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No, I didn’t care.
Why would I? Fucking Ronnie was far more preferable to telling her I think my past was still haunting me.
“And after I make you come on my face,” I whispered, rolling her nipple under the pad of my thumb, “I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, carry you to our bed, and then tie you to it and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
“Oh God,” she groaned, ramming her hips forward. “Promises, prom—”
I crushed her lips with mine. There was nothing gentle about the way I kissed her. My grip on her wrists tightened, and my hand on her breast grew rough.
I lashed my tongue against hers, pinching and plucking at her taut nipple until she writhed against me, hips rolling and bucking into mine.
Moving my mouth down over her jaw, I sucked on the side of her throat, the warm perfection of her skin under my tongue detonating a primitive urgency in me.
Brand her. Mark her mine.
Until I slipped a gold band around her finger, I would show the world she was mine with my mouth.
She whimpered again, straining against my grip on her wrists even as she ground the curve of her pussy to my erection. “Yeah…oh yeah.”
With a low growl, I dragged my hand from her breast and shoved it between our bodies, finding the tiny nub of her clit in amongst her damp folds with my middle finger.
Crying out, she slammed her hips forward, driving her hot flesh harder to my finger.
The urge to penetrate her tight heat made my head swim. I moved my mouth over the side of her neck, tasting her, biting her, and tormented her clit with my finger.
I needed her to come. Hard and fast.
This was only foreplay after all. Fuck her with my finger. Fuck her with my mouth against the wall. Foreplay. And once the foreplay was finished, then I would fuck her on our bed until neither of us could move.
“Oh God…” Ronnie moaned, straining against my grip on her wrists again. I knew she wanted to fist her hands in my hair, rake her fingers over my back. It would have been easy to let her—and fucking amazing. The pleasurable pain she elicited in my body when she pulled tightly on my hair, when her nails scored my flesh, was one of the most intense and intoxicating things I’d ever experienced. But right then, it was about her pleasure, not mine.
And I knew Ronnie got off on me keeping her wrists pinned and immobile. She’d told me in a hushed voice one night as we soaked together in the bath that it was a turn on for her. Pushed one of her buttons.
So right now, I was pushing all her buttons—tormenting her clit with my finger and pinning her wrists to the wall.
“Oh God,” she moaned again, the words low and throaty and thick with need. “Oh fuck.” She rolled her hips, and as she did, I slid the tip of my index finger passed her sodden folds, penetrating her heat.
A little.
“Oh yeah,” she gasped, and then growled as I withdrew my finger and teased her clit some more.
I chuckled against the side of her neck and then, still rubbing her clit, moved my mouth up to her ear to bite her lobe.
She bucked, and once again, I penetrated her pussy with my finger, deeper this time.
Deep enough to stroke the sweet spot inside her.
“Oh…oh…”
I crushed her lips with mine and invaded her mouth with my tongue. Battled hers. She groaned and kissed me back with hungry ferocity, turning my already hard dick into an aching rod.
Hell, I couldn’t hold on much longer. Tearing my lips from hers, I watched pleasure etch her face as I twisted my wrist and sank a second finger into her wet heat.
She cried out, arching into my hand, body trembling, pussy constricting around my fingers. “Fuck, yes!”
I scissored my two fingers inside her, stroking her G-spot, my hold on her wrists growing firmer as I buried my face against the side of her neck. I was burning up, so hot and ready for her I don’t know how I controlled myself.
Her pussy pulsed, her juices wetting my fingers even more.
