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“I think you like that idea. Don't you, Moira?” His lips grazed over the side of her throat.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Who knew there was such a dirty little girl under that cool exterior?” he said rhetorically, his grip on her hair tightening infinitesimally. “Just begging to be owned. Desperate to be controlled.”
When she moaned, he slid his hand out of her shorts and released her hair. Taking a step back, Ronan said, “Your clothes. Take them off. You're definitely not gonna need them for what I have in mind.”
He watched as she stepped forward and, with shaky hands, pulled the tank top over her head. She was equal parts interested and afraid. He could see a little bit of fear in her eyes. That wouldn't do at all.
When she had completely stripped, he reached up to touch her cheek. “If it's too much, or if I do something you don't like, tell me to stop. I want you excited. I want you nervous. I don't ever want you to be afraid of me.”
She gave him a jerky nod, then relaxed her shoulders. “I'm not afraid of you. I should be, probably, but I'm not.”
“Good.” With nothing else left to say, he stripped off his own shirt and added it to the pile on the floor.
In the dim light of the kitchen, he could take her in. Christ, she was beautiful. And for tonight at least, she was his. He felt his wolf all but sigh in satisfaction at the thought.
Refocusing his attention, Ronan circled her, his eyes taking in every dip and curve. He could tell by the sound of her shallow breathing that the anticipation was getting to her. He could already scent her need.
Her eyes were clouded with lust when he finally stopped in front of her. Ronan slid his hands into her hair and pulled her up against him, taking her mouth in an almost savage kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth as he crushed her up against his chest.
Ronan couldn't stop his groan when he felt her hand reach down to rub against his cock. Much as he enjoyed it, she was clearly trying to hurry things along. He couldn't have that. Not tonight. They'd be doing things on his time table.
Pulling back, Ronan said, “Well, it wasn't on the original agenda, cupcake, but now I've got a problem.”
She blinked in confusion for a moment, but he could see the moment it registered. Her grin wide, she looked down at the erection straining against his gym shorts and bit her lip. “I'd say that's a really big problem you've got there.”
His lips twitched as he suggested, “Why don't you kneel down and take care of it for me?”
Once she knelt before him, he slid down his gym shorts and tossed them into the ever growing pile of clothing. He took his throbbing erection in hand, stroking it gently while he watched her. “Keep your eyes open, Moira. Got it?”
When she nodded, he said, “Good girl. Now, I'm going to fuck your beautiful mouth until I come. I want you to swallow every drop for me.”
He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, smearing the pre-cum over her bottom lip. “Open,” he commanded. When she complied, he added, “Lick it for me. Like that, baby. Get it wet.”
He watched as her pink tongue circled the head of his cock, licking at the slit and the sensitive underside. Moving his hands to her hair, Ronan let her run her lips and tongue up the length of him. Once his cock was slippery and almost throbbing, he said, “Now, suck.”
When she finally enveloped him in her hot little mouth, he let out a groan. This wasn't the first time she'd sucked his cock, but he couldn't remember a blowjob ever feeling quite like this. He hissed when she brought a hand up to cup his balls. Christ. At this rate, he wasn't going to last.
His hand tightened in her hair with a groan when she began to swirl her tongue along the underside of his cock with each pass. His head tilted back, enjoying the intense sensations rolling through him. “That's it. Just like that.”
When it all became too much, he stilled her movements entirely. Then he began to rock his hips gently, guiding the motion himself. His gaze trained on her, he watched his cock as it slid in and out of her hot little mouth.
While he'd taken control of the movements, it had been a desperate attempt to slow the whole process down. How wrong he had been! He could still feel the tension rapidly building at the base of his spine. “Fuck, Moira. That feels so fucking good. When I come down your pretty throat, are you going to get me hard again?”
Moira moaned in response, and that only made it worse. The low vibrations almost set him off. Her hand still gently massaged his balls. She watched him, her eyes shining. The little minx seemed to revel in the fact that he was about to lose it.
“Gonna come, Moira,” he warned, his hips picking up speed. His cock gave a violent jerk as she gave him one last squeeze. “Fuck,” he cried out, shooting rope after rope of cum down her throat.
In all of his years, he was certain he'd never come so much. He'd shot what felt like gallons down her throat. His good girl. She'd swallowed it all.
His whole body was tingling. His legs far more wobbly than he'd like to admit, he released her hair and pulled his softening cock out of her mouth. The first thing he noticed when the slightly fuzzy world around him began to come back into focus was Moira. She gazed up at him, her eyes filled with need. He could only imagine the state she must be in.
A relaxed smile pulled across his lips when he was finally able to speak again. “Now take your sexy ass into the bedroom, baby.” He focused on the microwave clock for a moment before he added, “I've got just about three and a half more hours left before sunrise. Let's see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop.”
Chapter Fourteen
She scrambled to her feet, beyond caring if she looked too eager. Her arousal had been dripping down her thighs for the last fifteen minutes. If she didn't come soon, she was going to implode. When Ronan stepped forward, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder, she let out a surprised squeak. “Ronan,” she complained. “Put me down!”
