Pulling his cock from my mouth, he gently sat me on the bed, and for a minute, gazed at me.
“You’re so perfect,amore mia.”
His eyes were inviting, and without giving any warning, I stood up shakily, straddled him, and sank on his dick.
God, I felt… I missed this.
Nothing could ever compare to being filled by Ronan.
Even more so because this was our first time without a condom.
“Fuck,” he breathed, “Your pussy feels so good.”
His hands grazed the tops of my legs and slid around my hips.
As I sank further, my eyes widened, and I moaned.A little too loudly.
“You.”I breathed.“Are.”I panted.“So.”I cried.“Big.”
He chuckled and looked at me. “You feel so good sitting on my cock,”
I moved my hips, coaxing whatever else of him I could take, and my eyes rolled back as my breath caught in my throat.
“Ronan!” I screamed, “Oh my gosh!”
Why did I think I could take all of it?
“You like sitting on my cock, don’t you?” He pulled the scrunchie from my hair and let the curls fall over my shoulders.
His words only heightened my desire, and I moved my hipsfaster, with more purpose and fluidity.
“God, yes!” I moaned. My head dropped, my hair splattering as I kept the pace consistent.
“Tell me how much you like this… how much you like taking my cock raw?”
“I l-love it,” I stammered, and he slapped my ass. “So much.”
I leaned forward, and that did it. We were coming. Hard and fast. At last, I dropped onto him, my head landing on his chest as he filled me with his cum, and my body shuddered from the pleasure.
The room was quiet now, save for the soft rhythm of our breathing as we lay tangled in the sheets. My skin was flushed, every inch of me still shaking. Ronan’s arm was draped over me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
He shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Let me clean you up.”
I glanced down at my legs, still shaking, and shook my head softly. “I cannot stand,” I whispered.
He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. “Then I’ve done my job well.”
I smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile that tugged at my lips. “You really did.”
Ronan grinned, his hand brushing my hair back from my face. He leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, his lips tasting of sweetness and something indescribable that left me breathless. When we finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, his smile gentle and content. Everything felt perfect.
Chapter Forty
NINA
Present Day
NEW YORK CITY
