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Just my name.

Different.

I know.

His eyes narrow. “Suck.”

Fuck.

I suck in rhythm with his movements.

My own erotic pacifier.

Soon, he is fucking my mouth even harder.

His head tips back.

Finally.

Finally a crack.

His fingers tighten.

“Don't move.”

I hold still with him deep in my mouth.

His hips tense.

Then his voice drops into that precise filthy register that destroys everyone around him.

“You've wanted my cock in your mouth for years. You're going to take it while I come.”

My entire body shudders.

One click.

“Good boy.”

Then he comes.

His hand tightens in my hair more.

His control finally breaks enough that I hear it in the sound he makes.

I swallow.

Every bit.

Because privilege is apparently a kink now.

When it's over, I pull back slowly.

Ronan breathes.

Actually breathes.

His hand stays in my hair for several seconds.