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“Yesss…” I hiss.
“Well, I want it down your throat.” And in one thrust, he shoves it past any barrier that stood in his way, making me gag violently.
“Swallow me,” he orders.
Tears fill my eyes, struggling through the gagging, the splutter, the noises far too embarrassing, and I’m afraid I’m going to throw up. But his eyes tell me that he doesn’t give a shit.
“Relax.” He pets my head. “Swallow slowly.”
And I do, swallowing the depravity, filling myself with wanton need and the feral look in his eyes that shows a sinful kind of pride.
Just before I think I can’t take the lack of air any longer, he pulls out enough to fill my mouth, then pushes down my throat again, saliva spilling from my lips onto my chest. Holding me steady with his hand on the back of my head, he begins a brutal thrusting.
It feels so dirty, so very different from the Ronan I’ve experienced so far. Sure, he’s fucked my mouth before, but it was softer in a way, leaving me time to accommodate. Not now. Not even a little bit. I’m falling down a rabbit hole of pleasure and he’s giving it to me, my throat already sore, but between my legs, I’m a sleek mess.
He fucks my mouth through violent gags, smeared tears, and spit falling constantly from my lips, grunting his ruthless pleasure as I moan my divine pain. And the only thing I regret is that he’s still wearing clothes while I’m stark naked. I can’t see the ripple of his muscles, his exquisite body as I give him exactly what he wants.
“Jesus Christ, woman. I could fuck this pretty mouth of yours for hours. But it’s not where I want to come.”
He pulls out from between my lips, steadying me as I gag and splutter, then lifts my head and smiles at me.
“So fucking pretty.”
I must have mascara running down my face, saliva falling off my chin, but he doesn’t seem to care. He lifts me from under my arms and pushes me face first on the bed.
“Ass up.”
Once again, I do as told, and he quickly slides a pillow under my hips. There’s no warning after that, his fingers suddenly thrust inside of me, in and out, something between a moan and a sob spilling from my aching throat as I grip the sheets tightly. I hear rustling of clothes behind me, but I have no desire to look and interrupt the pleasure he quite literally stirs inside of me as he swirls his fingers around, before pulling out.
“I’m gonna apologize now, because this is gonna be fast. I’ve been on the verge for so long… But I’ll make it up to you.”
“Just fuck me, please! I need you!”
The bed dips on either side of me as he straddles my thighs and the thick head of his cock rubs against my core until it finds my entrance, and in one long thrust, he drives home. I could come right here, right now. The fullness of him is something I almost forgot. There is no more space, nothing as my walls constrict around him.
“Christ… you’re exquisite.”
Every inch of my skin bursts into tiny electric shocks, and I’m certain I’m melting into the damn bed. His hand slamming next to me startles me, the other tangling in my hair, pulling my head back until our cheeks touch and I’m forced onto my forearms. He drags his tongue over my skin as his slight movements become torturous inside of me.
“You think I can’t feel how you’re squeezing my cock? Urging me? This is on my terms, little witch, not yours. Your spells have no power here.”
“Oh no?” I slam back, my ass meeting his hips, forcing a groan from the man who dominates every part of me. So I do it again for good measure, but he growls, releasing my hair and shoving me down. He shifts until he’s basically sitting on my thighs, his hands painfully gripping my cheeks and spreading them apart as he slams inside of me with such delightful force, I’m seeing stars.
Each thrust is harder, deeper, each one making me cry out louder, my fingers cramping as I grip the sheets. He rises, and with one hand, he grips my hip and flips me over, and as he rips through me once more, with my ass elevated on the pillow, this time I’m sure… he’s reached the end of me. Touching a part of me that makes goosebumps explode over my flesh, shudders rippling through my body until they caress my pussy, my nipples aching.
He snakes his arms under my knees, bringing them up as he falls on top of me and the angle makes my eyes bulge, a few tears sliding from my lashes as he moves in a wild rhythm that crumbles all my walls.
“Don’t you fucking dare come, Annika.”
What?!
“I can’t control it!” I mewl. Does he not know? I can’t control this, just like I couldn’t control my infatuation for him when I’d only seen him in a picture.
“No!”
“Please, let me…” I’m begging because I know it’s coming.
“Not until I tell you,” he growls, only that tone is doing things to my body.
