Chapter 5
One second she’d been rolling her hips as she sat on his lap, completely enjoying the feel of his hardness between her legs, the tip of his thick finger in her ass and the next, he’d flipped them so she lay beneath him looking up at the determination set in his face.
He took a deep breath and pushed up on his strong arms, gazing down at her like he could see something she didn’t know about. She nibbled at her lip and he growled before dipping his head and laying claim to her mouth.
With a sigh of submission, she gave herself over to him.
She hadn’t lied, she wanted anything, everything he was willing to give her for their time locked in this room.
Pushing her hands over broad shoulders, she tangled her fingers in the longer hair at the nape of his neck before skimming her nails over the skin.
His moan went directly from his mouth to her clit and she shifted beneath him, needing more. Of his touch. His weight. His everything.
Ronan rose up until he straddled her and watched her. She swallowed. Was he having second thoughts? She wasn’t skinny by any means. No she didn’t have harsh thoughts about herself, she loved her curves but that he went hot to cold unnerved her.
His gaze narrowed and he shook his head.
“Don’t go there, angel.” His deep rasp was like setting fire to her nerves and sparks along her skin.
He reached down and gripped his cock which he’d not bothered putting back inside his joggers, no the full, flared crown rose proud above the waistband.
“I’m trying to make this not like I’m fucking rutting you. ”
Her panting increased. She wouldn’t complain.
“Sweatshirt off.” He pulled her upright and helped her remove it. Her full breasts swayed as she lowered her arms. “Holy fuck.” Ronan gripped his cock again and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m fucking ready to nut right now, angel. I haven’t even gotten your pants off.”
“Take me, Ronan. I don’t care if it’s fast and hard.” She placed her palm over her belly. “I ache.”
His growl filled the room as he rose off her in a single move and in the next second, his joggers hit the floor, leaving her face to face with his large, heavy, thick erection. Long and hard it rose up toward his flat abdomen, dark veins on the side. The head, swollen and a deep color.
She licked her lips and reached for him only to have his hand grip her wrist an inch away.
“No angel. You touch me, I’m covering you in my seed and right now, I want it inside you.”
Vivyan lay back and pushed down her sweats, far past the point of having any shame at being naked before a man who looked like a chiseled god, she got them to her knees when his hands took over.
“Fuck!” He drew out the word, eyes focused on her pussy.
Ronan hit his knees and slipped his hands behind hers, yanking her without any finesse to the edge of the bed. Before she could catch up with being dragged along the blankets his mouth was on her pussy.
Completely.
Strong hands pressed her thighs wider as his tongue swirled her clit before licking up and down the slit then returning to her clit and nipping her.
“Oh God,” she wailed, hips bucking shoving her pussy deeper into his face as she fell over the edge, coming hard on his delving tongue.
He grumbled, vibrating her core as his fingers clenched on her inner thighs, nudging her wider still.
“Ronan, angel. Not God. Know who’s delivering this pleasure to you.” His words hadn’t even faded from the air when his lips were locked once more around her clit, pulling, flicking, allowing his teeth to graze along the sensitive nub.
She couldn’t stop trembling and she struggled to get some purchase so she could thrust into his touch. Wedging her heels into the bed, she bit her lower lip as she gripped the hair on his head, holding him tight against her wet pussy. He pushed two, thick fingers inside her.
Vivyan fell apart. Again.
“Holy fuck Ronan!”
He released her clit and looked up her body to meet her eyes. She saw her juices covering his lips and beard, he didn’t seem all put out about it. Ronan continued to piston his fingers inside her as she came down, slowly, from the euphoric high he’d given her.
“Better.” His gaze dipped back to where his fingers pleasured her then he huffed. “I could happily stay there and feast, angel.”
But he didn’t, he removed his two fingers, sucked them clean while staring at her, then pushed them back inside her to coat them again. She whimpered, needing him to fill the void in her.
“Look at how wet you are, angel.” He thrust deep and turned his wrist to hit different spots inside her. Then he pulled out again and with his glistening fingers, grasped his cock and fisted himself.
She clenched and would have squeezed her thighs together but the second she moved them, he grasped her inner thigh, halting her.
“I love the look of you on me.” He stared down at his hand, stroking up and down his shaft, smearing the liquid that had been on his fingers. “I need more.”
Licking her lips, she nodded. Words weren’t cooperating with her at the moment. She craved him. Wanted to feel spread wide, filled full to the point of pain by this man.
