Page 47 of Stranded

I know how to take a cue.

“You’re a good kisser, Ronan.” I smirk at him. “I think it’s time you showed me what pretty mouths like yours were made for.”

Ronan’s eyes are like dinner plates. His breathing turns into a harsh, open-mouthed pant as he parts his lips, openly staring at my manhood now. “Yes,” he pants. “Please.”

I’m already crawling up to straddle his chest, and he whimpers happily.

As if I’m giving in that easily. I may be eager, but I know how much he loves to work for it. It would be a shame not to reward him even more.

“What was that?” I tease him, sitting back on my heels instead.

Ronan’s eyes fly open again. He’s blushing right to the tips of his ears, staring up at me. “Please…?”

I grab his head and tangle both hands in my hair, pulling gently at the strands.

Ronan whimpers and bucks off the bed, scrabbling at the comforter. “Oh, fuck! Yes, please, please,please! Tell me to get to work,” he pants. “I’ll do it. Anytime you want.”

That’s very good to know.

I growl softly at him, running my fingertips behind his ears and along his jaw, tracing all the sensitive spots I found earlier. “Better.”

“Please, Alph!” Ronan whimpers. “Please let me suck you off!”

I can see one hand wandering towards himself. I grin and pull it over his head, and then I grab the other wrist for good measure.

“Mmph!” Ronan grunts, squirming helplessly against me. At last, he collapses again and stares up at me. “Please…?”

I can’t stand it anymore.

This is already the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I didn’t know sex could be likethis. Full of my wanting,andhis wanting, and the way those things collide with one another and explode into something ten times hotter, ten times fiercer than we ever could have imagined.

Seeing his true desperation makes my heart softer… and my dick that much harder. As much as I want to tease him all night, Ronan looks too fucking gorgeous. He’s giving me everything I ask for and then some.

Now it’s time to give him what he wants.

I stroke his cheeks, cup his hair, run my hands along the sides of his neck. I lean down, making sure he can hear me… and then I growl the words he’s waiting to hear.

“Get to work.”

Ronan gasps with relief as I shift my weight over him, bracing one forearm over his head. I lean against him, pushing my cock against the wet warmth of his lips…

And I’m inside.

Oh, fuck.

His mouth is so hot. So perfect. I couldn’t have imagined any better. His tongue dances around the shaft, doing things that make my eyes roll back in my head. He sucks his cheeks in, and showers of sparks course through my body.

I push myself further and further into Ronan’s mouth, entranced by the sight of his kiss-swollen lips stretching around my pink-flushed, veiny shaft. I stop just before his throat, but Ronan’s hands are moving again—too fast for me to stop.

Ronan grabs my ass and pulls me into him, hard.

“Fuck!” I grunt. The head of my cock slides into the tightness of his throat. I throw my head back, gasping for breath as my body surges with heat.

I pull back a little, and Ronan keeps his hands on my hips. I think he’s enjoying feeling my muscles flex under his palms as I fuck down into his mouth, slow and steady at first, and then faster.

In between the wet sound of me sliding into his mouth, Ronan’s making the hottest little sounds.

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