Page 108 of Ronan

Once in the foyer of the apartment, I tug her to me to connect our lips again. Her mouth is salty and sweet. I’m enjoying the flavor as much as the feel and passion of the kiss.

“I want you,” she pants as she leaps onto my waist.

I catch her in my arms and wrap her legs securely around me, then hook my arms under her thighs and palm her ass. I can’t think straight to execute my plans for the rest of our date.

Watching my wife look so happy about such a simple date kept me semi-hard the entire time. It was a fun date. We’ll have to do something like it again.

There’s so much Danny could be stressed about, but she’s been holding her head up about it all. I love and respect her more for the composure I’ve seen her have over the last month. If she knew the secret I’ve been hiding from her, she’d probably lose it on me.

Her mother asked me not to share with her that I’ve confirmed that Anika has been missing for going on over a year and a half. I’m still digging for answers. Someone has been living her life to make it seem like she’s still around.

However, I was able to confirm quickly it’s all bullshit. Even though her rent is paid every month at her apartment in PA, she hasn’t been there since right before Danny came to Ireland. Den’Nisha believes it’s best not to tell Danika.

She says with Danny’s temper, it’s likely we won’t find answers or Anika if she’s still alive. I’ve seen that temper firsthand. I don’t doubt her mother.

I’d never forgive myself if, after all this time, I were the reason her sister never returns. Den’Nisha is almost certain her other daughter is still alive at this point. I’ve doubled down on my search.

The thought of someone trying to hurt this woman in my arms or someone who means something to her makes me see red. I’m going to find her sister and then I’m going to kill whoever is responsible for this.

“Aye, I need ya too. Ya have no idea how bad.”

My plans forgotten; I carry her to our bedroom. I peel her top off and toss it to the floor. Her bra is the next thing I discard.

Her breasts have been taunting me all night. I want to bury my cock between them and suck them into my mouth until I have her screaming for mercy while begging for more. I release her to slide down my body so I can do just that.

Needing some relief, I unzip my jeans and peel them open. I don’t take my eyes off my wife as she wiggles free from her skirt then saunters over to me in her espadrille heels.

Slowly, she drops to her knees before me, not breaking eye contact. I cup the side of her face and run my thumb across her lower lip. She reaches into my pants and pulls me out.

My cock twitches in her palms. The anticipation has my skin buzzing. Her mouth is phenomenal.

She can suck a cock and leave a man feeling peeled and confused on how he ended up broken, yet wanting more. She gets me every time. I have no complaints about her head or her insanely tight and wet pussy.

I’m always left wanting more. I suck in a sharp breath as she begins the task of snatching my soul. I allow her to bring me close to the edge until I can’t take the waiting any longer.

Reaching under her arms, I then lift her and carry her over to the lounge chair in the bedroom, positioned next to the window. While I strip from my clothes, she reaches for the remote to the sound system and turns on the music. I go to the hidden chest in the wall and pull the oil and cuffs from inside.

My girl gives me a knowing smile and reaches her hand out for the bottle of oil. I hand it over to her. She squirts the liquid across her breasts and begins to rub it in.

I take the bottle and pour some into my hand. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I watch as she spreads her legs for me. With a grin on my lips, I rub the oil in my palms to warm it.

Then I begin to rub it across her skin, running my hands all over her body. She shivers as I glide my palms up her sides and over her stomach, then back down to cup her pussy.

I stroke her core and prime her for my coming feast. She squeezes her breasts together and bites her lip as she watches me. I reach to stroke myself with my free hand.

With a seductive look in her eyes, she leans forward while holding her tits together. I drop my gaze to her full, firm breasts. I now know the work that goes into her keeping her body looking the way it does.

There’s a lot of training that makes her the force she is. I love that this powerful woman allows me this power over her. I know that even at my height and size, she could easily take my life, but she’s been submitting to me with so much trust and love.

“You want to fuck them, don’t you?” she purrs as she eyes me stroking my length.

“Aye, come here.”

As I stand to my full height, she scoots to the edge and allows me to glide my way between her oil-slicked boobs. I groan as she applies pressure, squeezing tightly around me.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, baby,” I breathe as I pump my hips.

Danika pulls away and begins to stroke me. I bend at the waist and take her lips. She moans and continues to stroke.

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