Page 9 of Dearest Ronan

My fingers stop their movements. Is he baiting me by implying that I’m a child? “No!” I spit out.

“No, huh?” I breathe in his deep rumble, letting it shake my core.

“More like a popsicle.”

“Have you ever sucked cock before?” I choke on my spit.

I don’t know why I find his words so crude, but I do. That I’m a virgin must be written all over my face. Ronan will never touch me how I want him to if he knows he’ll be my first.

“Of course I have.” I go to puff my chest out, inadvertently brushing my nipples against him.

He narrows his eyes, as if he doesn’t believe me. I witness the debate he argues with himself before finally squaring his shoulders. “Let’s go then, butterfly.” Wrapping his arms around my back until his hands rest just above my ass, he pulls me flesh against him. “Show me what you’ve got.”

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My heart pounds relentlessly, echoing through my chest like the booming of a colossal drum.

It worked! My false confidence hid the embarrassment of getting caught with my hands between my thighs.

And now. . .

Now, Ronan is kissing my neck like a savage animal. His neck is bent and teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh just below my ear. Meanwhile, I’m running my hands through his hair and moaning into the openness of his bedroom.

It’s everything I could ever want. His passion means an eagerness I’ve dreamt about.

He stops biting, only to suckle gently. Thankfully, any pokes of pain disappear with his warm breath. “Ready, butterfly?” he murmurs.

I can’t be nervous. I refuse to be, because I’ve imagined losing my virginity to Ronan since I was fifteen. He’s perfect for me, and I for him.

Taking the lead, I lift off my shirt and quickly unclasp my bra. My breasts gently bounce and my nipples immediately pucker into impossibly hardened peaks. Normally I’d be self-conscious, only because his soon-to-be-ex wife is all straight lines and zero percent body fat, while I’m a solid 36C and imagine that my thighs could suffocate an anaconda if given the opportunity.

My worried thoughts disappear when Ronan’s pupils blow, taking up the entirety of his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I gulp, trying my best to not let him see any of my nerves. He doesn’t notice, and instead seems much more focused on my rising chest. Like he’s about to be scolded by fire, he methodically raises his hand and places it over my breast. While kneading, goosebumps line my thighs. They threaten to quiver, and I pray I don’t fall from weakness.

A sigh leaves my tingling lips. Taking my response as encouragement, he begins to tweak and tug on my aching nipple.

“So fucking beautiful,” he repeats, turning my breath shallow.

I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now. Allowing myself to fully feel my former guardian, my hands snake all over his chest and stomach, loving the ridges and smoothness of his skin. When I die, I’ll die fully believing I’ve touched heaven.

“Those,” Ronan pulls away from my chest and gestures at my pants, “off now.”

Wasting no time, I slink off my pants and panties in one quick swoop. My calves tense once I’m fully exposed. I can’t help it. Just how I can’t help how nervous I am to feel him between my legs. I’ve heard that one’s first time hurts less if the woman is plenty wet. Since I’ve imagined this moment since my sexual awaking, I’m soaked.

With my clothes in a pile on the floor, he leads us deep into his room, and lays in the middle of the bed, arms behind his head, and legs stretched out. His hungry gaze is a direct link to my throbbing pussy. My body’s constant swing between anxiety andarousal is mind-boggling, but every time I meet his light brown eyes, everything else fades away.

Basking in his attention, I crawl onto the bed. Ronan Steele is a god and I’m fully prepared to soak in his nectar.

Beaming with arrogance, he doesn’t remove his hands from behind his head. His rugged biceps strain, naturally drawing my eye down his hard stomach, sexy-as-fuck treasure trail of dark hair, all the way to his exposed thick and long cock. I want to please him.

No, Ineedto please him.

My mouth opens on its own volition as if it desperately wants his dick in my mouth as much as my pussy does. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. My inner thighs tremble, and my mouth waters in preparation. Propelling myself forward, I lean forward until my breasts presses against his legs and my lips hover above the engorged, almost purple head of his velvety cock.

My tongue flicks out, licking up the small bead of precum leaking from his tip. Ronan’s groan is instant. “That’s it, butterfly.” His hips flex forward, pushing past my teeth.

His taste is just a pinch salty, but pleasant enough that I begin sucking on his tip, pulling more bits of his precum into my mouth willingly. “Yes, baby,” he gasps before removing his hand from his head and pressing down on the back of my neck to guide me. “Up and down.”

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