Ronyn inhales a long, calming breath.
Give her what she needs.
His confidence takes a hit, but he forges on—always willing to adjust for his lovers.
“What would you like me to do, Jaxxy?” he asks, forcing confidence into his voice that he doesn’t feel.
He can see the frustration in her eyes. See the way her body refuses to relax.
He presses kisses to her inner thighs, grips her hips and ass, dragging his hands along the curves of her.
“Would you like me to just hold you?” he offers, a softness creeping into his tone.
A scowl crawls across her face. “No, I don’t want you to fucking hold me, Ronyn. I think— I think I just need you to fuck me.”
All right then.
Ronyn doesn’t question her. Doesn’t argue. Not because he can’t see what she’s doing—allowing his hands to touch her but controlling every movement—but because he wants to help her. Wants to give her exactly what she needs. Wants her to lean into his touch. To let him take care of her. To just… need him.
She flips over to her hands and knees, lifting her ass in the air, back arched. Ready for him.Impatient.
“Whatever you need, Jaxxy,” he says, kneeling behind her.
He slides his throbbing cock into her, moving slowly for her to start.
“What are you waiting for?” she snaps.
Frustration flares in Ronyn’s chest. Because he’s not waiting—he’s accommodating at every fucking turn. But he starts moving, anyway. He rocks his hips, sliding in and out of her in the rhythm that matches her own movements.
He watches her—the way she grinds, spreads wider when she’s enjoying herself, grips the blankets when pleasure moves through her body.
His hands grip her hips, pulling her onto him with the kind of force she enjoys.
He drags a rough hand across her ass, pressing his fingers into her flesh until the pressure is almost bruising.
“Yes,” she moans, settling into the rhythm of him. Settling intohim.
So he does as she asked—he fucks her.
“You feel so fucking good, Jaxxy,” he praises, pulling a hand from her hip and pushing it firmly into her back, forcing her chest down to the bed and her ass even higher.
A moan tears free from her throat, unbidden and raw.
She’s enjoying herself.
She sweeps a hand between her legs, finding her clit.
She starts to move more frantically, pushing her hips back into him with a frenzied pace.
“Fuck me harder, Ronyn,” she demands, her tone absolute.
So he does.
He drives his hips forward, harder.
Again.
Again.
