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I moved to shift her off me, to stand. To get space and balance. But she parted her legs and my fingers slipped into the heat and wet between her legs. I groaned, closing my eyes in pain. “I think,” she breathed, her voice small and young and I didn’t know if she was pretending and I didn’t fucking care. All of it worked. The quiver of her pussy against my fingers. The wobble of her tits against my leg. The way my blood hammered through my cock. “I think I like it.”
“You’re a fucking problem, Poppy,” I snarled, slipping my fingers over her clit, making her jump.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be.”
“Yeah, you fucking do. You’re stubborn and you’re foolish and you think the world can’t hurt you and you wear this silly underwear.” I pushed her legs out wide over mine, pulling the lace against all her sensitive parts until she gasped. Maybe with pain. Maybe pretending. I didn’t know and I was too far gone. I was hurting, it was only fair that she joined me.
“What are you going to do?” she whispered.
“Put you in your place.” I brought my hand down against her ass. She jumped and squealed and her flesh rippled. I did it again, losing my grip on control. On everything. Certainly, on her. I slipped my hand between her legs again as if to make sure she was still with me. She was wet down her legs, and as I circled her clit, she sobbed. I yanked the underwear down below her ass, the red print of my hand satisfying to me on some cellular level.
“You like this?” I asked and smacked her ass again. She cried out, arching against my leg, searching for pressure and friction because she was about to come. “No.” I held her hips down, shifted my leg out of the way. “You don’t fucking get what you want, Poppy. Not until I say.”
“What do you want? Ronan?” She looked at me again over her shoulder, flushed and her eyes blissed out. Wild. “You want me to suck your cock? I will. I’ll suck it so good—”
“I want you to promise not to go anywhere without me again.”
Her eyes narrowed. That little sexy pout of hers vanished. “No.”
“No?”
“I won’t make that promise.”
I smacked her ass again and she stretched out her arms as if trying to grab onto something. There was no controlling this woman. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?”
“You could try trusting me,” she said. “Trust me the way I trust you.”
I rolled her off my legs, her knees hitting the floor maybe too hard, and I worried I’d hurt her. But she stretched the top of her body against the bed, her knees still on the floor, her ass and the bow arched towards me. I pulled off my belt, the leather making a threatening sound that pulled her eyes to me, wide and suddenly unsure. So my brave girl had a limit. Good to know. I toed off my shoes, pulled off my pants; her eyes wide at the sight of my cock. I stroked it, feeling the orgasm barreling towards me, out of control and unstoppable. “Spread your legs,” I told her, and she did, still watching me.
“Ronan?” Oh, the thread of fear in her voice, it made me crazed. “What are you going to do?”
“You said you trusted me.” I was mean and I was pushed out of my head by her. She looked at me a long time as I stroked my cock, come seeping out the tip. I wiped it up with my fingers and smeared it on her ass. I did it again and smeared it against her asshole. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught and I saw her wrestle with fear and trust. And just when I thought she was going to say no. Just when I thought she’d remember I wasn’t the man she wanted me to be, she smiled at me and then turned away, resting her forehead against her hands. She arched her ass and spread her legs. Complete surrender.
Absolute trust. “Just…be gentle,” she whispered.
I fell to my knees behind her. I was too far gone for gentle. For patience. I was the animal she made me. I ripped the underwear off and covered her body with mine. I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed my way inside. My way home. She was swollen and hot and still so tight. She pushed forward, away, and I followed, not giving her the chance to escape. To breathe. She was already coming. I could feel it in her pussy clamping down on me.
Poppy was sobbing nonsense. “Please” and “fuck” and “more.” I braced myself tight against her, riding out her orgasm with her until it faded into twitches and aftershocks and she was limp and slick between my body and the bed. “Again,” I told her.
