Page 150 of Power Shift

“Say it again.”

He tries to steady me, but I shake my head, lips parting on a soul-deep cry of pleasure.

“You’re going to take the whole thing, aren’t you?” he asks, awestruck as he strokes my back and belly.

“Please let me. I’m so empty, Ronan. I need you to fill me up.”

His expression collapses. Eyes lifting to the sky, he wets his lips and lowers a hand to cup my pussy. His middle fingers create a V around where we connect as he presses his palm to my clit.

“Drop, Briar. If you want it, take it. You’ll always get what you want when you’re with me. I’m too fucking weak to deny you.”

It’s all I need to hear. I don’t give myself a chance to be nervous about taking a dick as big as his—especially with the piercings—after going so long without anything besides fingers inside of me. Holding my breath, I dig my heels into the sand and drop.

“Yes! Oh—Ronan! You’re . . . you’re all the way inside.”

Ronan shoots up to a sitting position and holds me in his lap. The bulge of his knot teases my entrance as I stay seated on him, holding on to his shoulders for dear life.

“Can I move?” he asks tensely.

“Please!”

I clutch onto him, rocking forward. My knees sink into the sand, the rocks moving deeper into my skin with everymovement. The pain gets swallowed by the pleasure. He’s so thick I gasp when I fall back and the full length of him is made obvious.

“That’s it. Good girl, Briar. Keep moving like that,” he praises, cupping my face and using the hold to bring me close.

Our lips touch as my tongue slips into his mouth, searching for more. For anything to soothe this undying need for him.

I’m on a hair trigger, and when he shifts his hips, jerking upward, I think I tip over for a second before coming back. I arch my back, letting a hand clutch onto his knee and rolling my hips. He presses against my G-spot, and I quiver, gasping his name. Or maybe it’s more like a prayer.

Ronan brings his mouth to my chest and takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks it hard, his tongue laving at the underside as his eyes flick up to snare mine.

“I’m going to come,” I mumble, palming his neck.

“Good girl. Give me that first one.”

A few more thrusts. That’s all it will take. I chase it wildly, the promise of relief finally close enough that I can taste it.

“Fill me up,” I whine, squeezing him inside of me, desperate to keep him buried as deep as possible.

“Fuck. Fuck, I will. You’ll sit on my bike with your bare pussy leaking on the seat the entire drive home.”

The fuel ignites.

With the salty spray of the ocean on my face and the burn of sand on my knees, I shatter. Ronan’s cock throbs before the hot spray of him fills me, and I whine, burying my face in his neck, tonguing his scent gland.

“Perfection. You’re perfection,” he says on an exhale.

I hold on to him, the emotional high bringing tears to my eyes. “So are you.”

“Don’t sleep alone tonight.”

“Sleep in the nest with me,” I whisper, kissing his hot skin. “I want all of you to.”

“There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.”

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