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He’s pounding into me rhythmically as if there’s music playing in the room. I take back all my shit talking about his age. There are men who fuck to find their own release and then there are men like this.

“Oh, fuck, Ronan. I’m coming,” I scream.

This man has me fucking screaming my head off. My eyes widen in surprise. He gives me a cocky smile as he bites down on his lower lip.

While I’m singing for him like he pays the rent and keeps my belly full, he’s deep diving in my guts, like he’s going to unearth the world’s most wanted treasure. It would be one thing if he was just tearing my pussy up, but the man looks sexy as fuck while he’s owning every inch of my body.

“Fuck, Ronan. Holy shit. Yes, yes, yes.”

“You’re mine. This pussy belongs to me, Danny,” he bites out.

I don’t know what I love more. Hearing him call me his or the way my nickname rolls off his tongue. I know I should be more concerned with how he learned the name, but right now he could call me Otis and I wouldn’t care as long as he doesn’t stop fucking me.

He shifts to his knees, giving me a small reprieve as he’s not as deep from this position. Not that it’s much, as he keeps thrusting into my wet walls. He reaches for my ankle and pulls my foot to his mouth.

As he looks into my eyes, he sucks my toes between his lips. While my toes are still in his mouth, he stares down at me as he strokes into me.

As the thought crosses my mind that the chick screaming needs to shut the fuck up so I can enjoy this dick in peace, I realize it’s me. I’m that chick.

It’s so good I’m losing my damn mind. Ronan doesn’t just fuck, he consumes. I should’ve kept my distance.

Now I’m ready for my next hit and he’s still inside of me, wrecking me for life stroke after stroke. His big body looks like it was made to connect with mine. He shifts his angle just a bit and begins tapping at my G-spot.

“Oh my God. This shit is insane. You have to be fucking kidding me,” I breathe. “Un-fucking-real.”

“Ach, I promise ya it’s real. Keep coming for me just like that, love. Yer gorgeous when ya come.

“Ya think ya can handle a bit more? I can go all night,” he says with a cocky glint in his eyes.

Oh, he has me fucked up. I shake off the shock of him fucking my brains out and make good on my promise. I pull my foot from his mouth and pull both my legs behind my head.

His eyes roll back in his head as I begin to tighten my walls around him. I know I have him when he reaches for the headboard and groans as he pumps his hips.

His eyes widen when I begin to throw it at him from my pretzel position. Reaching to cup the back of my head, he then crushes his lips to mine in a hard kiss. Our tongues twist and tangle as we fight for dominance.

I give up on a whimper as he begins to roll his hips and take charge of everything. His touch, his kiss, the feel of him inside of me—it’s all so overwhelming.

“Ya were made for me, Danika. I’m not going to let ya go easily,” he pants into my ear.

He says that now. I wonder if he’ll feel the same once he knows everything there is to know about me. I want to keep him, but I don’t think I can.

What do I do now, Uncle Freddie? What if he can’t take the truth? This is why I don’t bother.

CHAPTER17

Reality Calls

Dean

I wakeup and do a cat stretch. My body feels deliciously sore. Ronan may have dominated that first round, but I got my lick back and then some.

He made good on his word and broke my back well into the morning. The man is insatiable and so damn virile. Even now as I come awake, my pussy is pulsing as if looking for him in his absence.

I glance at the time. It’s a good thing my flight back home isn’t until later tonight. I’ll need the extra time to rest. Too bad I’m flying commercial. Private jets are a Danika Peoples thing. Dean Foxx doesn’t have that type of money.

“She will someday,” I murmur to myself.

Good sex will do that for you. Have you feeling like you can take on the world. Shit, I could write ten novels off last night alone.

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