Page 19 of Ronan
Time crawls as I do, but I pace that small space and teeter-totter back and forth on being angry with her for agreeing to do this with some random dude she met on the internet and being happy as fuck that it’s me.
As the time approaches, I leave the bathroom to hide behind a tree and watch, my heart leaping as she pulls into the parking lot and makes her way over. She’s wearing a black sundress and a pair of blacked-out Chucks, looking so guilty I have to fight a laugh, but there’s no one paying her any mind and she makes it inside safe and sound before I make my way back over to her.
It’sso cold out, I’m surprised she didn’t sprint.
The door creaks as I enter, a smile on my lips when I see she’s already inside the cleaner stall and her breathing grounds me. “That you, baby girl?”
I already know it is, but her gasp makes me impossibly harder in my jeans. “Nigh— Daddy?” she whispers, and I watch her reach for the door handle through the gap but stop short. “Yes, it’s me.”
“You came.” I can hear the genuine awe in my voice so I rush into the stall next to hers and move on. “I cleaned it up in here as much as I could and sanitized this hole twice. What’s your safe word, Atley?”
“I— fuck, I never really needed one. Um... Ronan.”
The fuck?
My entire body stiffens — lungs included, and I swear I might pass out. She said my name, but not in the way my ears crave.
Who am I kidding? My name on her lips in any way is a gift, and now I might try and get her to safe-word just so I can hear her say my name with my dick inside of her.
“Ro-nan? You can share the reason with me later.” Going good so far. Keep your shit together. “For now though... green light?”
She’s silent for too long, then gasps again. “Shit! Sorry, I forgot you can’t see me nod. Yes, green light.”
Chuckling, I reach through the hole and motion for her to come closer, needing to feel her in every way I can.
Her fingers brush mine as she moves in, until my fingertips are glancing against her sundress. Listening to her ragged, shallow breathing as I glide my hand up her thigh has everything else disappearing, and I can’t fight the urge to squeeze and tug her even closer. “Your skin is so fucking soft.”
“Yeah?” She gently grabs my wrist to hold it steady as she moves, letting me feel her stomach, the hemline of her panties. The stall wall feels cold against my forehead as I close my eyes and try to keep my shit together. She thinks we’re strangers, I can’t let myself fall apart over the simplest touch. “Let me make you feel good, Daddy.”
Suddenly, all contact vanishes, and I peek down to see her through the hole. She’s on her knees and ready, the sight alone making me want to rip through this wall and admire it even though jealousy once again coils in my gut. This isn’t for me, it’s for Nightbreed... I just get to reap the benefits.
Focus.
“You want to suck my cock, baby girl? Let me hear it.”
I unbuckle my jeans and shove them down to my thighs, my cock twitching for those lips as she hums.
“I’ve been dreaming about it. The mold you gave me is amazing, but I know it won’t compare to the real thing. Can I have it, Daddy? Will you come in my mouth?”
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, stroking myself once before I step in closer. “You want to taste me, huh?”
My stomach squirms as I stick my cock through the hole for the first time, a vulnerability I didn’t expect dancing with my anticipation, but they both go silent when she gasps at the sight.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to see the expression on her face in real time, but at least I’ll have a video of it.
And I don’t need to see her to know how feral she is. I feel it when she dives in, licking and kissing my cock until it’s wet, moaning as she cups my balls and takes me deep. My brain shorts out at first, but the sinful little noises she’s making keeps me present.
Atley is sucking my dick. My step-sister is doing something I’ve daydreamed about forover ten years and it’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever dared to have.
I don’t overthink the fact that she’s so good at what she's doing because I want to live right here in this moment for as long as I can.
When she pauses to keep me sheathed in her throat, I practically growl. “Goddamn, baby girl. You suck me so good.”
My head falls against the wall with a thud, the urge to pet her face making my fists curl at my sides.
She’s gonna be the death of me.
One hand abruptly disappears from my cock as she moans louder, like she’s touching herself now too. She pulls off of me just long enough to ask, “Am I allowed to come too?” before swirling her tongue around my tip and deepthroating me so far, I can’t speak.
