Page 21 of Ronan
Ronan.
Nightbreed.
Forbidden.
Unknown.
So fuck me if I picture him just a little.
“So good, Daddy,” I whisper, ignoring the faint sounds of footsteps outside. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Those fingers curl, hitting that spot inside of me that has me moaning too loud, but his grip on me is firm. “Come on my tongue so my cock can slide right in this dripping cunt.”
When he licks up my pussy and flicks his tongue on my clit I picture Ronan and nearly squirt all over Nightbreed’s face. The orgasm shakes me so hard that it leaves me panting, trembling.
“Good girl,” he praises, nipping my inner thigh as he stands, and then he lifts me up by my legs to straddle him.
He licks my lips, my jaw, my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as his cock presses against my pussy and he ruts himself inside.
I’ve never felt so wanted in my life.
But I was right, that dildo doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. Gasping, my nails dig into his back as he drives himself deeper and stretches me open, raw for the first time in my life.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, his body trembling as he bottoms out, and for a moment he just sits there and kisses me once again. Slower this time.
I melt into it, feeling the frenzy fade away as I get lost in that kiss, in the way it feels to be full.
When he finally breaks it, his forehead rests against mine.
“Wow,” I whisper. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
Slowly, he pulls out and pushes all the way back inside, a moan leaving him that rivals my own.
“How do you kiss like that? I’m suddenly jealous of every girl you practiced on.”
Night huffs a laugh. “I’m jealous of every guy that touched you before me, so we’re even.” He grinds into me again. “And I’ve never kissed anyone like this. You’re my fantasy come true.”
One day, I’ll have to thank Emma for convincing me to comment. I never expected this, but even if it all falls apart later, I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now getting railed in some seedy truck stop bathroom.
It sucks that I can’t see him at all anymore, but I swear that just heightens it.Every time his lips ghost against my skin, his teeth sink in, he moves a little different, it feeds a fire inside of me that has been dormant for a long time.
“So use me, Daddy. Take your fill.”
Feeling him groan against my throat is everything I was missing, but it’s the filthy words he’s whispering just for me that might be my undoing. “Take me so well, baby girl. I’ve got you right where I want you, and I’m not letting you go until my cum is leaking out of your tight little cunt. Nothing can stop me from breeding you now.”
I could safeword, but why? I want this. “Good. I want you, all of you. I want to walk out of here with your cum dripping down my thighs and your teeth marks on my skin.”
He bites my neck in response, sucking a mark there that will surely stay with me for days to come and the action sends me over the ledge. “That’s it, baby. I can feel you dripping down my cock. This pussy was made to be ruined by me, wasn’t it?”
So it seems. I’ve never had more than two orgasms in one session before, and I’m realizing that if I tip my hips forward just a little, my clit grinds against his piercing. Three might just be the beginning.
“Not just my pussy, Daddy. I’m wearing the plug you gave me too.”
He immediately reaches back to feel it, our moans dancing between us at the contact. “Fuck, Atley.”
He fucks me harder, his cock throbbing inside of me, pushing the plug deeper until the only sound I can make is more of a whimper than a moan.
