Page 10 of Dearest Ronan

I don’t want him to know how inexperienced I am; plus, I’m totally loving the taste of his cock in my mouth. Minutes ago, it was I who was trembling, but now that I hold all the power, he’s at my mercy.

Following his direction, I bob my head up and down his shaft, trying my best to hollow my cheeks as I go. Saliva collects in my cheeks, and he immediately hits the back of my throat. Forcing myself to relax, his thrusts choose the pace. But I like the idea ofhim taking his own pleasure. I want to give it to him. So, I splay my fingers on his upper thigh and pop off from his cock.

“Please, Ronan,” I whine.

I’m drenched. Trying to ease the ache between my legs, I subtly rub my inner thighs together, which isn’t difficult because I have no thigh gap.

“You want my cock in your pussy, butterfly?” Really, I want to beg Ronan to let me control the pace, but he’s right. I do want his cock in my pussy.

In my achy, needy, made-for-Ronan pussy.

“Yes, please.”

He flips me over, causing me to squeal in surprise. Then, he leans down and mutters with his lips so close to my ear, his warm breath coats with each spoken word. “Let me show you exactly how I like it,” he says before nosing against my neck lovingly.

With him on top of me, I grip onto his back and wrap my legs around his toned ones. Even his coarse leg and thigh hair is sexy. While my legs tangle around his, he peers down at me with a smirk. “Comfortable, baby?”

I nod.

“Good, because once I start, I’m not stopping.”

I’m drunk on lust for him. It’s a craving I can’t stop, and much how I can’t, nor can I withhold the moans creeping up my throat as his pelvis heavily weighs against mine.

His hips slowly press forward, cock teasing my pussy lips before moving in. Immediately, it burns.

“Jesus fuck, Anika.”

Jesus, fuck, Anika?I could say the same about him! Only his tip presses into my entrance, but it’s already too much.

Tears flood my lower eyelash line, and I do my best to blink them away. I don’t want him to stop. This moment has beenyearsin the making. I saved myself for him. All because myglitter heart that grows only for him wished with every beat of herself that someday Ronan would claim me.

So, no. I don’t want to him to stop, despite the burning pain. I want every throb and every thrust. I want to feel the veins on his angry cock squeeze between my pussy walls. I’ll strangle his dick while he rips me from the inside out.

Unable to control the burning pain, I whimper softly. Luckily, he misinterprets my sounds for pleasure. “Ready, baby?” he asks in that sexy, gravelly voice that makes my toes curl. I furiously nod.

Ronan’s teeth grind together. In one guttural grunt, he shoves his way too big cock inch by inch until it’s fully seated inside. My core burns, but I refuse to let on. Ronan speaks through his teeth. “So tight.” He fidgets his hips. “I’m going to cum in ten seconds if I don’t sit still for a second.” Fine by me. It’ll give my pussy time to adjust to the intrusion, anyway.

Maybe if he breaks me, he’ll keep me.

After a few moments, my body relaxes while he rests his onto of mine like it’s always been there.

Sitting up on my elbows, he brushes a stray hair from my eye. “You okay?” he whispers.

“More than,” I answer. I relish in the feel of his abs against my stomach, his thighs nestling between my legs, and our pelvis’s locking together. If I had more confidence, and if the pain didn’t hurt so much, I would have told him I’m the happiest woman in the world.

With one last gaze into my eyes, silently asking if I’m ready, he slowly retreats, before slowly pushing back in. It’s an odd sensation, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. I grip onto his back, the edges of my nails holding on.

I can’t keep quiet. He’s everything wrapped together in a tight little bow. The sound of our movements turn me on further until I’m moaning directly into his ear.

His hands snake onto my back, near both of my shoulder blades as he pumps faster. Our sweat mixes and between the two of us, we’re a sticky mess.

“Ronan,” I breathlessly chant. Every utterance of his name grows more desperate. “Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.”

Growling, he presses his hand deeper into my back, bringing me so close that we have to take breaths in sync. Let me bruise from the pads of his calloused fingers, let them bury themselves so freakin’ deep that a piece of his soul breaks off into my body.

His pelvis digs into mine as he pounds at a brutal pace. It’s painful, and frightening, and oh so fantastic.

“Ronan,” I moan. “You feel amazing.” I arch further into him, my hardened nipples pressing against him. But my confidence slips when his only response is the curling of his upper lip. It’s like he hates me, or hates what we’re doing. While I love my Dearest Ronan, he’s furious with himself. Anger radiates across his features, and his punishing strokes continue.

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