Page 60 of Ronan

“S-small,” I manage, and his chuckle is deep.

“Do you like that, Cam? Realizing how much bigger than you I am?”

“Yes,” I moan, and he plants kisses along the curve of my shoulder as he pumps me. The hardness against my ass only turns me on more as I move between the sensations.

Ronan releases my cock and reaches lower, cupping my balls with a gentle tug. “No one has touched you here either, have they?” I shake my head as he rumbles another happy purr, his lips grabbing my shoulder and sucking as his teeth scrape over my skin. My body is an inferno, every nerve ending singing with the fire that runs through my veins.

“And here?” he asks, moving further and massaging my taint as my balls draw tight. “This is untouched, too?”

“Yes,” I breathe as he thrusts his hips forward, slipping his cock between my thighs as he wraps his fingers around me again.

My head falls back onto his shoulder as he grips my hip, holding me flush as he moves us both. It’s an overload to my senses as he pumps me while his skin drags against mine. Grunts and moans are rough in my ear, the sound of him losing control making my core coil tighter.

“I bet you’ve got the prettiest, pinkest little untouched hole. Tight and warm, and so fucking hungry. You want it as bad as I do, don’t you?”

Turns out Ronan has a dirty fucking mouth.

Also, turns out I really like that.

“Yeah,” I grit, whining as his teeth graze the spot behind my ear. His soaked hair sticks to my skin, plastered to my shoulder, and it makes us feel as if we’re one person.

“I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make as I stretch you for the first time… how you cry when my cock breaches that pretty hole.” I whimper as he releases me, palms landing on my ass and kneading. Warm, humid air hits my skin as he spreads me, a finger grazing over my entrance as I flex. “It’s going to look so perfect when I’m done with it. Used and open and full of my cum.”

His hands move to his cock, stroking himself a few times before he reaches around my front again, his hand slicked. This time, when he strokes me, there’s a filthy wet sound over the pelting of the shower. “Gods, the fuckingnoisesyou make,” he growls, and I realize I’m moaning with every drag.

A finger moves to press gently against my hole. “Flex for me… show me what I’m missing.” My muscles clench and he groans, long and low, before he positions his cock, just as slippery as his hand.

He doesn’t try to enter me, though, but thrusts his length between my cheeks, sliding against my fluttering hole. I call out, pushing back as his hips jerk in abrupt movements, his breathing strangled in my ear. “Fuck, I can’t control myself around you.”

A broken grunt rips from his throat as he drives into me with such pressure that my hands slap onto the shower wall to keep me upright. The motion forces me to slam into his grip, and I whine as I pull my hips back and thrust again, fucking his fist.

“Look at you,” he groans as my mouth drops open and I move faster, chasing the tightness in my gut, so tense it might rip me to pieces. “Desperate little starving thing, aren’t you?” A growling moan vibrates against my skin as he uses his grip on my cock as leverage, thrusting into me.

My head thrashes in a nod as his lips kiss and suck along my neck, until he’s panting too hard to hold on. Breaths blow across my skin as his fingers tighten on my hipbone, his nails digging in as his movements shift to jerky, shallow thrusts.

“Cam,” he whimpers, and I’ve never heard such a needy sound as the stretch of my own name into my ear. “I’m going to… fuck, I’m going to come. It’s too much.” A guttural, broken shout leaves his throat as he snaps forward, and hot splashes spray up my back and across my ass cheeks while he mutters curses.

The warmth of his cum painting my skin sends me over the edge, and I chant nonsense as I mindlessly thrust. “That’s it,” he growls, almost feral in the deep way his voice rumbles. “Give it to me, sweetheart. It’s all mine.” I call out in a loud wail as my cock pulses in his grip, my cum flowing over his fingers as he continues to stroke me.

Every muscle in my body reacts to the release, wringing me like a sponge as my toes curl and my fingers search for something to grab onto. My ears ring as I pant in gasping breaths, hips still jerking into his fist even after I’m wrung dry.

Firm hands pull me upright, and my head falls against Ronan’s shoulder again as he supports my limp body. Kisses pepper along my jawline, and I twist my face towards him, too exhausted to kiss him back but giving him my lips. “That wasn’t too much, was it?”

I try to answer, but it comes out in a nonsensical slur, and let’s be honest, not even I know what I was trying to say.

Ronan chuckles and turns me around so we’re face to face, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “This is deceitful.It might appear I’m being sweet, but there’s a shocking amount of cum on your back, so I have ulterior motives.” I grin stupidly as I laugh, head swimming as if I’m drunk. “Do you want to stay in the hot water?”

“No,” I manage to say. “Can’t stand.”

Ronan pushes my hair from my forehead, not commenting on the fact that my glasses are still on, even though they’re covered in steam and sprinkled in droplets now. “Are you ready to get into bed?” I nod, my cheek dropping against his chest as he holds me tight. Somehow, he gets us both out of the shower and dried off, before leading me to the sink to brush my teeth.

“What do you want to wear to sleep?” He gives up trying to make me walk and swoops me up into his arms, carrying me to the bed and setting me gently on top.

“You’ve seen me naked. Now that the phobia has passed, we never need clothes again,” I say, and he has the audacity to laugh at my logic.

“I’m afraid, my sweet Cameron, that we would never get much done if that tempting body was always displayed in front of me. It would also be quite unfortunate if we were ever attacked. Most people can’t fight naked.”

“Can you?”

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