Page 14 of Ronan
“Watching you come apart is mesmerizing. Come for me, come on my cock, pretty girl. Let me hear you.”
When I manage to glance at my screen and find his eyes wide and hand moving feverishly, I lose it. “Oh fuck,” I gasp, hips jerking as my pussy clenches and I finally feel it coursing through me. After yesterday, after seeing Ronan looking so fucking hot today and actually paying attention to me, after watching Nightbreed stroke his cock and saying such dirty things... I needed this. And I need about a dozen more.
I don’t stop. I’m so fucking wet we can both hear it as I lock eyes with him. “Your turn. Show me. Show me how much cum you’d pump inside of me if you were here.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his hips bucking in search of my pussy. “Give me one more. I know you can give me one more before I fill you up, baby.”
Theplug shifting inside of me reminds me that he’s got one more hole to fill first. Shifting, I work it out of me, then grab the lube and slick it as quickly as I can. Without hesitating, I slide his thick cock inside my ass, place the clamp back on my clit, and lean back so he can see the way it stretches me. With my hands braced back on the bed, I can’t touch myself, but every movement jars the chain enough that the clamp does its job. “Is this better? Now you’ve had all of me.”
“You’re killing me, woman.”
He squeezes the head of his cock, distracting me from the fact that I’m pretty sure he just spoke in his normal voice — or at least closer to it. It’s nearly as deep as the one he’s been using, but there’s something comforting about how real and raw it was as he allowed his desperation to seep through the mask. I want more of it.
“You want me to come in your ass? Say it.”
“Please,” I beg, craning my neck to see him as I bounce. “Come in my ass, I need it. Fuck, you’re so big.”
“Atley,” he groans, his hips stilling as that first rope of cum spurts out, and then he’s right back to fucking his fist.
I can’t stop myself from leaning in for a better view as he covers his stomach with it, multiple streaks shooting all the way up to his chest and neck, making a mess of him like I’ve made a mess of myself. “What’s it taste like?” I ask before realizing he probably doesn’t want to eat his own cum. “Fuck, I wanna lick you clean.”
Chuckling, he holds out his cum-covered hand for me in offering. “I wish you could. Fuck, I haven’t come that hard in forever. This is all you, beautiful. You did this to me.”
He uses his thumb to wipe some off of his throat, and I’m yet again struck by how familiar he seems.
“We’ve never met, have we?”
I’m not too far gone to miss the way he stiffens. “What makes you ask that?”
His not-voice is back, maybe even a little deeper this time, but it doesn’t change anything.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, I just feel like I know you from somewhere. It’s probably just my subconscious trying to stop me from feeling like a whore, though,” I laugh quietly. “Sorry.”
He huffs. “You’re not a whore. All this was just for me, right? No one else?”
I glance down at the giant dildo still buried in my ass and shake my head. “No one else.”
“Good girl. It’s okay that you want to know me, especially right now while you feel so exposed. Take me out slowly.”
Is there any other way? Now that it’s over and all the horny chemicals have receded, every part of me feels raw. My ass is stretched, nipples are irritated, my clit is so sensitive I’d probably cry if someone breathed on it... but it still somehow feels amazing.
“If I go clean myself up quickly, will you stay on the phone?”
“Yeah, take your time. Put my shirt back on and some comfy panties.”
Grinning, I slide off the bed and grab the toys I used before heading to the bathroom. Cleaning them sounds like a tomorrow problem, but I take a quick body shower just to feel human again.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, I throw his t-shirt back on, a pair of cotton boyshorts, and climb back into bed. Seeing that the call is still connected makes me smile. “You stayed.”
“Of course I did.” He has the skull bandana on again and a black t-shirt tomatch mine. “There was cum on my other face mask, so I had to clean up too. Where’s that water, Atley?”
So bossy. I think I like it.
Grinning, I lean over the side of my bed to grab the water and candy from the box. “You really thought of everything. I can’t imagine the effort you’d put in for someone you can actually touch.”
Humming, he slouches back in his seat with his eyes locked on me. “No, this is all just for you.”
They’re nice words, they are. But he’s seen every inch of me, watched a mold of his cock fuck every hole I have, and I don’t even know what color his eyes are. I don’t know his name, or what his smile looks like. It’s really disorienting.
