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For his cock in the one place a cock had never been.

My asshole clenched.

My pussy clenched harder.

CHAPTER 27

Kiera

I waited.

And waited.

Until finally, I heard him move.

I braced myself, every muscle tensing as he walked toward the bed.

I heard the soft sound of a drawer, and then I felt the bed dip behind me as he climbed on. His hands brushed the sides of my hips, and I tensed. I bit my lip so hard I thought I might have drawn blood.

“You’re so beautiful like this, fully exposed, ready and waiting for your very first bottom fucking,” he mused, and my cheeks reddened as my clit thrummed between my thighs. I shifted a bit, yearning to hide and knowing that he was seeing everything I both wanted him to see and didn’t want him to see.

I swallowed hard, the anticipation growing inside me. I had no idea what to expect, but somehow, the unknown was more terrifying than anything else.

Ronan’s hand stroked the curve of my ass cheek and down the back of my thigh, then up again. The gentleness of the touch was almost more overwhelming than anything else.

“Please, sir,” I whispered.

He chuckled softly, and his fingers slid higher, his palm caressing the soft skin of my backside. It was such a tender gesture, such a stark contrast to what was coming, that I found myself holding my breath, waiting.

“You’re trembling, love,” he said quietly, and I sucked in a breath.

“I’m nervous, sir,” I replied, my voice hardly above a whisper.

“I know you are, sweet girl, but you earned this, didn’t you?” he countered, and a shiver of arousal rolled right down my spine and settled deep in my core. I tried to ignore the rising heat within my body, but it was hard. It was so very hard.

I heard him shift behind me and then his hands were on me, tracing the inner curve of my buttock and glancing against my pussy.

“So nervous, yet so wet, naughty girl,” he mused. “You’re glistening with your arousal. I can see it dripping down these pretty thighs.”

I blushed hard and closed my eyes, my pussy clenching at his observation. The worst part of all was that I knew he was one hundred percent right.

I was soaking wet.

He had barely even touched me, and I was ready to come.

“I’m going to open this naughty little hole slowly, love. I’m going to take my time and you’re going to take everything I give you like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, shifting slightly as my clit throbbed with need.

Ronan moved behind me, his fingers brushing my pussy, teasing the seam between my outer lips. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I whimpered, arching my back.

His thumb slipped inside me, just a fraction, and then out again. The movement was torturously slow, and I found myself rocking my hips, desperate for more.

“Look at this needy little pussy. It’s a shame that it isn’t going to get any attention tonight,” he teased, and I shivered hard. Without a word, he lightly slapped between my legs, not hard enough to hurt, but enough for the wet splatting sound to fill the room. My thighs tensed, but I knew better than to move.

I didn’t want to earn his belt too. My heart dropped suddenly at the thought and the question fell off my lips before I could stop it.

“Are you going to spank me?” I asked.

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