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Well, not literally.
Maybe later?
“On your knees for me.” He commands from the foot of the bed as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. I sit up on my knees and shuffle toward the end of the bed. I sit back on my heels, eager for what I know he will tell me to do. I want my mouth on him. Bad.
Ronan pulls his shirt off his shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. My jaw drops open as I stare at his delicious body. Sure, I saw him in all of his glory the morning I watched him in the shower, but this is the first time I’ve seen him up close. He stands in front of me, shirtless and in his black dress pants, chest heaving, black hair messy from my hands, letting me get my fill. He. Is. Beautiful. The dark ink that covers his body does little to hide the amount of muscle he has. His body is big and smooth and hard. He’s all man. Every muscle is perfectly defined. I want to run my tongue over his entire body. I crave him.
When my gaze finally makes its way back up his body, I see his baby blues staring back at me, hooded and filled with lust. “You done staring at me yet?”
I feel the blush spread across my face, “Probably not, no.”
“Well, since you’re sitting there… why don’t you go ahead and take it out, Baby.”
I move my hands to unbutton his suit pants and slide them down over his hips. He steps out of them and removes his socks, left standing in front of me in only a pair of black briefs, leaving nothing to the imagination. I can see his massive erection pushing against the black fabric. I’m going to feel this tomorrow.
“I’m waiting, Harper.”
I reach down the front of his briefs and fist his cock at the base. I move my palm up his shaft and swipe a bead of precum gathered at the head.
“Fuck, Baby,” he hisses. I pull my hand out and slide his briefs the rest of the way down, gaining full access to the rest of him. I rake my hands over his muscular thighs up to his abs. I don’t miss the goosebumps on his skin as I trail my fingertips over him, memorizing every dip and divot. I look up at him, waiting for his instructions as he slides both hands into my hair. He pulls my head towards his cock and rubs the head of it against my lips.
“Have a taste. Show me what that little mouth of yours can do.”
I open my mouth, lick him from base to tip, and instantly feel him throb against my tongue. I pull his cock into my mouth and take him as deep as I can go, which isn’t all of the way because, let’s face it… his dick is massive. As I come back up, I taste another bead of precum. I sweep my tongue across the head, loving the taste of him.
“That’s it, Baby.” Ronan lets out a deep moan. I continue sucking him leisurely, waiting for him to take control. I know he’s holding back; he has more to give me. He wants to control me. Dominate me.
And I want him to.
I give the head of his cock one last lick before pulling off and looking up at him. “What do you want, Ronan?”
He looks puzzled at my question, like this is the first time any woman has asked him what he wants. I run my hand over his abs up to his pecs, letting my nails lightly graze his skin on the way. “Ronan. Tell me what you want from me.”
“You said you wanted me to ruin you…” It wasn’t a question, simply a reminder of what I said. But I don’t need him to remind me because that’s exactly what I want. I want him to take it from me. I want him to take anything he needs from my body and use me for his pleasure. Whatever he does to me will have me screaming his name. I might not know much about him, but I do know Ronan McDermott is a man who appears hard as stone, but I know he’d never force me to do something I didn’t want to do.
“Yes,” I reply.
“I don’t think you know what that means, Baby.” His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen, as if everything he wants to do to me is running through his mind in rapid succession. There’s a beast inside of him that is waiting to be unleashed. I want it. I want to see and experience every side of Ronan McDermott and whatever he has to give me.
“I want to.”
“It’s a lot for some women to handle.”
“Please. I just hooked up with three dangerous mafia men in one night. I think I can handle plenty,” I sass, trying to lighten the mood. He’s still trying to decide how he wants to proceed. “Ronan, I know you won’t hurt me. If you do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you, and you’ll stop. I trust you.”
I see him thinking through what I just said, weighing all his options. “Pick a word.”
“What?”
“Pick a word, Harper. If I do something you don’t like or it’s too much and want to stop, you say the word. Not ‘stop’ or ‘no’… because I won’t. Once I’m inside of you, I won’t stop. So, pick. A. Word.”
I say the first word that comes to my mind, “Bubbles.” He tries to hide the smile that tugs at his lips before he nods.
“Bubbles it is. You say it if anything becomes too much.” I know I won’t say it. I want to take whatever this dangerous man has to offer me. “Harper,” he lifts my chin with his finger, “Say you understand.”
“I understand.”
“Say that you know I won’t hurt you.”
