Page 22 of Ronan
But fuck, it feels good.
“Right there,” I gasp out. “Oh god, don’t... don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. For the first time a man actually listens to me and keeps the exact pace my body is yearning for as his teeth nip their way along my jaw, and when his lips meet mine again, I think I fall in love.
No one has ever cared about my pleasure like this before. This orgasm leaves me shaking in his arms, my whole body trembling with need and satisfaction. “Breed me,” I whisper. “Come inside me, Daddy.”
“Atley,” he groans, fingers digging into my skin so deep I know I’ll have marks for days to come, and when his cock begins to pulse inside of me it takes everything not to rip the blindfold off and watch. “Fuck... coming.”
Night buries himself inside of me, and I actually start to believe that he’s never done this before. Men lie about shit like that constantly, but this feels raw and new, even for him.
If it is a lie, I’d rather keep believing it.
Tipping my head back against the wall, I let out a breathy, sated laugh. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, his lips peppering kisses across my face like he can’t stop himself. “My cum is inside of you.”
It’s such a low whisper I don’t know if he meant to say it out loud, and I also might’ve hallucinated it — he sounded exactly like Ronan.
I think I’m mixing fantasies a little too much here.
“I can feel it,” I admit. “I can feel you.”
His head falls to my shoulder, his hips still pressing into me so his cock stays sheathed, and his sigh sounds almost relieved. “Keep me in there. Don’t shower tonight, baby girl.”
Yeah, okay. As hot as that sounds in theory, I can’t imagine what it would feel like to not shower.
In an effort to not ruin his fantasy, I nod. “I won’t.”
“Mmhm,” he hums into my ear, the deep timbre making me shiver. “Promise me.”
Fuck. Oh well, it’s not like he’ll know. “I promise, Daddy.”
“My perfect girl,” he praises. “Do you know how badly I want to steal you away and keep you for myself right now?”
That should be flattering, but really it’s a little scary. Heisstill a stranger, after all. A stranger who won’t show me his face, tell me his real name, or reveal anything personal about himself at all beyond what candy he likes and that he’s left handed. Not much to give a police officer if this goes sideways.
I need to get out of here, I think.
Smiling as softly as I can, I lean in and end up kissing the side of his nose instead of his lips. Fucking blindfold. “Maybe one day you can do that. For now, we should probably leave before we get caught.”
I feel him nod, but even without being able to see, I know he doesn’t want to. I feel it in the curl of his fingers, the pulse of his cock, the growl in his throat.
But even with all that, he knows I’m right.
Feeling him slide out of me is strange, but as my feet hit the ground again, I feel more centered. “How do you want to do this? Do you want me to keep the blindfold on untilyou leave, or do you want to go into the other stall, I’ll take it off and toss it over to you and leave first?”
His mouth presses against mine the second I finish my question, that skilled tongue working its way inside for yet another heated kiss, and then all contact disappears.
“Take off the mask.”
My stomach flips violently as I brace myself to see him for the first time, but as I pull the blindfold off, I’m disappointed.
His skull mask is firmly back on his face. Handing the fabric back to him, I reach up to fix my hair. “Thanks for that.”
He’s staring at me so intensely, I feel frozen to the spot. “Anytime. Thank you for coming and making my fantasy come true. Are you okay to drive home?”
Nodding quickly, I fix my dress. “I’ll be fine, it’s not a far drive. I think I’ll take the plug out first though,” I tease. “The drive here was... uncomfortable.”
