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The sound of my wet pussy and his heavy breaths fill the air. The look of lust in his eyes is enough to get me there. I’m right on the edge of an orgasm when he pulls away and stops.

My breasts are heaving and I’m panting for him to continue. Looking me in the eyes, he lifts his drenched fingers to my lips and sticks them into my mouth before he attacks my lips with his once again.

Pulling back slightly, he reaches to pinch my nipple as he bites his lip and groans. Grabbing my breast to squeeze in his hand, he then leans in and presses his forehead to mine.

“Are ya sure ya want to play this game with me, love? Ya should answer my question I asked ya now,” he breathes against my lips.

“What?”

“I’m yer man, Danika. I have been for eight months, nearly a year. Why doesn’t yer ma know about me? Why is she trying to set ya up with other men?”

I reach for his face and tug him to me to capture his lips. He allows the kiss, but it’s hard and demanding. Ronan can be aggressive during sex, but this is a bit different.

He groans into my mouth as he pushes his shorts down. I whimper into his kiss as he taps his length against my weeping pussy. Don’t ask me how he got a condom on so fast or where he got it from.

I’ve become used to him pulling them out of thin air and getting them on in the blink of an eye. We haven’t spoken of not using them since that very first time. I started birth control a few months ago, but I haven’t told him yet—there’s so much more to that conversation I’m not sure we’re ready for.

“Tell me, love. Are we going to do this the easy way or are ya going to make me fuck the answer from yer lips? Yer choice, but ya will answer.”

“I’m not afraid of some dick, baby. Do what you must.”

“As ya wish, smart-ass.”

“Ronan,” I cry out and throw my head back as he thrusts into me.

He lifts me from the counter and moves us to the custom lower counter where the doggy island is off to the side of the standard-height island countertop. Yes, the kids eat at the island with us like a family. My heart skips a beat as I have that thought.

This man and his dogs are becoming my family. I can’t allow him or my mother to know how I feel about him.

“Focus on me inside ya,” he demands, pushing me back roughly, causing me to land on my back as he grabs a breast in each hand.

As he kneads my tits, he bends over me to capture a peak in his mouth as he continues to thrust into me hard. The groaning and growling rumbling in his chest is such a turn-on. I reach over my head for the edge of the counter and hold on tight.

“Fuck, Ronan, fuck. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, baby.”

Lifting his upper body, he begins to play with my pussy with his thumb while drilling into me. I don’t care anymore that this man keeps me screaming for him. It’s proof he always does his fucking job.

“Baby, don’t stop. Please,” I whine when he stops as I begin to pulse around him, ready to come.

“Answer the question and I won’t.”

“It’s nothing. We can talk about it later.”

“Ach, ya will answer me now or you’re not coming.”

I look at him with wide eyes and pout. Then a grin comes to my lips. Two can play this game.

I knock his hand out of the way and begin to rub myself while he’s fucking me. He grabs the sides of my torso, his nails digging into my skin. My pussy begins to gush, my orgasm is a breath away.

He quickly repositions me so that my leg is on his shoulder. My eyes roll back and I’m sure he’s going to allow me to come this time. However, right as it’s about to hit, he pulls out.

I growl and narrow my eyes at him. He has a cocky grin on his lips as he strokes himself. God, he’s such a beautiful man.

His body was built for sex. I lift my gaze to his eyes and see a new determination there. He moves back to me and tugs me from the corner, then spins me around to bend me over the surface.

Holding my arms behind me and pinning me down by my wrists, he drives back into me and slaps my ass hard. I have something for that ass though. I begin to squeeze my walls around him.

“Fuck, Danny,” he bites out and slaps my ass again.

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