Page 8 of Ronan
“No, it’s better,” I admit. “Am I what you expected?”
“So much better. Twist that nipple bar for me.”
He grips the head of his cock and pauses to watch me, hopefully not noticing my shaky fingers and hitched breathing. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
The twist makes my pussy clench and my eyelids flutter, a deep hum leaving his chest that I wish I could feel. “Are you wet, pretty girl? Feel down there and show me.”
Oh, I’m wet. As I slip my fingers into my shorts, I allow myself to fully lean into this. We’re already this far, and even if I run into him in public one day, I won’t know who he is. I have no reason to be embarrassed, no reason to deprive myself of this.
Clearly, my pussy agrees. When I dip my fingers inside myself and pull them back out, they’re shiny enough I know he can see it through the camera. “Like this?”
“Fuck me, Atley.” He releases a sigh and squeezes himself tighter. “What I wouldn’t give to suck those fingers clean. Do it for me.”
What’s it say about me that I’ve been praised more in the last five minutes by a stranger than I have ever been by anyone in person?
Probably that I have god-awful taste in men.
Smirking a little, I flick my tongue over the tip of my pointer finger and hum, watching the parts of him that I can see for a reaction. As his muscles tighten and his cock twitches, I suck my fingers into my mouth and pretend they’re the perfect cock I’m staring at.
It elicits a growl that makes my toes curl. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
He tugs off his sunglasses and turns away to set them aside, my breathing stopping entirely until he’s meeting my gaze again and I lock eyes with piercing white ones.
Contacts.
Fucker.
But I’m also aware he’s never filmed a video like this before, so it’s his way of giving me something no one else has had yet.
My heart flutters as I nod and slip my fingers back out. “I can be. I’m not always a good girl. Most people don’t deserve it.”
“Damn right they don’t,” he agrees, twisting his fist with a shuddered breath. “I bet you’d be my good girl though. What toys do you have?”
Not enough. “Just a vibrator and a plug right now.”
“I’m gonna need you to suck something while you play with your pussy for me. If I put a care package together and told you where to pick it up tomorrow, would you?”
Tomorrow? My stomach squirms as I nod. Does that mean this won’t just be one phone call? “Where are you though? We’re probably not close.”
His eyebrows pinch together in a frown that’s gone in a blink. “Shit, I didn’t think of that. We have the same area code, so I assumed you were near Saint City.”
“I am,” I say quickly. “So yes, I can do that.” Holy shit, he’s here? He could’ve been anywhere in the world and he’s here?
I hate that I can’t see the smile I know is there. I feel it, feel he’s just as pleased as I am, and yet I want nothing more than to tug that skull mask down. “Thank fuck. So you know St. Andrew’s?”
Everyone does. It’s a school of absolute debauchery, meant to train submissives for powerful men. It’s also the epicenter of crime in our town, full of criminals and mobsters and who knows what else. I actually thought of applying there once, but decided against it. I’d rather find my partner organically and because I love them, not because I was groomed for them. “Yes, I know it.”
“Good.”
He tells me he’s going to leave it behind the right side gate at noon, and as he talks I can’t help but stare at his thumb as it rubs the wetness at the tip of his cock.
What did he want me to do again? Oh yeah. I shift a little so I can wiggle out of my shorts, careful not to show him too much. He is still a stranger, after all. Once I’m free, I pinch my clit as I suck my fingers into my mouth again, letting out a little moan.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Let me see your pussy. All of it... don’t be shy.”
Fuck. So much for that idea.
Screw it.
