18. Tessa
18
TESSA
M y heart races so fast that I can hear it, along with the sound of my panting, trying to catch my breath as I come down from the earth-shattering orgasm I just had. I’ve had orgasms before, but never like that. Never that intense. It’s like Ronan knows my body better than I do. He knew exactly what I needed, and he didn’t back down when I asked him to be rough.
He stands at the edge of the bed, watching me while he unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the floor, followed by his belt and pants. When he’s down to just his underwear, I prop myself up on my elbows, my gaze pinned to the enormous outline of his erection. I know it’s big. I’ve felt it press against me, but I’m not prepared for how large it is when he drops his boxer briefs, letting his cock spring free. It juts up toward his stomach, hard and proud.
I lick my lips, unable to tear my eyes away from it.
“Come here,” he says firmly as he takes a step back to make room between him and the bed.
Heat spreads over my cheeks as I scoot to the edge and tip my head back to look up at him. Despite just having the best orgasm of my life, my pussy tightens, and my tummy flutters, excitement and nerves coursing through me. I have no idea what to do next, but I don’t need to because my Daddy will take control.
“Get on your knees.” His tone is low and commanding, and when I slide to the thick carpet and meet his gaze, another rush of arousal shoots through me.
“Such a good girl. My good girl. You look so pretty like that.”
I listen to his praise, but my attention is on his cock, bobbing right in front of my face. I want to reach up and touch it but I’m not sure if I should.
“You’re dying to touch it, aren’t you, baby girl?”
I blush and nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Go ahead.”
I tentatively wrap my hand around his cock, marveling at how it feels. Hot and hard and smooth. When I stroke it gently, he lets out a hiss and drops his head back.
“Fuck, baby. You’re going to kill me.”
“You can’t die yet. I just got you,” I reply absently, continuing to move my hand over his cock.
Ronan grabs a fistful of hair and pulls my head back firmly so I’m forced to look up at him, his eyes burning into mine. “Yeah, baby. I just fucking got you, and I’m never letting you go.”
Biting my bottom lip, I look at his cock then back at him. “Can I taste it?”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he considers my question. “Only for a second. I’m already so fucking close it’s embarrassing.”
A grin tugs at my lips as I lean forward, my hand wrapped around the base of him. Veins run up and down his shaft, and a shiny bead of come leaks from the tip. Sticking out my tongue, I lick it off, surprised by the taste. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s not bad.
When I do it again, he groans and closes his eyes, his jaw clenched as if this is pure torture for him. Slowly, I open my mouth wide and take him in, sucking on the head and swirling my tongue around the ridge. He watches me, his emerald eyes sparkling. He’s so gorgeous, and seeing him struggling to keep control is so damn hot. I feel powerful and sexy knowing I do this to him.
I try to suck deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag, my pussy growing wetter as I do. What is it about choking on my Daddy’s cock that makes me more aroused? Whatever it is, it seems to have the same effect on him because his hand tightens in my hair, and he presses me deeper again until I start coughing.
“If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh three times and I’ll stop. Otherwise, I want you to be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth. Can you do that for Daddy, pretty baby?”
Jesus. If he keeps talking to me like that, I’ll do anything he wants. I bob my head up and down, meeting his gaze.
“Good girl. Keep those eyes on me, baby. I want to see you.”
With one hand wrapped around my hair, he starts thrusting. I hold on to his legs for balance. He never goes too far or chokes me too much. As soon as I start struggling, he pulls back to give me air. My pussy drips, and my breasts ache. I want more. I want everything . Whatever he’ll give me, I’ll take.
“Fuck,” he hisses, yanking my head back and off his cock. “No more. The only place I’m coming is in your pretty little pussy. Come here.”
He lifts me to my feet and picks me up, placing me on the edge of the bed with my legs dangling over the edge.
“Lie back and put your feet on the edge.”
While I move into position, he reaches between my legs and rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb, making me jolt and moan in surprise.
