7. Evelyn
SEVEN
EVELYN
“Evie,” he groaned. The deep animalistic tone to his voice felt like an electric tingle straight to my clit. “Tell me you know that if I take you, this is it. You’re mine.” His warning sounded like the sweetest promise.
“This is crazy,” I panted. I wanted to give in more than I wanted to breathe. And it wasn’t just because I wanted him to fuck me seven ways to Sunday like I had a feeling he could do.
No. It was because there was something about the way he looked at me, the way I felt in his arms, and the way he’d taken care of me and fussed over me, I knew in my bones the pull we felt wasn’t something casual or an itch we had to scratch.
It was bigger and brighter and felt so damn important it should have scared the hell out of me that maybe I’d somehow actually found someone I wanted to spend my life with.
“Ronnie,” I whispered, my hands stroking the sides of his handsome face.
“It's not, and you know it.” His jaw strained, and I looked up at him, trying to cut through the haze of lust and desire. I felt drunk and dizzy, but in the best way possible. “I won’t hurt you. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. With time, you will see the kind of man I am. I’m not one to say things lightly, and when I make a promise, I keep it. ”
“Baby,”
“Tell me,” he demanded, and the words came out before I thought it over.
“I’m yours,” I answered, feeling like I was on the edge of a cliff about to dive right into the unknown.
“Good girl,” he praised. Ron’s lips crashed into mine, and I felt the thick crown of his cock press against my entrance. I was wet and ready, knowing that the moment he slid in, there would never be any turning back.
Who was I kidding? There had been no turning back from the moment he stepped into the shop that first day.
“Jesus, you’re so wet. Tight,” he clipped. I hooked my leg over his lower back. “Warm.”
“I need you,” I shamelessly whined.
“Fuck.” He inched in, and my eyes felt like they were about to cross. Never had sex felt this way. Filled and stretched in a way that felt almost like an out-of-body experience. Felt physically and spiritually exactly where I was supposed to be.
“Ron!” I squeaked, and he stilled.
“Did I hurt you?” he gruffly asked. I shook my head.
“No! But I’m going to hurt you if you don’t fuck me,” I strained, my skin slick with sweat. His face slid against mine, so close I felt the stubble of his jaw, the heat of his body. Every breath he drew made my pussy pulsate. The warmth of his lips hovered over the shell of my ear.
“Not fucking you, baby girl. Even when I go hard, take you rough, it’s me loving you,” Ron growled. Before I could think of a sassy response, he pushed inside, taking my breath away. With one quick thrust, Ron filled me. Stretched me. The pain just a bite over the pleasure I felt.
“Jesus,” he cursed, pulling my lobe between his lips. “You feel so fucking good,” he hissed.
“Ronnie,” I cried. “More. Please.” I wasn’t above begging.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he strained. I felt his body tremble as he held back.
“You won’t.” I had more than enough faith in him for the two of us. He slowly started to work in and out of my body. The pace was slow. Almost leisurely. So much, I growled and whined, but he only chuckled.
“My girl’s fucking greedy for her man’s dick, isn’t she?” God, I loved dirty talk. Not that I had experienced a whole lot of that in real life.
Not until Ron.
“So greedy,” I repeated, and the next words easily and genuinely passed my lips, “For you. Greedy for you, Ron. Please.”
“Fuck.” My eyes dropped to his lips. Full and shiny. Wet from my kisses. His hips started to move a little quicker, and when my head dropped back, he picked up speed.
I couldn’t believe this was happening right on my kitchen counter. It was hot and sexy and so damn different than anything I had every experienced in my past.
But then again, I had a feeling my life would be unequivocally changed after this.
I clung to him. My fingernails dug into his muscular shoulders. My legs wrapped around his waist while he thrust in and out of me. My face hid in the crook of his neck. Slight squeaks and moans escaped and mingled with his deep animal-like sounds and the echo of our bodies coming together.
“You feel so good,” he panted in my ear. “You’re going to come for me.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement.
I had no idea how he knew how my body spoke so clearly with him, but it did. He wasn’t wrong. I was close. Heat furled and tension coiled deep inside me as this big swelling feeling grew so out of control, I knew that without having an orgasm yet, Ronnie had ruined me for anyone else.
“Ronnie.”
“Yes,” he strained, nipping at the spot where my shoulder met my neck. “God, your sweet, little pussy’s got a chokehold on my cock,” he rumbled, nipping at my skin, probably leaving a hickey. One I wanted so damn badly.
“Come for me, cupcake.” Somehow, every word out of this man’s mouth got me that much closer. “Give me that honey. Milk my dick,” he urged, pushing forward, and my eyes widened at the feel of him hitting a spot inside of me that had never been touched.
“Ron!” I cried.
“Yes, baby girl. You like that, don’t you? Look at you. You’re so fucking juicy for me.” He wasn’t kidding, either. I could feel my own wetness coating my thighs. The wet squelching sound was almost as obscene as it was erotic.
“Baby!” I cried, holding on, kissing his neck.
“Fuck, you’re tight. You want me to come inside of you, don’t you?”
“Ron!”
“You want to make a mess, or bigger mess, of this pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I clung to him, needing something more, not bearing the thought of having my body too far from his.
I was so close to breaking, shattering into a million pieces in his arms, and for better or worse, he knew it. There was something so sexy, so masculine about the control he had over his body. He ground his hips when he was balls deep, pressing his pelvic bone against my swollen clit.
“Oh! Yes! Ron!” He thrust harder, and I held on tighter. “Right there! I’m I’m—“ I couldn’t even finish warning him. My body was a riptide of euphoria as I came hard on his cock. Soaking in every filthy beautiful word as it melted into my skin and settled over my soul.
“Just like that, baby, fuck,” he groaned, pressing his nose against my neck.
I felt him before he made a noise. He got thicker, harder.
Warmth flooded me from the inside out. We were having unprotected sex, and instead of that freaking me out, I clenched as tightly as I could around him, milking every drop I could get while still hazy from my own high. He bit my shoulder, and I giggled.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us a sweaty panting mess while our heartrates slowed back down. Ron was the first to pull away and look at me, holding my face in one of his huge hands.
“You okay?” I nodded. It was weird. It had been the best intimate experience of my life, and a huge wave of emotions hit me. This might not have been possible if that car hadn’t stopped where it had.
“Hey…” he called out, and I blinked. “I’m here. You’re here. And this, you and me, is happening. You’re mine.”
“That wasn’t just… just, like, sex talk?” I asked, showing my vulnerable underbelly.
“Sex talk?” His lips twitched, but he didn’t full on smile at me. Ron shook his head and rested his forehead against mine. “Fuck, no. That was a promise. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
“For how long?” I asked, knowing better.
“How about till there’s not one star left in the sky?” he suggested, surprising the hell out of me. I should have been cautious, careful with my heart, but something inside of me, in my gut, was shouting at me to believe him.
Believe in us.
So, I did.
Melting into his hug, I wasn’t going to overthink what this was or where it was going. I was going to enjoy the hell out of it, consequences be damned.