Page 28 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

A loud moan slips out of my throat as I wonder if that is how he’ll sound when he comes inside me.

He squeezes my nipple with one hand while the fingers of the other slides out of me and circles my clit until my orgasm rushes to me like an avalanche storming down the alps.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

“Sir,” I cry out, arching against him as my pussy convulses around nothing,

Tears sting my eyes as he presses his lips against my neck.

“Can you take more?” he asks.

I nod, but I’m still floating down the alps with the last of the snowdrift when he slides his foot between my feet, urging my legs wider and wider.

We’re still against the window that faces my parents’ home, but unless my father is looking through binoculars, he’s hardly going to spot me. Though, I suspect the thrill of being caught is high on Ronan’s agenda. I won’t ask about that kink.

“Hands on the glass,” he commands. “And don’t move them.”

I obey, pressing my palms on the cool glass. The motion causes my ass to stick out, but Ronan isn’t interested in my ass. His fingers are once again playing between my folds.

But when he teases me apart, I freeze. “Did you put a condom on?”

“I want you bare, Lucia. I’ve never wanted anyone bare before, but I don’t want anything between us.”

I swallow. I’ve seen his results. He is as clean as a whistle. And I’m on the pill.

Still, a few more seconds pass by as I stare out at his immaculate gardens and consider if it’s what I want.

“I really want to fuck you bare,” he says from behind me. “But if you’re not ready for that—”

“I am. You’re in charge. I trust you.”

He wraps one arm around my waist and breathes deeply against my neck. “Thank you.”

The stubble on his jaw brushes against my skin.

I gasp.

My pussy clenches as his hardness presses against my entrance. It’s only the tip, but it’s thick and my pussy gushes at the thought of him inside me. He glides an inch inside me and back out. I moan.

“You’re so tight.” His voice is strained as he presses his cock inside me again. And slowly back out. His movements quicken, and each time I take a little more of him.

My palms are flush against the window. My feet are arched to meet his height when he slams his body forward, thrusting his cock into me before he bottoms out.

“Oh—” I groan.

“You feel amazing.” He pulls out, and pushes back in, and soon his hips find a steady rhythm.

“You want me, Lucia?”

“So much.” My pussy clenches around his length as he pounds into me while I try to stay on my tiptoes.

His pounding turns rougher. Faster. Harder. And I’m there, meeting every one of his thrusts when his finger slides over my clit, circling.

I’m climbing back to the top of that mountain, ready to glide down the side with the snow.

His free hand releases my breast and slides upward until it covers my throat. It’s not uncomfortable as he presses and whispers, “You can come on my cock now, Lucia. Let me feel that pretty pussy milk me.”

Oh my God!

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