Page 13 of Ronan
It’s honestly a little infuriating. “I don’t know. Weirdos, that’s who. Did you get some for yourself?”
His eyes crinkle up slightly, indicating that he’s smiling as he grabs a bag and flashes it on screen. “Naturally. Slowly peel that shirt off for me. Let me see you.”
Here we go.
Taking a shallow breath, I grip the hem and take my time pulling it up over my head,letting it drop next to me. “Are we on a timer today?”
His eyes rake my frame, and even behind the faux color, I can see the desire seeping through. “Nope. You’re mine tonight, Atley. Spread more.”
Thank god I found an old tripod to hold my phone. I just wish the screen was bigger so I can see him up close, pay more attention to the way he reacts as I spread my legs and gasp as the clamp tugs my clit.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hand gripping his cock through the soft grey fabric of his shorts. “How does it feel?”
“Strange.” Looping my thumb under the chain, I tug it lightly until my nipples harden and my pussy gets so wet, I bet he can see it. “But good. It’s a little painful sometimes but I think I like it.”
“Of course you do. You’re my strong girl. I wish I could tug on those chains for myself. Where’s my cock, baby? Let me see your hands wrapped around it.”
I grab it off my nightstand and set it between my legs, wrapping both hands around the shaft. Knowing it’s a perfect replica floors me in ways I didn’t expect, but knowing it isn’t the real thing? That sucks. This dildo won’t be able to shove my faceinto the mattress and take what it wants from me. “It was nice of you to include your piercing.”
“That was a late addition yesterday.” He pulls his cock out and holds it in his fist. “That’s the same bar you saw yesterday. Lick it.”
The command comes out like a growl, one that travels straight to my cunt as I lift the mold and hold eye contact with those devilish eyes. Slowly, I swirl my tongue around the head, then all the way down the side of the shaft and around to the piercing. “The veins were a nice touch, but I bet it’s not as warm as yours. Are you hard for me, Night?”
“Rock hard just for you. See?”
He releases himself so I can see it standing at attention, the tip wet in a way this toy could never be, and I have to fight the urge to tell him to come over.
My chest flutters wildly as I follow his hand without being told, running mine up and down the shaft of the toy as he strokes his own. “Does it feel good?”
Nodding, I see the clench of his jaw through the bandana. “I want to feel your hands. Are they soft?”
“Kind of.” Leaning down, I spit on the head and rub it around with my bottom lip between my teeth. “My tongue would feel better though.”
“Fuck,” he groans, hips bucking slightly. “I don’t doubt it. Suck me.”
Night sits up and moves his face cover out so he can spit on his cock, then plops back down so I can see his abs flex with every twist of his palm.
God, I hate how careful he is. Just give me a peek at the real you, just once. Please.
I guess I’ll have to earn it.
Sucking a dildo with fleshed-out veins is a lot fucking harder than it looks — there isn’t as much give to them as a regular cock, no man on the other side helping you angle, pulling out and thrusting in. It’s just a mass of rubber reminding you that the man of your dreams will always be a phone screen away. Yet once I get used to it, once there’s drool running down the shaft and my throat goes a little numb, it gets easier. Listening to him moan lulls me into a rhythm I don’t want to stop, and I’m not the only one. “Got me leaking, pretty girl. Let me fuck you now.”
Knowing damn well I don’t have the stamina for this, I shift my position carefully soI don’t rip off the clamps and line that pretty cock up with my cunt. To tease him, I grind against the head a little, not sinking down.
Make me, Nightbreed. I told you I’m not always a good girl.
He curses under his breath and squeezes himself as his body adjusts in anticipation, growling when he realizes I’m not pushing it inside of me. “Sit the fuck down on that cock, girl. Let me feel that tight little cunt.”
There it is. I lower so quickly it stings as it stretches me open, but it’s worth it when I bottom out. God, it’s worth it. “I haven’t felt this full in a long time,” I moan. “Maybe ever.”
“Never,” he rushes out, a frown creasing his perfect eyebrows. “That’s only mine. Say it.”
I have to stop moving to focus. Every little thing causes the clamp to tug my clit, making me lightheaded. “It’s yours.”
“Good girl. Now show me how you’d ride me if you climbed on my lap.”
It’s hard without anything to grab onto or any way to hold it down, but I’m honestly not sure I care how ungraceful it looks. It feels good. The curve of his cock hits just right as I move, lifting up until the weight ofthe chain around me causes the clamps to tweak my nipples and clit. There are so many things going on, so many sensations, that I get a little ahead of myself and move too quickly. The clamp slips off my clit, but the first time I feel it drag across his piercing, I hit the edge.
