Page 35 of Ronan
“Oh, baby girl. You’re feeling feisty today.”
He slaps it two more times in quick succession, cold lube oozing onto my ass a second later, and as I feel his finger slip inside of me, I brace myself to brat just one more itty bitty time.
Clenching as hard as I can, I rock forward and slide my leg back to push him away. “You don’t listen, do you? I said n—”
The head of his cock is forcing its way inside of my unprepped ass. His fingers are thick, yes, but after only five seconds of them stretching me it feels like none at all when his thick cock splits me open.
“Keep that same energy, Atley. Tell me not to give you more.”
More? There’s more?
Fucking hell. My nails dig into my palms as I strain against the cuffs, but fighting makes it worse. “No more,” I gasp out. “Daddy, please—”
“Please?” he asks teasingly. “So this is what it takes to get a please from my little cumslut? I think you can take more.”
Hisvoice is wrecked like this is ruining him too, and right now he sounds so much like Ronan his name almost slips from my lips. But in spite of all the pain I don’t want this to stop, and that’s exactly what that name would trigger.
Night gives me more — all of him I hope — and then he freezes with his hips pressed firmly against my ass.
My heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my temples. There’s nothing I can do to save myself here, not with my hands still cuffed and my body being bent the way it is. I can’t fight him, and this feeling right here is the dirty little fantasy I’ve always wanted.
Fuck, I think I love him.
Grinning even though I know he can’t see it, I steady my breathing and start slowly relaxing my body as I whisper, “This is what I was craving earlier,” quiet enough I’m not sure he can hear me. Good. I’m not talking about him, I’m talking about Ronan. He looked so good and so mysterious with his skin all covered up like always that my wine-tipsy mind started wondering what it would feel like if he bent me over the dining room table and fucked my ass until I cried.
It may not be Ronan, but I’ll get what I want anyway. I always do.
He feels me relax, his hips beginning to move slowly at first, and picking up speed when I release a tiny little moan.
“You were craving this, baby? You wanted to be completely helpless, didn’t you?”
Yeah, that too.
God, there’s something wrong with me. I’m still thinking about someone else when this man is balls deep in my ass trying to make my wildest, freakiest dreams come true. I have to stop.
I have to.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”
“There’s my good girl,” he praises. “Have you been dreaming about me fucking this ass?”
He thrusts into me harder, faster, dragging my step-brother a little further out of my mind each time he bottoms out.
They’re blurred now, Nightbreed with Ronan’s face since I don’t know what he really looks like. “Yes!” I whimper, cheek pressed against the mattress as Night keeps me balanced. It hurts, I can’t deny it. He’s too big and it’s too sudden. I’ll regret this tomorrow when I can’t even sit down for work, yet right now, in this moment... I love it.
“Fuck, you’re strangling me, baby. I’ve never felt something so tight.”
He spanks my ass once and then drags his nails down the spot that stings, making my whole body twitch and shudder. The pain is so warm, so inviting, that I find myself forgetting how to be a brat at all. “Will you do that again please?”
“Needy, needy girl.”
He does it to the other side, then grabs my hips roughly to pull me back into him with each thrust so hard, I can’t speak.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t take it, but I have to. Over and over again, he fucks my wrecked little ass like he’s mad at me, and when his movements begin to falter, I know he’s close. “Goddamnit, Atley.”
Night reaches around to pinch my clit as he grinds himself into me, and it takes everything I’ve got not to come.
