Page 69 of Ruthless Savior
“You’re beautiful,” Ronan murmurs again, his voice deep and rich. “And I can’t wait to taste you.”
My pulse leaps in my throat, my body flushing pink as I realize that he can see that my thin white silk thong is soaked through. Ronan must see it, because he clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he reaches up to tug the thong down my hips.
“Don’t be embarrassed by being aroused,milséan,” he murmurs. “I want you to be wet for me.” He tosses the thong aside and runs two fingers slowly up my folds before rising to his knees, as I gasp at the sensation of his touch on my most intimate flesh. His other hand wraps around his cock as he parts my folds, and my blush deepens as I realize he can see everything.
“This is what seeing you like this does to me,” he growls. “See how hard you make me, Leila? How much I like this tight little pussy getting so wet for my cock?”
I’ve never imagined anyone talking to me like this before. Coming from him, it makes me feel like I can’t breathe, like I’m going to melt into the mattress. I stare at him, taking in how gorgeous he is, how masculine, how overwhelminglysexualhe looks right now as he looms over me, his finger brushing against my clit as he slowly strokes himself while taking in the sight of my most intimate flesh.
I let out a whimpering sound at his touch, my hips arching as he strokes gently, toying with my swelling clit. “That feels good,” he murmurs. “I can tell. Let yourself feel it, Leila. Feel how good it is.”
I can’t helpbutlet myself give in to it. The sensation is better than anything I’ve felt before, better than my own touch. He knows exactly how to ease me into it, stroking me softly until I’m whimpering for more, and his touch intensifies.
He lets go of his cock abruptly, the swollen head slapping against his abdomen as he groans and leans forward, spreading me as he slides down to lie between my legs.
“Ronan—” I gasp his name the moment before he leans in and touches his lips to my dripping folds.
I could never have imagined what it would feel like to have his hot, wet tongue between my legs. He drags it from my entrance up to my clit, pulling his finger away from the swollen nub only when his tongue reaches it. I cry out as his tongue swirls around in a slow circle, my hand grasping at his hair without thinking, my hips bucking upward. I feel one of his hands press down against my abdomen, his arm looped around my leg, holding me in place as he starts to lick more insistently, and I can’t breathe.
“Ronan, oh god, Ronan it’s… I can’t… I…fuck—” I can’t form a coherent sentence, can’t do anything but squirm and writhe under his touch as he licks and laps at my pussy, his tongue circling and fluttering around and over my clit before dipping down to drag over my folds, then sliding back up again. Helpless moans pour from my lips as he drives me higher and higher, until I know I’m going to come, an unstoppable rush of pleasure that hits me as my moan turns into a high-pitched sound.
“Ronan!” I manage to cry out his name as I come hard on his tongue, wave after wave drowning me in sensation. He doesn’t stop, his tongue swirling around my clit, until I start to come down from the high, and he pulls back, his mouth and chin obscenely wet with my arousal.
“Good girl,” he growls, his accent thick and his voice rough. “Good little wife.”
A jolt ripples through me, arousal striking me hard and hot again at the unexpected praise. He looks painfully hard as he rises up on his knees again, his cock visibly throbbing and his stomach smeared with his pre-cum as he reaches down to presstwo fingers against my entrance, avoiding my still-pulsing, too-sensitive clit.
“You need to be open for me,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I’m still breathless as I feel him start to slide those two fingers into me, the strange feeling of fullness startling me as he pushes them deeper. I feel a pinch, a burning pain, and I bite my lip as he scissors his fingers inside of me, adding a third until I’m moaning with a sound that’s partially pleasure, partially pain.
“Ronan—” I gasp, my fingers curling in the sheets. “It’s too much?—”
“No, it’s not,milséan,” he growls. “You can take it. Just relax. Relax and let me get this perfect pussy ready for my cock.”
I see his length throb as he says it, see his jaw tighten, and I can tell it’s taking a good deal of control for him to do this, to get me ready before he takes his pleasure. The thought sends another jolt of arousal through me, making me clamp down around his fingers, and Ronan’s eyes flare as they widen, the muscle in his jaw working as his other hand grabs his cock, squeezing.
“Fuck, Leila, you’ve got me on the fucking edge already.Christ. I fucking need this—need—” He shifts between my thighs, moving so that they’re spread wide around his as he slides his fingers free and spreads my folds, the swollen head of his cock pushing against my entrance as he sucks in a sharp breath.
I’m on the verge of undoing him, and it’s more erotic than I could ever have imagined. His every muscle is wound tight, his cock throbbing in his grasp, his jaw tense as he focuses on entering me slowly. I watch him, fascinated as he presses down with his thumb, pushing himself into me as I gasp at the sudden burning sensation of his too-thick cock entering my tight body.
“Christ,” he swears, his eyes fluttering closed as he holds himself still for a moment. “Holy god, you’re so fucking tight?—”
I clutch at the sheets, breathing hard as he slides into me inch by inch, his jaw working as he forces himself to go slow. “So fucking good,” he groans, his eyes opening to meet mine before sliding closed again. “God, your pussy is fucking heaven. So wet and tight and hot?—”
I clench around him as another jolt of arousal shudders through me, and Ronan’s hips jerk, sinking into me another several inches as I cry out. “Fuck!” he growls, his hand gripping the headboard behind me as he eases himself in the rest of the way. “Fuck, Leila, did I hurt you?”
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. He reaches between us with his other hand, and I can feel that he’s in me all the way, stretching and filling me beyond what I thought was possible, the soft weight of his balls resting against the curve of my ass. His thumb finds my clit, rolling over it gently as he exhales a breath, and starts to move.
“I’m not going to last,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with lust. “Not when you feel this fucking good. Not when you’re squeezing my cock like this.Fuck—come for me again if you can, but…oh god?—”
He groans as I feel him slide out of me to the tip, and then back in again. It’s too much, it hurts, my body shuddering with every stroke, but it also feels good. I feel full, the stroke of his cock inside of me mellowing to something that starts to turn to pleasure, and the roll of his thumb over my clit makes me see stars when he sinks into me all the way again. I can feel the orgasm building, but I don’t know if I can get there again, not before?—
Ronan hisses with pleasure, hips jerking in shallow thrusts as he groans, and I can tell he’s close. He sinks into me again, rolling his hips, his eyes closed as I can see him struggling tohold on. The thought makes me tighten, makes my hips arch, and he growls a low, primal sound that makes my entire body flood with arousal.
“Fuck, Leila, I?—-”
He slides out of me, his thumb still rolling over my clit as he strokes his slick length furiously, aiming it at my stomach. I see streaks of blood on his shaft, and somehow that turns me on even more, seeing the proof that he was my first, that he took what I offered him originally… that for this moment, at least, I’mhis. I can feel myself on the verge of another orgasm as I see him shudder, see his cock throb and his tip flare as the first arc of cum spurts from him.
