Page 49 of Tasting Sin

I tried to stand straight and lean back against him, aching to feel his hard body pressed against the soft curves of mine, but he put more pressure on my back. “Ronan, please,” I whined, wiggling my hips from side to side as an offering.

“Look in the mirror,” he said, hooking his fingers in my waistband and tugging. He pulled my pants and the thong I wore beneath them over my hips and down my thighs. “Do you see how beautiful you are?”

I never minded the reflection I saw in the mirror, but it was easy to see every flaw. It was easier to see them when he was standing behind me, but I cared less. I knew I was pretty, but I never described myself as intoxicating. “Yes,” I whispered.

“You’re flawless.” Ronan pulled my hair back over my shoulders before he ran his hands down the front of my chest. When he cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples, I moaned, and my body rested more against the counter. “I can’t get enough of your curves, how every bit of you fits perfectly in my hands.”

Ronan squeezed my chest again before his hands moved down my stomach to my hips. He gripped them so hard, you could see the divots his fingertips left in my skin. When he ground his hips against me, I could feel his erection fighting against the fabric of his pants. I wanted more, but instead, he gripped my hips harder.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he groaned, letting go of me only to quickly release his button. The zipper cut through the pause in his sentence, and I was filled with an overwhelming sense of anticipation. “I can’t get enough of you, though.”

“Me either.” It came out as more of a moan. I separated my feet slightly, opening myself up to him when he quickly dropped his pants to the floor, but when he touched me again, it wasn’t with his cock. Ronan slowly ran his fingers along my slit, collecting and spreading my growing arousal.

When he slipped a finger inside me, I hummed, and my eyes closed. Ronan clicked his tongue. “Eyes open, sugar. Don’t take them off the mirror. Watch how much you love this—how breathtaking you are when you give into it.”

My eyes flashed open, meeting my reflection in the mirror. I took in my flushed cheeks and my parted lips silently begging for more. There was already a sheen of sweat shimmering on my shoulders and chest, and when Ronan added a second finger inside me, my lips parted more. I sucked the bottom one into my mouth and bit down, but I didn’t move my eyes from the mirror.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he said, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, running his tongue between them as he hummed. “And delicious too. Tastes like sin.” He dropped his voice to a husky whisper. “My favorite.”

“I need you,” I said quietly, watching the blush on my cheeks darken more.

“Oh, I know, sugar,” he cooed. “I’ll let you have all of me soon. Just let me enjoy you for a second first.” The need I felt was nearly running down the inside of my thigh.

My face was decorated with desperation in my wrinkled brow and the deep lines at the corner of my eyes. I licked my lips, and they glistened, but my mouth dried out. All I could think about was the way Ronan would stretch me, and more so, how badly I wanted him to. The silent request was clear in my eyes—he knew it too.

“Promise me you won’t look away,” he demanded, circling my clit with the head of his cock before he lined it up at my entrance, “and I promise I won’t stop until you see how perfect you are when you fall into oblivion.”

I nodded. I would agree to anything to get him to fuck me at this point. My pussy clenched, and I arched my back more to extend my ass out further. I followed the curve from my breast, over my side, and to my hips where Ronan’s hand rested. When he squeezed tighter, I yelped.

“You have to say it.”

“I promise,” I whined, meeting his eyes in the mirror and pleading. “I need you.”

He didn’t hesitate before he rocked his hips forward, entering me and stretching my pussy. A wave of shock followed by familiarity and finally ecstasy crossed my face. “Look at how well you take me.” Ronan pulled out before thrusting into me again, harder this time. “Don’t you look so perfect stretched around my cock like this?”

As he started to find a rhythm, pumping into me faster, my breasts started to bounce. I watched my curves bounce and jiggle in the mirror, and when I looked to meet Ronan’s eyes, he was watching the same movements. His stare was fixed on each ripple of my curves when his hips met my ass, and when he looked up into the glass and saw me staring, his grin stretched across his face.

“I’ll never tire of this view. I could look at you like this all day.” He sped up, driving the head of his cock into my G-spot with each stroke. My legs started to shake, and I was thankful for the desk that supported my weight in case they gave out. “It’s okay to tremble, baby. I’m not anywhere close to done with you yet.”

My eyes widened, but they smiled too. I wasn’t ready for him to be done with me. “Don’t stop,” I encouraged him. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

“I’m not going to stop.” The clapping of skin against skin rang through the small bathroom, drowning out the faucet that slowly filled the large tub. It had to be close, maybe even already to the top, but I didn’t care. Jolts of pleasure shot through my core with each thrust, and I cried out. “And when you scream like that, I’ll never stop.”

When I was close, my pussy clenched tighter around his strokes. My toes curled, and I was certain I was going to fall, even with the support of the counter I had been so grateful for a few moments earlier.

He could tell I was there, moving one hand from my hip to the ponytail that swung across my upper back while he fucked me. Ronan wrapped the bundle of hair around his hand twice before he tightened his grip around it and forced me to look in the mirror I was already staring in.

With his hold on my hair, I wouldn’t be able to look away without closing my eyes, but I couldn’t close my eyes either—he wanted me to see. Do you see how beautiful you are?

“You’re right there. I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me.” Ronan fucked me harder, forcing my body forward with each thrust until his hold on my hair caused the roots to sting. “Now.”

The orgasm that had been building in my core snapped, and I fell against the counter. It didn’t stop Ronan, and he continued while the wet sound of my release between our skin accompanied the movement. His eyes rolled back when my pussy rippled around each stroke, and his mouth fell open in a way that matched mine.

When he came, his body jerked, and a low roar left his throat. It didn’t stop him, and he slowed down, riding out our shared orgasms with meaningful punches of his hips. My face curled and wrinkled, and my lips pursed while intense wave after wave rocked through my body.

Ronan met my stare again in the mirror before he pulled out of me, licking the sweat off my neck while he did. His cum slowly ran from my pussy, and I reveled in the warm, wet feeling of being full of his release. “Do you see why I can’t get enough of you?” he asked, gradually slowing his breaths.

“Yes,” I nodded, standing up straight and searching for comfort in the warmth of his body against mine.

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