“That’s my good girl. Spread your knees farther, baby.”
As soon as I do, he steps between my thighs, his cock brushing against my slit.
“I’m going to be as careful as I can, but it’s going to be uncomfortable.”
I shake my head, biting my lip as I watch him. “Just take me, Daddy. I need you. I need you so bad.”
He circles my clit with the tip of his cock and then presses his fingers against the delicate nub while slowly pressing his cock into my core. I’m slick and ready, but he’s thick. I bite the inside of my cheek, not wanting to show my discomfort. I don’t want him to stop. And even though there is a spark of pain, the more he plays with my clit, the more it morphs into pleasure.
“You okay, baby? Fuck, I hate hurting you.”
“I’m okay. Please, Daddy. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I reach out to run my nails down his inked chest while he inches himself into me. I’m so full, but I love the feeling. The two of us connected in the most intimate way.
“Yes,” I whimper as I start grinding my hips against him. His talented fingers distract me slightly as he thrusts forward, and his hips meet the inside of my thighs.
“So fucking tight, baby. Jesus,” he grits out.
With his free hand, he tweaks one of my nipples and then the other, the stimulation sending a zing of pleasure through me.
“Oh, God. Daddy, please fuck me. I need more,” I whine, trying to pull him in deeper.
He leans over me, resting both palms on either side of my head, and stares at me as he slowly pulls out and pumps back in. The ridge of his cock rubs against something sensitive inside me, and when he does it again, I cry out and arch up toward him.
“That’s my girl. So perfect. Made for me,” he says as he starts thrusting faster.
Wanting more, I hook my ankles behind his thighs and grip his shoulders. Then he lowers his face and kisses me while he fucks me at the same time. Sweat slicks our bodies as we move in rhythm together, chasing our pleasure.
“Harder,” I beg. “Please, Daddy.”
Rising to his full height, he looms over me as he grips my hips and fucks me just the way I need. The man is a sex god, and I don’t think we’ve even hit the tip of the iceberg of the kinky things we’ll do together.
My core tightens as every muscle in my body tenses. The room blurs, and I close my fists around the thick comforter as if it will keep me from catapulting off the bed.
“You’re so close, baby. Your pussy is clenching me.”
I bob my head, moaning his name while he starts to fuck me harder. Then he holds his index finger to my lips and raises an eyebrow.
“Suck, baby,” he commands.
When I open my mouth, he slides it in, and I obey, sucking on it while he continues to fuck me hard and fast. Everything feels like so much and not enough all at once, and then I detonate, screaming as waves of pleasure shoot through me. My pussy pulses around him, sending Ronan into a frenzied thrusts until he’s groaning and cursing under his breath. His cock throbs as he empties himself into me while my own orgasm slowly dwindles, and I turn into a satisfied pile of goo against the mattress.
R onan has his arms wrapped around me, his warmth pressing into my back as we lie tangled in the sheets. The steady rhythm of his breathing is the most comforting thing I’ve ever heard. His hand moves lazily along my arm, tracing soft patterns on my skin, and I can’t help but sink deeper into him.
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing in my ear.
I smile, tilting my head back slightly to catch his gaze. “I’m just soaking it all in. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, but it was well worth it.”
His lips brush the top of my head as he chuckles softly. “I’ll carry you wherever you need to go.”
That makes me giggle, but I don’t hate the idea.
For a while, we stay as we are. Our quiet intimacy feels natural. It’s almost as if we don’t need words to communicate. Eventually, he shifts, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before pulling away.
“Don’t move,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch as he climbs out of bed, the muscles in his back and toned ass flexing with each step. Gosh, the man is a sight. And even though I’ll never admit it, I love that I’m the only one who gets to see him like this. Completely unguarded and relaxed. For me.
He grabs a pair of sweatpants, slipping them on as he heads for the door. I’m not sure what he’s up to, but I stay where I am, his firm command playing in my mind. I love his dominant side and the way he has no problem taking control.
