Page 149 of Power Shift

His tongue is feral, licking me fast and sharp as I flounder, my hands slapping out as I try and tear his pants off. He lifts his hips when I pull ruthlessly at his jeans, and I use shaking fingers to shimmy them down to his hips.

He sucks at my clit and lightly slaps my ass as I finally free his cock. The swollen, reddish-purple tip is wet, precum dripping down to coat the shaft before I wrap my fingers around the thickness and bring it to my mouth. I’m not tall enough to get more than a couple of inches in this position, and I growl, sucking harder.

His fingers part my cheeks, massaging them. He gasps for breath and rasps, “Stroke the rest.”

“I want more.”

He curses and dives back into my pussy, his teeth softly scraping my flesh. I rock against his tongue and moan around his tip, drinking down what he’ll give me, even if it isn’t enough.

“Please, Ronan. I want you inside of me,” I plead, voice cracking.

“Not here. Not yet.”

“Why? Please, I need it. This isn’t enough. Give me just the tip.”

“Just the tip,” he echoes, as if he’s trying to reason with himself. “That will be enough?”

I nod hysterically, knowing I’m lying. The tip won’t be enough. Nothing will until I have his knot stretching me.

“Take it, then,” he demands, shifting his hands back up to my hips.

I don’t need his help moving. Like I’ve been hit by lightning, I move in superspeed and crawl back down his body until I can feel the first press of his shaft parting my lower lips.

“Turn around.”

Nodding mindlessly, I spin and stare up the length of his body at him. The black in his eyes is what I needed to see. His control is fraying, desire affecting him as strongly as it is me.

Sweet caramel mixes in with the scent of the ocean, and I drip over his groin, coating him in my slick.

“Just the tip, Petal,” he reminds me.

His fingertips sear into my skin as they disappear beneath my jacket and climb to the neck of my shirt. There’s a question in his stare, and I answer it with a nod.

Inch by inch, he rips my shirt open, exposing my breasts. With the leather jacket hanging open, I watch as his throat jumps, and he palms my chest, tweaking a nipple.

“This is a sight I’ll never forget. You in a leather jacket, tits bare, hair ruffled, and your skirt pushed up around your waist. Those fucking lace tights are ruining me.”

I moan, jerking forward and spreading my slick along his shaft. “Put it in.”

He reaches between us, and I hover over his cock as he lines it up, waiting. Even just the brush of it against me is almost too much. I shake with the strength it takes not to lower myself to take the entire thing inside.

Instead, I play by the rules and lower myself only enough for the round tip to breach me, stretching . . .

“Oh,” I whisper, unable to hold my head up as I force myself to stop moving.

Somehow, just the tip feels like it’s ripping me open. It’s a delicious discomfort, and I crave more. The ache of taking a full, thick alpha cock to the base. Ronan’s cock.

“Please.”

“Briar,” he warns, his voice tight and rough.

I’m not above crying to get what I want. My thighs ache from how tight I’m clenching my muscles.

“Just a bit more. You feelsogood,” I slur.

“Fuck me, you’re tight, baby girl. I don’t know if you can even take more.”

His doubt triggers something feral inside of me. I dig my nails into his chest and sink an inch lower on his cock.

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