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Finally, he stops. “If you want something, ask for it, Justine. Whatever you ask me for, I’ll give you. You know that.”

I barely even hesitate. Maybe it’s the way he’s worked me into a frenzy. Maybe it’s the fact I know he likes me like this. Whatever it is, I open my mouth and the filthiest, most demanding thing pours out. “I want you to lick my pussy until I come.”

Ronan groans. That only makes me bolder.

I’m not done. “I want you to make me wetter than I’ve ever been before, and then I want to feel your hard cock inside me over and over, until I can’t take anymore.”

THIRTY FIVE

Ronan

Justine boldly lists the things she wants me to do to her and my cock throbs in response. I love hearing her say those things to me. To feel the walls she’s built around her sexuality crumbling. For me.

It’s a travesty she’s felt ashamed of her own desires—her own needs. That she hasn’t felt able to ask because she’s been used to being denied.

If she was mine, I could never deny her.

Not for long, anyway.

I’m already backing off the bed as I whisper my answer. “As you wish.”

It should always be this way. Justine uninhibited. Free to demand what she deserves.

I grasp her legs and tug her to the edge of the bed.

I don’t have to ask her to spread her thighs for me. She does it instantly. The little moan of delight she makes when I lower my head to her cunt only makes the flavor better. As if her pleasure is a taste in and of itself. Perhaps it is. I like to imagine she tastes better under my tongue than she would for any other fool who wouldn’t know the first thing about what it takes to please this woman.

For a few minutes, I focus all my attention on my task.

I lave up and down with my long tongue, paying attention to every part of her delicious pussy. Then I delve deep inside, curling my tongue until she bucks and gasps.

Now I have her where I want her. I lick her tight little cunt until my tongue aches. I grip her hips and pull her against my mouth. I ravage her pussy and clean every last drop of bliss from her. And then I start all over again.

I don’t bother counting. I’ll know when she can’t take anymore. Eventually, though, she tugs at my horns. “Ronan! Your cock, please!”

It’s hard and straining, ready to be used for her pleasure, too, so I’m not going to argue. “Good girl,” I tell her as I crawl over her, looking down to admire her beauty. “Such a good girl asking for what you want. Do you remember what I told you?”

She nods. “That you’ll give me whatever I want.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I will. I’m going to give you my cock.” I take it in my hand and rub it through her slick, coating it until I’m ready to burst from pleasure.

Then I stop. “And you’re going to take what you want from me. You understand?”

Her brows knit together in a frown. “What do you mean?”

I roll us until she’s on top, straddling me. She looks down at me with a worried expression. “You want me on top?”

I nod. “Tonight you’ll take what you want, exactly the way you want it. And you won’t worry about me at all. Have you got that?”

She licks her lips. Her gaze drops between us to my cock throbbing against my belly.

God, I’m so ready to be inside her. I’ve been ready since I put her to bed last night with the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

I’m glad I waited, though. Because this weekend is not about me. It’s about her. And she’s going to get exactly what she wants. Every single thing she wants that I can give to her.

I hold her hips and guide her to the right place.

She takes my cock in her hand and together we fit me at her entrance. She has to stretch right up, planting her feet on the mattress to take the tip of me into her.

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