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All the while, the pressure between my thighs was building, a swirling, aching throb that begged for release. I squeezed my legs tighter, trying to ignore the wetness dripping down my thighs, but it was no use.

I was soaked.

The sounds his cock was making as it thrust in and out of my mouth were filthy, obscene, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning around his cock.

It was shameful.

I felt like a slut.

His little slut.

Immediately, my mind recoiled, but there was no time to react as his cock thrust deep down my throat, well past the ring of muscle at the back, and I only just stopped myself from gagging.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” Ronan grunted, his breath coming faster as his pace quickened.

My pussy clenched, and I could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, ready to snap.

“Come for me, love,” he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Reach between those pretty thighs and touch that wet little pussy for me. Make yourself come with my cock in your mouth.”

I froze, his words echoing in my ears. This was wrong, so, so wrong.

I couldn’t do this. Icouldn’tgive in.

And yet…

I wanted to.

He pulled back, his cock sliding past my lips as he stared down at me, his dark eyes flashing with something primal and possessive.

“Now, Kiera,” he demanded, his voice firm and unyielding.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and slowly reached between my legs. My fingers slid easily through my sopping wetness, and the moment I touched myself, a moan slipped from my lips.

It felt good. So damn good.

It shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this.

“That’s it,” he breathed, his cock pulsing against my tongue as his hand tightened in my hair. I swirled my fingers over my clit, hating how wet I was, ashamed of how my body was reacting.

How I wasn’t saying no.

I pressed a bit harder on my needy bud and cried out as a flash of pleasure shot straight through me.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice a low rumble. “That’s a very good girl.”

His cock throbbed in my mouth, and I whimpered, the sound muffled by his length. He was close, I could feel it, his shaft swelling as he pumped between my lips. I swirled my fingers faster, the pressure building, and I knew I was teetering on the edge.

But he held back and thrust hard into my throat.

And I shattered.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My fingers kept moving, drawing out the pleasure as Ronan fucked my mouth, his pace relentless. My body went rigid as red-hot bliss spiraled through me, taking me by storm and refusing to let me go.

I was lost, overwhelmed, and the only thing that kept me grounded was the taste of him, and the weight of his cock on my tongue.

I came back to earth just as Ronan grunted.

“Ask me to fuck that needy little pussy,” he instructed, his voice firm and no-nonsense, and in that moment, I realized that I’d always expected this.

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