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“Fuuuuck,” he hisses. “You trying to make me come?”
I grin at him. “That’s kind of the point, right?”
We kiss for a little while longer, him remaining perfectly still, with me impaled on his cock, and then he seems to lose control. His hips pull out slowly and then he thrusts back inside. Pleasure, from that wonderful place inside of me, lights up and fucking sings. With each thrust, he rubs against it, causing me to make feral sounds of need.
My fingers in his hair, tugging and tugging with each thrust, must bother him because he grabs hold of both wrists, pinning me to the bed.
Sweet Ronan is gone.
A wild, starved animal has replaced him.
I’m his prey, trapped in his hold, waiting to be eaten alive.
Fixating on the fiery way he watches me, I give in to his sudden rougher thrusting. He’s fucking me now, plain and simple. All gentleness has left. I can see his desire for ultimate control—something he needs desperately.
I’m his to own in this way.
I’m perfectly okay with that.
Urging him on, despite the sting in my ass, I rumble, “Harder. Faster. Fuck, you feel good.”
This seems to shred his final thread of control. He starts bucking into me like a madman, grinding on me and stabbing inside mewith each animalistic thrust.
His mouth leaves mine and then finds my neck. I groan as his teeth sink into the flesh. How something can hurt and feel so good all at once is beyond me.
“Fuck your hand,” he orders, breath hot against my neck. “I want you to come again.”
He releases one of my hands and I bring it between us. Even though I just came, my body is eager for more. My dick twitches, thick and ready, when I wrap my hand around it. It’s still slick and sticky from my last release, leaving enough lube to make the whole sensation that much better.
Another bite has me seeing stars. I start squeezing my dick each time he bites me. It’s like an explosion of pleasure in every single one of my nerve endings.
Over and over and over again he pumps into me, each thrust more ragged and wild than the last. Watching him as he loses himself to this moment is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’d never thought about having sex this way until a few months ago when I’d learned Ronan’s sexual preferences, and now I can’t imagine never having experienced it.
His hand locks around my jaw before he finds my mouth again with his. Teeth nip at my lips and tongue. He devours every grunt and growl and moan coming out of me. Somehow, his hand went from holding my other wrist down, to threading his fingers with mine. An overwhelming feeling of love washes over me, ultimately causing me to come.
A pleasure-filled sound belts out of me as my nuts draw up. My dick starts throbbing out my release. I can’t help but squeeze my ass muscles, desperate for every dizzying pulse of pleasure. This sets Ronan off too. He cries out in ecstasy seconds before his dick thickens almost painfully inside of me and starts pumping me full of his cum. It’s hot and stings the sore parts of me, but I also love it. It’s as though he’s claiming me as his.
I am his.
I’ll always be his.
Ronan slides his still twitching dick out of my body and then collapses half on top of me. His cum runs out of my asshole like a waterfall, no doubt soaking the bed beneath me. I’m sweaty and covered in my own cum too, yet I’m not able to move. My heart continues to hammer in my chest and I long to stay in this moment for as long as I can.
Ronan, no longer fucking like a feral animal, gently runs his fingers along my collarbone, pressing soft kisses against my bruised neck. It’s so sweet and soothing, I can’t help but smile.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, running my own fingers over his naked skin wherever I can touch him. “Thank you.”
He sits up on one elbow so he can see my face, a lazy grin on his lips. “No, thank you. That was…everything.” His brows knit together. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Even if he did, I wouldn’t admit it.
“No. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
He settles again, this time resting on my shoulder and curling himself around me. The room smells of sex and smoke from the fireplace. I love it. It’s my new favorite smell.
“I didn’t realize I needed this,” he murmurs. “I feel…lighter.”
Butterflies erupt in my chest. “Lighter means you’re out of that unreachable dark hole. Lighter is good.”
