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He grabs me by my jaw and directs me up.
I see myself panting and a slight bit of drool trickling across my cheek. My chest rises and falls quickly, and although I can’t see him, I justknowhe’s grinning. He does that after making me come, as though proud of me for doing so, and it has me falling harder and harder.
“You made a mess,” he croons. “I bet you forgot that there are people around us, and that you even summoned some to watch.”
I refuse to look, but something happens in my stomach at the notion. People saw me come for him. No one has interfered or tried to touch me.
Is this what porn stars feel like? The enjoyment knowing someone will watch but not touch?
Maybe I’m overthinking it, but I want more.ThatI cannot deny.
He reaches behind my neck and hoists me to a seated position. I slip due to my cum, but he pulls me tight to his chest. Our skin-to-skin contact making me sigh as I get my breathing in check.
“Now I’m going to fuck you, baby girl, and you’ll scream my name while I do.” He grabs the side of my throat, his thumb drawing down its center and I'm ready to be lost in the night with him inside of me.
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Ronan
Watchinghercomeonmy hand will never get old. She’s beautiful at any given second but seeing her breathing escalate, body shake, and sweat cover her forehead while she comes undone, is the word perfection in human form.
I slide my fingers from inside of her as she begins to peel off my helmet. Both of her hands grab the back of my head when free and she crashes her lips to mine. My grip on her waist tightens as she eagerly forces her tongue into my mouth.
Groaning, I nip at her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. When I pull slightly away, she is panting and leaning in for more.
“Such a needy little slut, huh?”
Her elbows rest on my shoulders, fingers staying locked through my hair. “For you, yes.Yourneedy little slut.”
The growl that thrums from my throat seems to be reeling her in as close as possible. “Remember, I’m still clothed, baby girl, and I won’t have you dry humping me for your next orgasm.”
Placing my hands under her thighs, I stand and take her with me. I swing my leg around and step us back before dropping her legs. She lands steadily on her feet and immediately gets down onto her knees.
I grin as she begins to undo my pants. “So impatient. I do love how greedy you are for Daddy’s cock.” Bending at the hips, I grab hold of her braid and wrap it around my fist. She doesn’t stop until only my boxers are left, and once she reaches for them, I tear her head back.
Her hands immediately fall behind her, and I can see the pout ready to happen, but she bites that bottom lip of hers before it can form.
She hasn’t touched my dick with her hands. Her fingers have barely touched lower than my hip bones, and I know she wants to. I’m getting better thanks to her patience, but I hate to admit that no one has touched me there since I was nineteen.
It’s crazy how trauma can target specific parts of the brain, linking them to the worst possible experiences, even if you’re ready to try and heal. I can’t, and as I stare down at her, I wonder if that crazy bitch Samantha was right.
“You are the kind of heavy that isn’t worth carrying, Ronan.”
I’m seconds away from losing myself when Cal smiles at me. It’s that fucking devastating one that hits me just right and brings me back to her.
She’s told me she can see when I slip into the darkest corners of my mind, the ones I can never seem to escape. The part that latches onto my weakest fragments, whispering that I don’t deserve her, while fading the parts of me that want to move forward.
“I’ll be good, Daddy.” She puts her hands behind her back, and parts her lips.
I take a deep breath and release her braid, before stroking down her temple to her cheek. “That’s my girl.”
Dropping my boxers, I stand before grabbing my length and stroking it. Her tongue pokes out and she leans forward. “I love that filthy mouth of yours.” I tap the bottom of my cock against her lips, and she opens wide. Running my piercings against her tongue, I groan, grab tighter to her hair, and thrust my hips forward.
I may enjoy people watching, but the moment I ram into her mouth, everything fades and it’s just her. Releasing her braid, I thread my fingers to the back of her head but allow for her to bob her head. Feeling her lips tighten around me as she hallows out her cheeks to suck has me moaning and groaning.
“Fuuuck.” I put pressure behind her head, holding her down as her nose slowly comes closer to my groin. “Goddamn, the way you suck makes it like you can’t get enough. Isn’t that right?”
She muffles in an attempt to respond but just ends up gagging. Her throat closes around the head, and I nearly come.
