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I cried out, my pleasure heightening, and I could feel myself tumbling toward the edge again.

I tried to fight it.

I failed.

My orgasm exploded through me, white-hot and intense, and I screamed again, my body shaking with the force of it.

He didn’t let up, didn’t slow down. He fucked me like a man possessed, like a wild animal claiming his mate, and all I could do was hold on and ride it out. My legs felt like jelly beneath me, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back my screams, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. My inner walls clamped down around him, but he still pounded into me like a jackhammer.

“Come for me, love,” he growled, his voice rough and ragged. “Fucking come all over my cock.”

My body responded instantly, another orgasm slamming through me. I kept screaming, the sound muffled against thecushions as he fucked me harder, his cock slamming into me with a viciously ruthless intensity.

I came, a rush of pleasure crashing over me and setting every single one of my nerves on fire.

It was too much, too intense, and I cried out, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes as I came apart beneath him.

He kept going, his pace unrelenting as he took everything he wanted and gave me more than I could handle.

“Ronan, please,” I begged, unable to keep quiet any longer.

“Keep coming, pretty girl. I’m far from through with you,” he ordered. “Come for me, and I’ll fill you with my cum.”

Another climax ripped through me with a ferocity that left me gasping for breath. His cock drove into me over and over again as I broke into pieces.

I could feel my sense of control slipping away. I could feel him taking it bit by bit until he stole it away completely.

I couldn’t stop my body from shaking, couldn’t stop wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through me along with the screams he ripped free from my throat.

Helpless desperation rippled through me as he took me as hard and as roughly as he pleased, and I knew that by the time he finished with me, I was going to be one sore, sorry, and overly satisfied girl.

My eyes rolled back in my head.

I pulled in a ragged breath.

My fingers dug into the couch beneath me, holding on for dear life as he used my body faster, harder.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, love. You want that? You want my cum filling up that tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

He laughed, a low, dangerous sound.

“Good,” he said, his tone edged with a mix of amusement and something dark.

I expected him to slow down, but he didn’t.

He just fucked me harder.

Andharder.

Until there was nothing but his cock filling me.

Punishing me.

Owning me.

I whimpered, a broken, desperate sound, and he growled, his hand tangling in my hair and yanking back.

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