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He held my hair again to pull my mouth from him, but he merely spun me around on all fours to look at myself in the mirror. He pulled me to my feet, wrapped his arm across my chest, holding me in place.
I met my reflection’s eyes, knowing this should turn me off, it should make me sick of myself. Instead, I merely moaned and arched my ass out for him.
“Don’t look away.” He rumbled into my ear. “See the things in your eyes I see when you look at me like this.”
Kid’s palm fell in a stinging blow to my ass.
I gasped but kept my eyes on my reflection. He did it again and my wetness rolled down my thighs. He spanked me until I gripped the mirror and came for him unashamedly.
Kid didn’t allow me to recover. I was still shaking from my climax when he drove into me from behind.
My eyes crossed.
“Shit!” I swore.
He filled me completely. I held my breath then exhaled out my mouth. It was so good, I gripped the sides of the mirror with both hands, bowed my head and rode back onto him. I took him as deeply as I could until I was able to take him all the way.
“Good girl.” Kid sighed.
“Fuck me!” I demanded. “Hard!”
He clutched my hips, then took my body in long, slow strokes. I writhed my hips, trying to keep him in me, imprinted on every part of me.
“Look up.” Kid rasped. “I need you to see what you made me do to you.”
“I can’t…”
“Don’t you like the way I fuck you, Nella?”
I whimpered.
“Then look up.”
I met his eyes through the mirror.
The truth was, I was afraid I’d love what he was doing to me.
When I did began watching, I more than loved the fire raging through his eyes.
I loved the way he made my breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, the way his muscles tensed and released making the tattoos move as though they had lives of their own.
The passion to swim over his face did something to me—something almost magical.
I loved the dirty things he was making me watch him do to me.
The way his muscles tensed, the different expressions to pass over his face—everything made me wetter than I thought possible.
This man was everything.
I wanted him to bemyeverything.
This time when I climaxed, my knees wobbled and gave out underneath me. But I didn’t hit the floor. Kid caught me, carried me to the bed and dropped me on it. I took him into my body again, reaching across to touch him, to caress his nipples, down his abs.
“Ronan.”
“Mhmm?”
“More.”
