Page 8 of Trouble Walked In

Her hands shook as she as she obeyed. She watched in a haze of need as he pushed his jeans down. She took in the sight of his throbbing cock, a new wave of lust jolting through her system. He was hung.

He settled on the couch and said, “Come here, Moira. Slide that tight little pussy down over my cock and take what you need.”

She watched in fascinated arousal as he stroked a fist up and down his throbbing erection. She'd never seen a cock that size before. He was gigantic. She wasn't even sure if he would fit inside her, but she was damned sure it was time to find out.

Her whole body buzzing with need, she crawled onto his lap and straddled him. Moira hiked up her skirt, reached down to guide him inside her, and sank down slowly on his thick length. They both groaned as he invaded her inch by inch.

“You're so big. I feel so full,” she gasped. Granted, she'd uttered those words once or twice before, but this was the first time she'd ever meant them.

His hands gripped her hips as he waited for her to move. “Fuck, cupcake. You're so tight. Too tight. Am I hurting you?”

Equal parts pleasure and pain rolled through her as her pussy rippled around him, adjusting to the invasion. “No, no. Your cock feels amazing. I just need a minute.”

Slowly, she lowered herself down until he groaned. “That's it. Take it all for me. Take it all.”

When she rolled her hips experimentally, he said, “Fuck. You feel so good clenching around my cock, Moira. This is the tightest pussy I've ever felt in my life.”

She moaned as his swollen cock dragged against what felt like every nerve ending in her body. The delicious friction as he stroked against her inner walls sent her senses reeling. She moaned his name, her nails digging into his shoulders.

In answer, he pushed her tank top and bra up haphazardly. His mouth captured one of her tight nipples, drawing it deeply into his mouth. She gasped when he dragged his teeth across the sensitive bit of flesh. The feelings his mouth evoked bordered on painful, but it only increased the building tension in her lower belly.

One of the hands that had been on her hip traveled up to cup the breast not currently in his mouth. He gave her other nipple a teasing pinch that had her writhing against him. “Yes,” she moaned as bolts of white-hot sensation ran through her body.

“That's right,” he said, his rough voice almost soothing. “Work that tight little pussy on my cock. Come for me, Moira. ”

His filthy words unlocked some secret place inside her. Something primal broke free. She cried out his name, shuddering against him as her hips worked against his. He continued to thrust up into her when she lost the rhythm. She dragged her nails down his back while wave after wave of unbearable pleasure tore through her. His hand slipped down between her thighs to rub two fingers roughly against her clit. Her whole body felt like a live wire. It was all too much. “Ronan, please,” she begged, shaking with release.

Easing his hand back, he grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto him. Seconds later, she felt the jerk of his cock inside her as he erupted. “Fuck, Moira,” he groaned out, his eyes closed as he savored his release.

She collapsed against him, smiling against his neck when she felt his arms wrap around her. “I don't think I've come so hard in my whole life,” she mumbled against his damp skin.

“Same goes.” Ronan pressed a line of soft kisses against her shoulder and reminded her, “I've got a bed upstairs, ya know.”

“That sounds really nice right about now,” she said, shifting off of his lap. It was strange that she immediately felt the loss of him inside her. Even in the frenzied passion, there was something so comforting about him. Then she felt an unmistakable wetness dripping down her thighs and realized, “Oh Christ. You didn't use a condom!”

Chapter Seven

Ronan looked down at his softening cock an

d winced. It hadn't even occurred to him. He'd never had sex without protection. “Fuck,” he cursed softly. “Shifters don't carry human diseases. Please tell me you're on birth control?”

“Yes,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I'm on birth control.”

Breathing his own sigh of relief, he said, “I'm sorry about that. I've never done that before. Ever.”

“Me either,” she admitted softly. “The second you got near me, my brain just shut off. Happened this morning, too.”

She looked so vulnerable sitting there that he pulled her back onto his lap and just held her. His mouth brushing the soft skin of her neck, he murmured, “My thinking hasn't exactly been clear where you were concerned.”

Moira relaxed against him and dryly asked, “You mean you don't invite strange women to stay in your apartment and work in your bar?”

He laughed and said, “You're a first for me, cupcake.”

“I'm honored then,” she replied sleepily.

He couldn't help but appreciate her sass. Ronan smacked her lightly on the ass and said, “C'mon. Let's get dressed and go upstairs.”

A few minutes later, they walked through the door of his apartment. There was an awkward silence in the air, so he asked, “I think I'm gonna grill up a burger. Want one?”

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