“Do you trust me, angel?” He slowly lifted his gaze from where he’d been watching his own hand move up and down his cock to hold her stare.
“Yes.”
Insane? Perhaps but on some deeper level, she did.
His lips pulled tight, appearing almost feral. “I’m not letting you go, angel.” Ronan notched the purplish mushroom head at the entrance of her pussy. “I fuck you. You’re mine.” He rolled his lower lip in his teeth. “Christ.”
She moaned as he entered her. He didn’t slam home, not that she would have complained had he done so, but pushed with a long continuous motion. He didn’t stop until he could move no deeper inside her body.
“Such a fucking good girl, angel. Look at how well you take my cock. So fucking wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”
Vivyan grabbed at his wrists, fingers unable to completely enclose them. Never had she felt so full. He couldn’t go any further, his cock fully nestled inside her, stretching the walls and making her pussy fit around him.
He held still and grabbed her ass, lifting her like she was a feather. “Tell me.”
“For you.”
Ronan tightened his grip on her flesh—she knew he would leave marks, not that she minded—pulled out slowly until only the head of his cock remained in her. He gave a sharp shake of his head. “Tell me.” His voice, low and gritty.
She didn’t know what else he needed. Shifting, best she could, she frowned at him when he tightened his hold, keeping her from drawing him back in.
Frustration rose and she saw it matched on his face.
“What? I told you it’s for you.”
He glided back in until he filled her once more. Every move from him, slow and calculated. “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll fuck you like we both need.” He withdrew at the same agonizing slow speed, her body clenching on him, fighting, desperate, to keep him in her.
She wasn’t willing to try and rationalize in her mind why those words didn’t send her running for the hills. She was desperate for his dick.
“I’m yours Ronan.”
“Fucking right you are.”
He slammed forward, yanking a cry of pleasure from her throat as her eyes fell shut.
“No, no angel. Watch me as I fuck you. Watch me as I claim you. Watch me as I ruin this pussy for anyone else.”
Breathing wasn’t easy, neither was his fucking.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
He changed up the angle, he changed how long his hold while he was in deep. She couldn’t figure out how it was going to be next other than fantastic.
She didn’t have a chance in hell of not being ruined by this man and she didn’t care.
Vivyan shifted, the arm banded around her waist tightening before sliding her back against the sheets to the warm expanse of hard chest behind her. Sleet pelted the window and she shivered, not wanting to leave the warm cocoon surrounding her naked body.
“Where you going, angel?”
Ronan.
His voice alone was enough for her to pant and her body to grow slick in preparation to take his size deep within.
“Bathroom.”
He grunted but loosened his hold on her body. Beard brushing her shoulder as he kissed her, he flexed his fingers over her hip before patting her on the ass.
“Hurry back.”
She did. Not turning on the light until she had the door closed, it didn’t take her long to empty her bladder and wash her hands.
Flicking off the light, she opened the bathroom door and froze, Ronan sat up, back against the headboard, bare chest exposed to her lecherous gaze as he stared at her in the light that hadn’t been on previously.
Vivyan closed the door a bit, blocking her body from his view. “What are you doing?”
She realized they’d spoken that question at the same time.
“Come here, angel.”
A deaf person could have picked up on the command in his tone. Being fucked so hard she blacked out was one thing when the lights were off and low but it was a new day and she had rediscovered how shy she truly was.
“Why is the light on?”
He flipped back the blanket pooled over his lap, exposing his hardness, jutting up from the patch of dark hair.
Her mouth watered. He fisted his cock, pumping slowly without taking his focus from her.
“You don’t hide from me, angel. I love every fucking curve you have.”
Up. Down. Twist. Squeeze. Repeat.
She couldn’t take her gaze off how he stroked himself. Her mouth watered, wanting that between her lips. Wanted him to take control so she didn’t have to make a decision.
“Come here.” Another lazy pump. “Come here and suck my cock.”
“You could turn the light off.”
“Could. Won’t. I want to watch your full lips part as I push into you with this.
I want to see the lust in your eyes and the tears as you’re such a fucking good girl for taking all of my dick.
See the drool running down your mouth. Most importantly, angel.
I can’t wait to watch my seed cover your face, lips and tits as I nut over you.
” An angry jerk of his hand. “Get your lips around my dick, angel.”
She listened.