Page 40 of Tasting Sin

“Yes,” I nodded, closing my hand around his cock. It was. I hummed when I felt the veins in his shaft against my fingertips. “Yes,” I whispered again.

“Good,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “That’s my girl.”

He lifted me, positioning himself at the entrance of my pussy. His words continued to repeat themselves in my mind until the tip of his cock started to stretch me, and my mind blanked. Ronan was inside me, and all I wanted was more.

That’s my girl.

I rocked my hips while he slowly lowered me onto his lap. When he was fully inside me, I stayed still until I adjusted to the feeling of being so full. Then, I leaned back against him. “How long will you watch the movie before you come all over my cock?” he grunted.

I didn’t know how to tell him I wasn’t even sure what movie we were watching in the first place. I hadn’t paid attention from the moment we sat down, and with his cock throbbing inside me, there was no way I cared about anything happening on the screen in front of us. Smirking, I lifted myself and dropped back down on his cock.

When I moaned, Ronan covered my mouth with his hand. “You have to be quiet.” I nodded, continuing to ride him slowly enough to feel each of his veins against the walls of my pussy.

Ronan held onto my hips, keeping me in place while he thrusted upward into me. It was like I could feel him in my stomach, and I bit harder on my lip to stop from crying out. I could almost taste iron after biting too hard, but I ignored the pain when ecstasy started to spiral in my core.

The music playing through the surround sound speakers was intense, and I knew that the movie had to be close to the climax. I was even closer. My legs shook, and I tried to ride him more erratically. My breathing became panting, and I wasn’t thinking any more about how quiet I needed to be. All I could think about was having more.

When I came, the screen went black. The tension swirling in my core snapped, and an overwhelming wave of pleasure coursed through my entire body. It got warmer in the theater, and I closed my eyes when the warmth settled into my muscles.

I opened my eyes again when the screen flashed, causing enough light for me to see Ronan’s face when he came. I felt his thighs twitch and the thrust of his hips get uneven, and the way his mouth dropped open made me crave his lips. Then he buried his face against the crook of my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist and pinning me to him until the end of the movie.

Before the credits rolled, he dropped me back into my seat. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, holding me against him as if I’d spent the whole movie tucked under his arm instead of in his lap. Then, the lights came back on, and he chuckled.

“What?” I asked, looking up at him. Ronan smiled. Were my cheeks still as flushed as they felt?

“I had planned to take you for dessert on the way home,” he chuckled.

I scrunched my nose, confused when he looked amused. “But…”

Ronan leaned down, running his tongue along my jawline to my ear. “But I’m going to take you home and have you for dessert instead.”

Chapter 24

Nellie

The door crashed into the wall behind it when we tumbled through. I ignored the bang and the inevitable dent that would need to be fixed in the drywall, more absorbed by Ronan’s lips on mine. His hands traveled down my back, expertly tugging my zipper along my spine and dragging his finger down the freshly exposed skin. The quiet sound cut through my anticipation, and my skin crawled with desperation.

My dress brushed my sides when he let it slide off my shoulders until it hit the floor in a heap. Ronan’s eyes crawled along my bare curves, and when I felt the urge to cover myself, he let out a low groan. He licked his lips.

“Have I told you how absolutely breathtaking you look tonight?” He pulled me to him, pressing his lips to my temple and inhaling. When I blushed, a smile stretched across his cheeks. “Even more so when I get you blushing like that.”

“Like what?” I asked quietly, even as I felt my cheeks warming even more.

Ronan traced his finger across my cheek and down the side of my neck before he continued to my collarbone. “Like this.” His lips were intentional, soft but full of desire and need that matched mine. When he closed them around my neck and bit down, I cried out. A rush of electricity shocked my core. “And when you cry out like that, I’m sure you’ll be the death of me.” Ronan chuckled, and my stomach sank.

“What do you mean?” I dropped my head back, exposing more of my neck when his lips traveled to the freckles on my chest.

He kissed one, drawing his tongue along the line connecting my shoulder to my neck. “I don’t know,” he said before placing another kiss. I whimpered. “All I know is when you whimper like that, it makes me want to own you.”

I gasped, partially from his teeth sinking into the soft space above my collarbone that had just held the blush he was so hung up on and partially from the seriousness of his tone. It makes me want to own you. I reached behind me, unhooking my bra and watching his eyes darken when I slowly revealed my breasts. My nipples hardened under his deep stare, pulling into sensitive, tight peaks. The cold air against them made me shiver, or was it that I was standing in front of a man who just told me he wanted to own me wearing nothing but a thin layer of black lace and a blush?

His words echoed in my mind again. Own you. “Show me how?” I pled.

In a move that could only be described as predatory, Ronan hooked his arms around me and lifted me. I barely thought about the pile of unworn dresses surely crawling its way out of the closet, no longer worried about them when he strode into my room and dropped me to the mattress. Ronan looked at me like he was going to devour me before he tugged his shirt off over his head.

Ronan tossed his shirt behind him, and my eyes took in every finely carved detail of his chest, starting with the intricate tattoo of a dove flying toward his left shoulder. Before I could ask him what it meant, I was distracted by a large crescent shaped scar that lined his side, from the deep “V” cut into his hips to just under his heart. My eyes widened, and I gasped, rolling onto my knees.

“What happened?” I whispered, crawling across the bed to get closer. When I reached out and touched it, Ronan winced, and I pulled back. “Does it hurt?”

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