“Professor Wolf…”
Harder and harder, he fucks me with his hand. Waves of ecstasy barricade my mind as arousal slips between my legs. Our heated emotions run wild, fueling my need to come.
I’m a ticking time bomb, counting down until I explode as my eyes close and my head falls back against the fresh leather.
The groan from Ronan is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Taking everything along with it, like a tornado spinning around in circles. It elicits feelings I never thought possible.
I feel every loss of breath.
Every curve of his finger.
It clutters my mind, and I can’t keep up with his skilled assault.
“Come for me, Brook.”
That’s all it takes for me to fucking ignite. I shatter, coming apart at the seams. I come so hard that my vision blurs, and my body shakes uncontrollably.
Before I can say a word, he throws his seat back, grips my waist, and pulls me onto his lap. His cock is out and inside me before I can even blink.
“Ride my cock, kitten.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I do as I’m told—eager and desperate to give him pleasure like he gives me. He grips my hips and moves me harder against him. Pushing my pleasure higher and higher.
“Come on my cock, like you just came on my hand.”
Once again, I explode, seeing fucking stars.
Galaxies.
A lunar eclipse.
He doesn’t hold back when he finds his own release. He kisses down my collar, whispering between kisses, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
And I relish in the words that mean everything to me because I finally have…
Mr. Wolf.
The End.