Page 52 of Ronan

In the next motion, he lifts me onto his waist. He groans into my mouth as he deepens the kiss. Nothing has felt this right in years.

I’m so lost in the kiss; I barely register the fact that we’re moving. He carries me from the bathroom to the foot of the bed and allows me to slide down his front.

He’s rock hard now. Reaching for his towel, I pull it from his waist and drop it to the floor. He reaches for my top and pulls it over my head, dropping it on top of the towel.

The heat in his eyes as he looks down at me feels like it’s torching me from within. He reaches around me to release my bra. My breasts bounce free as my nipples point right at him.

He glances down and his nostrils flare as he licks his lips. I have on too much clothing. I need to be naked with him.

I unzip my jeans and go to push them down. Ronan stops me and kneels in front of me. He pulls my shoes from my feet one by one. Then he hooks his long fingers into my jeans and panties and pulls them down from my waist.

He wiggles the fabric down over my hips until my curves pop free from the confines. His gaze becomes more heated than before—if that’s even possible.

The hungry look on his face has me dripping wet and he hasn’t touched me yet. I purse my lips and swallow hard. I’m not going to lie to myself.

I fear this man. Not a life-or-death fear. I fear for my heart and mind. This man is about to fuck me up for life.

As he runs the back of his fingers over my hips while looking up into my eyes, I know I’m right. I thought he planned to tackle my ass and fuck me senseless. This right here feels too intimate.

I feel cherished and wanted on a level I’m not ready for. As he glides his fingertips back up my legs, brushing gently up my inner thighs, a silent conversation takes place. This big, strong man is on his knees in front of me, looking like he’s in awe of me and that’s exactly what I feel for him.

Leaning in, he places soft kisses against my skin. Taking his time with each kiss, he lets his tongue peek out to tease my skin. I shiver from his touch, each caress calling for my essence to drip down my inner thighs.

“Ya have such smooth, soft skin. Are ya ready for me to devour this fat, pretty pussy? I want ya nice and wet for me.”

I nod like a dummy. It’s all I can do to keep from embarrassing myself. In reality, all I want is to toss my legs over his shoulders and feed myself to him.

Calm down, Danny. You’ve had dick before. He’s just like any other man.

That thought goes out the window as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and dives into my waiting center. In the next motion, he stands with me in his arms and turns for the bed to place me on it. He doesn’t pause in his task for even a second.

He continues to eat my pussy as I float through the air while he’s still latched onto me as I hit the mattress with a light gasp. I smile and moan as the wordshow-offechoes in my head.

I arch my back up off the bed and clench the sheets at my sides. His mouth is straight magic. Definitely some grown-man shit.

He eats pussy like he’s savoring the flavor. Not an inch to be missed or forgotten. What he doesn’t reach with his mouth, he caresses with his big hands.

The more I pant, the deeper he goes. When he starts fucking me with his fingers and tongue, I begin to see stars. Each stroke is done with intention. I’m so wet, my juices are rolling into my ass.

“Ronan, oh shit. Yes. Don’t stop. That shit feels so good, baby.”

“Aye, tell me what ya want, love. Let me know what ya need. Don’t be shy with me. I want all yer pleasure.”

I bite my lip as my body begins to quake. He would think I’m coming off shy. I hate loud for nothing bitches when it comes to sex. I’m not about to falsely boost anyone’s ego. My man needs to earn every sound that comes out of my mouth.

Sex can be just as good without all the nonsense. If I’m screaming, you better be fucking the shit out of me. As if knowing this and accepting the challenge, Ronan continues to feast on me, but with a renewed sense of vigor.

My heart is pounding so hard, I think he’s about to give me a heart attack. He reaches for my breasts and begins to pinch my nipples. I’m a writhing mess at this point.

“Ronan,” I groan.

He lifts his head and looks me in the eyes as he licks his lips. I sit speechless. He grins and dips his head to start a trail of kisses across my hips before moving to circle my belly button with his tongue.

I throw my head back and look up at the ceiling as he pushes his thumb into my pussy and slowly works it in and out. Moving lower, he latches his mouth onto my inner thigh and sucks the skin between his lips.

Releasing my skin, he then returns to devouring my sensitive pussy. I begin to crab crawl up the bed to try to get away from him. He chuckles darkly and follows, not allowing me to escape.

I keep going until the headboard lets me know I have nowhere else to go. Ronan begins to stalk his way up my trembling body. He takes my lips in a deep kiss, allowing me to taste myself on his lips and tongue.

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