Page 44 of Poems He Wrote

“Do you? Maybe I could go for a real thing.” I tease as I roll the window up.

I hear him murmur something and laugh, stuffing all the things we bought into the trunk. With a loudwhack, he closes it and quickly enters the car.

We drive back to the apartment in dead silence. Every once in a while I notice him looking at me, at my lips to be exact, and swallowing audibly. He keeps tracing his own with his tongue, as I collect the sweet, mango-flavored ice on mine. Why is he…?

Oh…Ohhhhh…

I push my tongue out of my mouth and lick the whole length of the lolly, making a tiny whimper.

“Mmmmh… Sooo tasty…so good…” I look at him coyly.

And that’s what unravels him. My belly quivers with excitement.

“Yup,” he says with a loud pop, “that’s it.” As he roughly turns the car onto a dark lane that leads to the outskirts of the Oaks Creek. We are inalmostpitch black, on the sole border of the town, just ten minutes away from my flat. The tall dark oaks shield us from the moonlight, giving us perfect cover.

The car stops in between two huge trees, and Noah smiles with mischief, rolling the windows up. My panties are getting drenched. His villainous look is waking up the depraved animal in me.

“Get in the back,” he says calmly, looking into the darkness in front of him.

“Or what?” I sugarcoat my voice, sweet as candy for this man.

“Get. In. The. Back. Ronan.”

Oh shit. The roughness and the sand in his voice, just like the words he says, set my blood on fire. My pussy is squeezing over emptiness and it fucking aches. His breathing is deep and low, it sounds like a rumble. I tremble with want and need. Unbuckling the seatbelt, I step out of the car to open the back door, but his hands are already there, waiting for me. Squeezing, touching, groping. Kneading.

My whimpers echo through the space around us, as he turns me savagely and pushes me onto the back seat. My knees fall open for him to settle between them.

Slamming the door, he fills the space in front of me. His zipper already open, his gorgeous, pierced cock out, and so hard, it looks like it hurts. Palming it, he rips the middle of my tights apart with the other hand and moves my panties to the side, chuckling.

“You think it’s funny to make those eyes at me, as it literallydripsdown your chin, huh?” he rasps. “Do you?”

“No, baby,” I smile, wiggling my hips up to meet his. He slaps my pussy so fast I wonder if it really happened.

“And you keepslurpingat it the whole drive?Moaningat the taste of it? Fuck, Ronan, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He keeps rubbing his dick millimeters over me, refusing to touch me with it.

“I should just rub one out and come all over this sweet pussy of yours as a punishment for teasing me. Wouldn’t that be fair?”

“It would be, baby.” I nod my head frantically, still trying to lift to touch him. He slaps it again, and roughly puts two of his long tatted fingers into me, rubbing that tingly spot on my upper wall.

“So fucking wet for me…” he moans. “This is for me, Ronan. For my pleasure only. You don’t get to come.”

I pant loudly as I ride his digits. It feels so good. The orgasm is building at the bottom of my spine, rushing to me. Right on cue, he removes his fingers and laughs as I whine, completely disappointed.

“So, so bad,” he says, bringing his soaked fingers to his lips, licking them, drinking my juices up. “You want a taste, Ljubavi?”

“Yeah.” I whisper, nibbling on my lower lip.

“Open up for me,” he says, grabbing my face, his tongue licking from my chin, all over my swollen lips, probing them, roughly rolling over mine. It tastes like me. Like sin. Like passion.

Looking deep into my eyes, he enters me in one swift move.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans. “So hot, so fucking soft.”

I moan into his open mouth, shivering. He is pounding into me so hard, mercilessly, like a man possessed. The car is groaning and rocking with the force of his thrusts. I’m shaking and sweating, grabbing at my man, scratching at his back. My legs are tightly wrapped around his waist, ankles locked together. He squeezes my jaw harder, and whimpers when my nails reach the top of his ass, and I push them into his skin, leaving half-moons behind.

“Mmmh…if you keep doing that, this might end way sooner than I plan.Ahh…” he moans again as I repeat my movement.

His hips piston faster and faster, his grip bruising my thigh and jaw.

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