When he returns, he’s carrying two bottles of water and a small tray loaded with snacks—fruit, crackers, and little squares of chocolate.
“Bringing me snacks in bed. You really are the man of my dreams,” I say, propping myself up on one elbow as he hands me a water bottle.
He winks and then disappears into the bathroom with the plate of food. A second later, the sound of running water fills the room.
“Come here,” he says softly when he returns, pulling back the covers and scooping me up before I can protest.
“Daddy!” I squeal, laughing as he carries me toward the bathroom. “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.” He holds me securely as if I weigh nothing at all, and it makes my tummy flutter.
The bathroom is warm and cozy, with the lights dimmed low and the tub filling with steaming water. He lowers me carefully into it, his hands steady as he helps me settle against the edge. The heat soothes me instantly, easing the ache between my legs.
“Good?” he asks, crouching beside the tub, his gaze warm and intent.
“Amazing,” I murmur and close my eyes for a moment as the water works its magic.
When I open them again, he’s sitting on a small stool beside the tub, the tray of snacks in his lap. He picks up a fresh peach slice and holds it out to me.
“Open.”
I comply, almost moaning as the sweet flavor hits my tongue. He feeds me another piece, then a square of chocolate, watching me the entire time like he’s memorizing every expression, every reaction. One of the things I love most about this man is how he pays attention to me. And not just the things that interest him.
“You don’t have to do all this.”
“Baby girl, I think you know me well enough to know that I don’t do anything I don’t want to. So, if I’m taking care of you or feeding you or whatever else, it’s because I want to.”
His words settle over me, a warmth spreading through my chest that has nothing to do with the water. I reach out, brushing my fingers against his, and he takes my hand, his thumb stroking over my knuckles.
“Thank you,” I whisper. The words feel too small for everything he’s done for me, everything he’s given me.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, our eyes locked on each other’s.
When the snacks are gone and my fingers start looking like prunes, Ronan reaches into the tub and helps me out. My skin is flushed from the heat of the bath, but the cool air makes me shiver as soon as I stand. He’s ready with a thick, fluffy towel, wrapping it around me, his strong arms lingering just long enough to pull me close.
“Let’s get you dried off,” he murmurs.
I stand still as he gently pats my skin dry, his movements careful and deliberate, like I’m something fragile. When he’s finished, he grabs a second towel and drapes it over my head, his large hands working through my hair to soak up the moisture. It’s such a small thing, but his delicate care makes my chest ache in the best way.
“You’re good at this,” I tease, smiling at him as he finishes.
He smirks, tossing the towel aside. “Yeah, well, toweling off my sexy, naked girl isn’t exactly a hardship.”
Before I can protest, he picks me up again, carrying me into the bedroom and setting me on the edge of the bed. He moves to his dresser, pulls out one of his T-shirts—a plain black one, soft and worn—and turns back to me, holding it out.
“Arms up,” he instructs, and I obey without question, lifting my arms as he slides the shirt over my head. It falls past my thighs, but it’s comfortable and soft.
“Perfect,” he says quietly.
My cheeks heat, but I don’t look away. “It’s your shirt.”
“Exactly.” There’s a hint of possession in his tone that sends a shiver down my spine.
He pulls back the covers and tucks me in with the same care he’s shown all evening. When he slides into bed beside me, he pulls me close, his arm wrapping securely around my waist, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
We lie in silence for a while, the nightlight he plugged in on my side of the bed giving off a dim glow, and I feel myself drifting closer to sleep. But just as my eyes start to close, Ronan speaks.
“I love you,” he says softly. “I’ve loved you longer than I’ve been willing to admit to myself. But now… now I need you to know.”
The words hang in the air, heavy and warm, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. Tears gather in my eyes, and I have to swallow several times to get rid of the lump in my throat.
“I love you too, Daddy,” I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can overthink them. “I think I have ever since you found me.”
His arms tighten around me, and he lets out a soft breath, almost like he’s been holding it in.