Page 109 of Play Pretend

“You’re alright, baby.” He kissed the tip of my nose, then each cheek before finally kissing my mouth. His hand snaked between our bodies, and he found my clit again.

He rubbed small circles until I was writhing beneath him. With a snap of his hips, he slid deeper, stretching me more. But it wasn’t as painful anymore.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He dropped his forehead against mine as he pulled out before slowly sliding back in. “I’ve dreamed about this for—” He cut himself off and bit his lip.

“I have, too,” I admitted. His eyes flew open. They were only an inch from mine, but I saw everything in them. Everything he felt but was too scared to say.

Instead, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. He buried his face in my neck as he pushed deeper, settling himself all the way inside me. I’d never felt so full before—so loved.

I pushed the word away and focused on this moment. His fingers gripped my ass as he spread me apart, angling himselfdeeper. Slowly, he dragged his hips back before he pushed in. It was an agonizingly slow pace, and I groaned.

It felt good, but I needed more.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Faster.” He pulled away to stare down at me, unsure. “You won’t hurt me. Just use me, Ronan. Use me to make you feel good.”

His neck strained as he pulled out again, almost all the way. But this time, he slammed back in, his hips slapping against mine. The headboard banged into the wall, and I braced my hands on it.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “God, can you feel how deep I am?” His hips pressed flush against mine, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. A gasp caught in my lungs as he pressed even deeper, letting me feel every inch. “Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

Warmth spread through my body at the praise. I didn’t know I’d love it so much, butgod,it was driving me insane. He leaned back on his knees and gripped my waist, dragging my ass onto the tops of his thighs. My back arched, and my legs were spread wide as he fucked into me at a faster, harder pace.

Each brutal thrust made my breasts bounce. The headboard kept hitting the wall, and a scream ripped from my throat. Sweat beaded along his forehead before dripping onto my body.

“Rub your pussy,” he gasped. “I want you to come again.”

His hips snapped forward, the tip of his cock hitting me so deep, all I could do was scream. My shaky hand moved down my body until I got to my clit.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Fuck. You’re such a good girl, doing what you’re told.” His gaze stayed between my legs, sweat beading along his forehead as he watched his cock fill me. “You look so fucking good taking my cock, baby. Your pussy is stretching around me—so fucking tight and wet.”

My hand was a blur, each swipe sending electric zaps through my body. I screamed his name, and he dropped his head back, the veins in his neck straining.

“I wish there wasn’t a condom separating us,” he muttered. “I want to feel your pussy raw. I want to fill you up with my cum until you’re stuffed and overflowing. I want you to walk around this fucking town with my cum seeping out of you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Fuck.

My toes curled as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. His hands slid up my body to my breasts, and he roughly squeezed them. Suddenly, he bent forward, wrapping his lips around my peaked nipple.

I cried out at the sensations rushing through my body. His thrusts never stopped, never got gentler. He fucked me hard and fast, until I was shaking and barreling toward a release I knew would shatter me.

His teeth sank into my nipple, and that was it.

My back bowed, my body tensing and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. He grunted and groaned, his fingers digging into my waist as he fucked deeper into me, pushing his cock in as far as he could.

With an animalistic growl, I felt him spill inside me—in the condom. He froze, his body like marble as he rode his release with me.

I panted, trying to catch my breath as I ran my fingers through his hair, waiting for him to come back down. Finally, he pulled away, his eyelids hooded.

“Are you alright?” he murmured, kissing one eyelid, then the next. “Did I hurt you?”

I knew my smile was lazy as I threw my arms around his shoulders. “I feel amazing.”

He kissed me again and held me tightly to his chest. I’d never felt like this before—this warmth filling my chest. It bloomed and spread to every corner of my body, of my soul.

Gently, he pulled out and rolled off the bed. “Stay here,” he said softly. “I’ll get a cloth to clean you up.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he just lifted his eyebrow in a way that said he dared me to argue. So, I grinned and relaxed into the pillow with a sated smile. He disappeared into the bathroom, and just a few moments later was back with a damp washcloth.

He sat between my legs, and I felt my face heat with embarrassment. “You don’t have to?—”

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