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I wasn’t given permission.
Panting, I suddenly panic about what’s gonna happen to my asshole when he pulls out. “Stay,” I blurt.
“I’m not going anywhere. Come for me. Come with me, baby. I need to breed this perfect ass.”
He speeds up his thrusts again and I’m such a mix of anxiety, pleasure, and pain that I don’t even notice the orgasm hitting me until it knocks the fucking wind out of me. I can’t hold onto anything but my own hands as he loses himself and fucks me like an animal.
“Gonna fucking come. Tell me where to come, baby girl. Where do you want it?”
“In my ass,” I rush out. “Come in my ass, Daddy.”
“Fuck, fuck. Say your safeword for me. Say it so I can pretend I’m taking you against your will. Just once.”
What?
It trips me up, but he’s literally here fulfilling my fantasy. I can play into his too.
“Ro-Ronan,” I try to say firmly, but it comes out more of a moan. “Ronan!”
Immediately, Night tips over the edge, his hips slamming against me as he groans with his release, and I feel every single pulse of his cock.
I’m dying to know what went through his head that he didn’t say out loud, but I’m too distracted by the feeling to ask.
God, it’s different.
So warm and... full.
My eyes flutter as I sink into it, his fingertips ghosting along my skin much softer than before. “Are you okay, baby girl? Was I too much?”
I shake my head as much as I can. “No, I love you.” Well, that’s not what I meant to say. “I mean... I loved it.”
He releases a relieved breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he undoes the cuffs. “I love you, too. I mean, it.”
My stomach squirms as I adjust to get my elbows under me again. The ache in my shoulders peaks and ebbs, complimenting the faint throbbing of my clit and the feeling of being stretched. Do we love each other? Probably not.
But I could get used to this.
“I think I might die if you pull out right now.”
“You won’t. But I do have to pull out, Atley. I need to clean you up, blindfold you and kiss the fucking life out of you.”
And now my stomach drops. He still isn’t going to tell me who he is.
“Okay.” I nod as I brace myself. “Go ahead.”
He moves around in silence, his hands gentle as he wipes up the mess he made. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed in thefact that I won’t find out who he is tonight, but after he covers up my eyes and brings his lips to mine, I decide this will be enough for now. At least he isn’t leaving me yet.
For a while, I get lost in how it feels, the way he tastes. It’s strange kissing lips I’ve never seen, but we move so naturally together that it’s almost addictive.
Breaking apart is hard for both of us, his lips tentatively pulling back as mine seek more, and he is quick to oblige, only breaking the spell when he realizes we both need air. “Damn,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Damn.”
He releases a noise that sounds like he’s biting his lip and staring at me intently, making me glad for the blindfold for once. He’s already made me blush enough.
“I’m still not done with you, Atley.” His thumb slides along my mouth, letting me know exactly what he plans on taking next. “But we’re going to take a breather first. Do you have a bath or just a shower?”
“We only have a bathtub,” I lament. “The showerhead hasn’t worked since before we moved in.”
