Page 14 of Dearest Ronan

My butterfly temptress finally releases her lip and watches me with an innocent gaze. Does she not realize how incredibly sexy she is? “I made a boo-boo.” I swear to God, she pouts her lips to taunt me.

“Hm?”

Wind blows around us, sending tiny bits of salt against my cheek. Meanwhile, Anika rubs her hands against her bare arms. Instinctively, I tug her against my chest. At least I’m wearing a sweatshirt.

I wrap my arms around her back, giving her some warmth. “What is it, baby?”

She buries a chilled nose against my neck. “I’m sorry, Ronan. When I was bringing my suitcase up your stairs, I accidentally knocked over the lamp in the living room.”

“Okay. . .” I drawl. Pretty sure I got that lamp at a family dollar for about ten bucks. No sweat.

“That’s not all.” Softly, I rub her back, considering if I should take off my sweater and give it to her. She pulls back to stare directly into my eyes. “After I knocked over the lamp, a glass shard fell under the coffee table. When I bent to get it, I knocked the top of my head underneath the coffee table and stumbled right into your plasma television.”

She’s upset over a broken television while I’m more concerned about her bruised head. Gently, I kiss the top of her hair. Thankfully, she doesn’t wince, and only blinks up at me. “You okay?” I ask.

She pulls her lips together into a tight line. “Aren’t you mad?”

“That you hit your head? It was an accident, butterfly.”

“No,” she clicks her tongue. “Mad that I ruined your lamp and plasma.”

I grip the bottom of her chin to ensure her entire attention lays with me. “I cannot stress this enough, Anika. I absolutely do not give a fuck about anything but your safety.” Every ounce of my being wants to scream into the void that useless objects and home expansions do not make me happy. All I want is the health and happiness for those I love.

That’s it.

And that’s exactly why I gave in to Carolyn so much. If I wanted my wife to be happy, and the only thing that made my wife happy was money and trinkets, of course I bent to her will so easily. Bending and bending until I broke.

Anika takes a deep breath. “I really am sorry.”

“I know. Just be careful, okay? I’m much more concerned about your safety than anything else.” Geesh, I sound like her dad.

Changing the subject, I consider how I brutally took her virginity yesterday. “Did you use the heating pad like I suggested?” This morning before leaving, I dug out my trusty heating pad and urged Anika to drape it over her poor pussy.

Working as a longshoreman, I’ve worshipped the thing regularly after a hard day at work. And, if it’s touched her intimates, I’ll worship it even harder.

She beams. “Yes, thank you.” Much how Carolyn bent me through our entire marriage, I’m bending now. Physically, that is. My lips hover above hers for several seconds as I rake in her minty breath and coconut smell. Who needs alcohol when just being around this woman is enough to intoxicate any man?

When her tongue pokes adorably underneath her front teeth, I’m done for.

We smash together ravenously, and I don’t bother waiting for her to open for me before shoving my tongue between her luscious lips. She’s heaven and arousal and intoxication all mixed in one. It’s enough to drive any man insane, and insane I am.

Anika’s smooth thighs wrap around my waist, her flowy knee length dress rising from the motion. The walkway above us groans as the waves crash into the pillars and against my legs, but I won’t let her fall. Taking a few steps, I walk us to the beam holding the dock up while she claws at my hair, rubbing her mesmerizing pink pussy all over my abs.

“Ronan, now,” she pants like she’s doing to die. Like I’m the only one holding her together.

Yet, that can’t be, because my butterfly has always been the one keepingmetogether. I growl deep in my throat at this. Wanting to tell her, but keeping it inside.

Reaching the beam, I push her against it, ready to fuck her relentlessly until she’s begging me to stop. I want her juices falling down her sweet thighs and mixing with the ocean lapping at my shins. Dripping until it’s more of her cum than actual salt water.

My dick strains at the thought. Ronan Jr is ready to risk cutting himself on the jagged edge of my closed zipper for just a taste of her pussy. Luckily for him, I hastily unbutton my pants and yank them down, taking my boxer briefs with it so he doesn’t have to try.

As always, Anika’s gaze crashes downward, practically drooling over the sight of my cock. “You that needy for me, butterfly?” I ask, rolling my thumb against her bottom lip.

“Always,” she murmurs before sucking my thumb into her mouth. So wet and warm, just like her pussy. It boosts my already inflated confidence, especially as I just know her wetness is soaking through her panties.

Unable to wait a second more, I remove my thumb from her mouth and tug her underwear to the side. I’m cold, and so is my cock, though my lust for her keeps me hard and throbbing. In one swift lunge, I plunge deep into her tight cunt.

While I grunt in satisfaction, she’s gasping into my ear before frantically digging into my shoulder blades. “Fuck yes,” she moans. My desperate little minx begins gyrating her hips.

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