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Forty-five minutes later, my Baby Girl is completely wrung out. She’s lying on her back, naked body covered in sweat. I took her lingerie off around orgasm six or seven. As sexy as it was, I wanted to be able to touch every square inch of her skin, and it was just getting in my way.
Her damp curls are spread across the white sheets, and she has tears running down her face. I don’t think her body has stopped shaking since orgasm number nine. For a moment, I worried this was all too much, that I was pushing her too far too soon. But, every time I’d hesitate, giving her time to say the word, her eyes find mine, silently letting me know she’s okay and that she can take it.
Because she can take anything.
My girl is strong.
So fucking strong.
This wasn’t my plan for the night. I originally intended on making her ass raw and put her on her knees due to her little performance at the club. But there was a point when she recited my rules back to me. I looked at her, and I couldn’t breathe. She was standing there in front of me, in that black lingerie that made her look practically edible, her cheeks rosy from our night at the club, her long curls draped over her shoulders, while calling me sir, I became so vividly aware with the fact that I almost lost it all.
My happiness, my reason for living, my perfect ray of light—it was all almost gone.
My entire life has been built on my being in control. And right now, it feels like all that control is slipping through my fingers. But there was something about that moment, and I just needed her to understand the depths of my feelings for her. The fierceness that is my need to control her. There is not a piece of her body that I do not own. Her light is mine to keep. Mine to tarnish with my darkness. Her soul calls to mine, and from now until the end of time, I simply cannot exist if she is not near.
She is mine to keep.
Now and forever.
“Baby,” Her desperate whine makes my throbbing dick leak behind my pants.
“That’s my girl.” I curl my fingers inside of her drenched cunt, and with just the tap of the vibrator to her swollen clit she goes off like a shot. Her orgasms are like an involuntary reflex at this point. So intense they’re painful. She opens her mouth to scream, but no noise even comes out anymore. “You’re doing so good, Harper. So, so good.”
I lean down and run my tongue along her cheek, savoring the saltiness of her tears. “Mmmm. Next to your sweet pussy, your tears are one of the best things I’ve ever tasted.”
“Ronan, please. Please. I can’t do it anymore.”
Sitting up straight, I pull my fingers out of her pussy and wrap my hand around her throat, her hands immediately wrap around my wrist, and she whimpers. “You can and you will. Just look at you. You were made for me. Made to swim in the pain I can bring you.”
She frantically nods, tears still streaming from her face.
If she wanted to stop, she’d say it, Ronan. Keep going.
“You still owe me one more. But since you’ve been such a good fucking girl,” I turn off the overworked vibrator and throw it across the room. “Now you get to come on my big dick.”
Harper sobs. She fucking sobs.
“Take my dick out, Harper.”
She frantically lifts her shaking hands and unbuttons my pants. In seconds she has her hands down my briefs and pulls out my throbbing cock. The tip is covered in precum, and just the feel of her hand on the sensitive flesh is enough to tip me over the edge. The last hour hasn’t exactly been easy for me either.
Okay, that’s a lie, and I fucking know it.
“Wrap your hands around me.” As much as I wanted to, I didn’t strap her to the bed. She said she wasn’t ready for that, and there was no way in hell I would force her to do something I know she truly doesn’t want. With her hands not being restrained, I was worried they would get in the way, that she would try to push mine away when the sensations inevitably became too much. But she’s only touched me when I instructed her to. She’s done so well.
Fisting the base of my dick with one hand, I notch it at her entrance as I wrap my other hand around her body, holding us as close together as physically possible.
I need this. I need the two of us to be so close we feel like one.
“Look at me, Harper.”
Her emerald green eyes find mine, and I sink into her in one punishing thrust. With my arm still wrapped around her, I thread the hand that was holding my dick into her sweaty hair.
Holy hell, have I missed this.
I stay still inside her, memorizing how good she feels around me. So wet. So tight. So fucking perfect. “You’re mine, Harper.”
Harper’s hand works through the back of my hair. “Yours, Ronan.”
