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“Christ,” he chokes as he pulls out and pushes into me again.

This isn’t sensual love making. It’s not a romantic moment. No, this is years of built up tension. This is raw fucking on the hardwood floors, dirty and hard, just the way I fucking love it.

His cock slides in and out of my ass like a goddamn jack hammer and I begin jerking my cock to match his rhythm. I watch as his eyes flick down, watching me as he groans.

“Fuck! Daddy likes seeing you touch yourself.”

“Oh, are you my daddy now too?” I grin.

Ronan surprises the shit out of me, smacking the side of my ass hard, forcing me to tense around him.

“Fuck, yes, I am. Now be a good boy and take daddy’s cock.”

My cock jerks at that. Shit. I guess I’m into this daddy kink. His hands come to my hips, forcing himself deeper and deeper into me. It’s fucking heaven, it’s everything I thought it would be and more. He’s a fucking animal, and I love every goddamn second of it. Minutes blur together, this lust fueled haze lasting for so long and yet long enough that I couldn’t even tell you how long he’s been inside me. All I can say is I never want him to stop.

“Fuck, daddy,” I groan.

“Yeah,” he growls. “Cry out for daddy. I want to hear you call my name as you cum all over me.”

“You want me to come on you?” I pant.

“Fuck, yes, I do. Paint daddy with your cum, baby.”

I spasm at that, a hard thrust from him catching me by surprise, and before I can even blink, I lose it. Thick ropes of my cum paint Ronan’s shirt and he fucks me harder and faster as I release all over him.

“Fuckkkk,” he groans before his cock throbs inside me, and he falls apart.

His thrusts are jerky and uneven as he pants and groans through it. I swear to god, his orgasm lasts well over thirty seconds, and it’s the most gratifying and sexy thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

When it finally ends, he slumps against me, his body plastered to mine, his cock still inside me. We lay like that for several seconds, just breathing and basking in the post orgasm bliss.

“We gotta tell Sky,” Ronan murmurs against my shoulder.

I nod, pressing a soft kiss against his head.

To my surprise he doesn’t outwardly react. He doesn’t pull away and run. It’s nice.

“Of course we do, and she’s gonna be so fucking pissed she missed it,” I smile.

A rough chuckle escapes Ronan as he nods, sighing softly as we continue to lay on the floor of my house in comfortable silence and complete release.

Chapter Forty

Skyla

Asher drives while Vincent and I sit in the back seat. I haven’t explored downtown Salem all that much. I’ve gone shopping and been to a few restaurants, but nothing too extensive, and definitely not to the historic side of town.

Asher parks on the street, but I can already see our destination. A large sign hangs in front of it saying Salem Witch Museum. It’s a large brick building that looks more like an old church than a museum. We all get out of the car and begin walking towards the entrance when Vincent’s phone rings. He curses as he looks down at it, muttering an apology as he stalks off in the other direction.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, princess,” Asher says as he laces his fingers through mine.

I give him a weak smile and nod as we walk into the building. Instantly, the stale smell that typically occupies older buildings surrounds me. My eyes are still adjusting to the dim lighting in the waiting area when an older employee comes forward.

“Hello! Just two of you toda—”

She stops shortly, her eyes rounding as they bounce between Asher and I.

“Oh, Mr. Putnam. My apologies. I didn’t realize you were coming. I—”

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