Page 15 of Dearest Ronan

That won’t do. I need to take back control.

I left one leg up and crush my knee hard into the wooden beam. Then, using a touch of extra force, I press her firmly against the wood so she can’t even so much as wiggle.

“Please,” she begs. Her hazel eyes glisten against the water underneath our feet.

Her channels squeeze me so tight, I’m at risk of cumming without moving an inch. The soft whimpers she makes are enough to make me insane for her. “I promise to be good,” she says.

“Yeah?” I ask, leaning myself forward with my cock fully sheathed to my balls.

Like putty in my hands, she rubs her hands all over me, like she can’t get enough. Slowly, I flick my tongue against the pulse point against her neck before sucking. I don’t do gentle. Anika knows this, but I’m also punishing her—because she doesn’t enjoy gentle either.

“You want to please me?”

She does that thing that she does a lot, where she stares up at me like I’m a literal god. “Yes, Ronan.” Twinkles laminate in her eyes like a fucking fairy. She’s my biggest fantasy.

Her heels dig into my ass. I don’t even care she still has her keds on, getting dirt and water all over my hind side.

Though I’m already inside her as far as I’m able to go without jamming my balls into her pussy, it still propels my body forward before bouncing off her luscious pelvis. “Sogood, baby.“ I resume kissing and sucking on her delicate neck. I need more, we both do.

Thrusting my hips out, I slide my cock out of her amazing warmth, only leaving the tip of my furious mushroom head against the inside of her pussy lips, before thrusting in again with as much force as I can muster. Anika screams, her head throwing back, and her hair whipping in the wind.

She’s an incoherent mess of words and sounds that to the average schmucks sounds like a mess, but to me is absolute beauty.

Quickening my pace, I hold her up with one arm, using the beam as support as I pound into her. Our heavy breaths mix, fleeing into the ocean wind like a pair of lovers. Fuck, that’s too sappy. Even for me. True, I’m a romantic at heart, but during sex I’m all animal. Anika must be rubbing off on me.

Groaning, I snake my hand to her breast, squeezing and flicking her rosy nipple. So responsively, the bud tightens through her dress.

In tangent to my touch and deep thrusts, Anika’s thighs quiver against my hip. She’s building to a fresh orgasm, clear by the squeezing of my cock. Just a little nudge and she’ll be tipping to the edge.

“Anika, baby,” I murmur as I remove my cock from between her legs, only to slam back into her. “Cum for me.”

Pausing for a second, I slip my hand from her breast to the soaked swollen lips of her pussy. She trembles in my embrace. “Ronan, yes, please,” she moans.

I find her wonderful clit and begin playing with it. Her juices drip into my palm. “So greedy for my cock, aren’t you?”

She doesn’t need words because she responds as her pussy clenches through an overtaking orgasm. Her nails dig into my back as she slams her eyes shut and opens her mouth in a half-scream, half-groan. “Fuck, Ronan. Oh my God, yes!”

Burying my face in her hair, I mutter, “That’s my girl.”

I keep thrusting, loving every second that she’s wrapped around my cock. It isn’t long before my heavy balls tighten. Sweat threatens to fall into my eyes, but I refuse to close them. I want to watch her face as I cum deep inside her.

“Feel it, baby?” I ask, seconds before my dick shoots so much cum, streams are already falling down her thighs before I finish. “All for you.” My body shudders. Before Anika, I hadn’t known I could cum so much.

Once we both have a hold of ourselves, I gently place her back on the ground. Water laps at her calves. It’s my sole focus that I barely register my chill.

Except, with her dress righted and both of us satiated, I’m left again with the chanting inside my head.

Pervert.

Fiend.

Disgusting pig.

Anika

I’ve been staying with Ronan for almost a week and it’s freakin’ magic.

We’ve worked up a nice little rhythm together. After waking at seven am IN THE SAME BED, Ronan showers while I cook us breakfast. I know, I know, it’s stereotypical for the woman to make breakfast, but it’s because he has to be at work by eight am, I swear! Since I’m an independent contractor with only one client right now, I don’t start work until eleven.

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