shook, and I grew desperate. When was the last time I had come with someone who wasn’t battery powered? I flushed when I couldn’t, and the warmth in my cheeks traveled into my chest. “Do you know how sweet you are?”

I nodded then shook my head before nodding again. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and cried out.

“You taste even better when you’re so desperate to come for me.” He was methodical with his movements, slowly circling my clit and thrusting his fingers into me. Every time I got close and the warmth in my core started to tingle, he’d slow down. I sighed. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“What?” I whimpered, rocking my hips with his movements in an eager plea for more.

“You want to come. You want me to turn you into a shaking, wet little mess. Don’t you?” he asked, and I zoned in on the sound of his hand and my wet arousal. I nodded eagerly, panting. “You have to say it, Nellie.”

“Please,” I whined in a high-pitched voice.

“Not good enough.” He slowed down, and my eyes widened. “Tell me you want to come.”

“Ronan, I’m so close.” My voice cracked. Ronan shook his head, clicking his tongue as he pulled his fingers from me. “No!” I gasped. “Don’t stop. Please.”

I pressed my ass back against him, trying to chase the orgasm that was quickly slipping away. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I need you to make me come,” I burst. “I need it so badly, Ronan, please!”

My knees locked when he returned his fingers to my clit. “Just like that. I love hearing how desperate I can make you.” I quickly reached the edge when he resumed pumping his fingers into me. “Now, come for me. Let me feel you running down my hand.”

When he bit down on my shoulder, the tension that was building in my core snapped. My body erupted in waves of pleasure that made my skin buzz with sensitivity. Ronan continued to pet me through each wave, and when I stopped shaking, he pulled his glistening fingers from between my thighs.

“Open your mouth,” he said, holding his fingers up in front of our faces. I listened to him, parting my lips and welcoming them. He ran them along my lips before sliding the digits over my tongue. I closed my mouth and sucked, tasting the semi-sweet, tangy flavor of my release. We hummed together, and I felt his cock getting harder against my ass. “Do you trust me now?” he asked, pulling his fingers from my mouth with a quiet pop.

My breathing was uneven, and I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “I want to.”

“Tell me why you don’t.” His hands were firm when he ran them down my sides. Even as my pussy clenched and my core warmed, my nerves returned. I shrugged.

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

Ronan pulled me flush against him until I could feel his heartbeat. “That’s not a good enough answer.” His voice sounded different—less full of lust and not nearly as stern as normal. He sounded almost gentle.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t actually know you.”

“Yes, you do.” Was he trying to convince himself or me?

I shook my head, preparing myself to take a step away from him. He tightened his hold on my hips. “No, I don’t. I don’t know anything about you, Ronan.” I swallowed.

“You know my family, where I’m from, and apparently that I like cupcakes more than I’ll ever admit to anyone else. You know I fucked up my knee falling out of a tree when I was younger and said I wrecked it on a bike. You were watching while it happened.” He chuckled, and the butterflies in my stomach raced to my throat. “And you know I’ll protect you at all costs.” The look in his dark brown eyes was serious—a look I couldn’t disagree with. I nodded.

Ronan turned me in his arms. “So trust me,” he said. I nodded again. “Say it.”

“What?” I asked, swallowing.

He cupped my cheek with his hand, and my attention went to the warmth in my cheek. “Say you know I’ll take care of you.” Ronan took a deep breath that I felt in my chest. “Say you trust me.”

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