Chapter 40
Anita
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H e slapped me. And I liked it. A whole fucking lot. Any sane person would spit in his face and tell him to fuck off after that—or tell them to lick his blood. But apparently my morality went adios and was nowhere in sight. My body didn't catch the hint from the gross depravity, and now I want more of his poison. But now I’m taken aback by his next request.
I smile daringly. “I told you. I don't allow men to taste my pussy.”
His eyes darken. “And I told you that I’m not just any man.” He searches my face, his gaze pierced deep into mine so I can understand. “I’m your man.”
And from that I have nothing logical to say because my heart is bursting brighter than the fairy lights outside. My man.
My eyes flicker over his chest, and my stomach flutters, wrapping up like a bow. The now red cut, carved nice and neat on his chest. Marked by me . I lick over my lips, still getting the metallic taste of him.
A ‘V’ mark wouldn’t have fitted him right. That’s for the weak assholes that chose to become disgusting imbeciles. Ronan is not them. He’s worthy; he’s mine. ‘A’ marks his spot.
Ronan loosens his hold on my hair and kisses me deeply this time, even with his leftover cum in my mouth. He pulls away, leaving me breathless. “So, are you going to let me get a taste or not?”
I swallow and part my lips.
Ronan takes my waist and nudges me toward him. “How about you show me what to do, and I'll follow your instructions like a good boy.”
My belly gallops, and my pussy agrees with pleasure. “We can do that.”
In no time my back is planted against the cold window, Ronan is kneeling before me with his large hands teasing the insides of my thighs. I shudder with a gasp because sensitive sparks are already filling all over.
I gaze down at him with a thunderous heart, and he's watching me with his pearl-like eyes, hiking my dress up slowly to my waist, but some of it still spills around his hand.
Ronan takes my leg and plants it over his shoulder. “Show me how you like it, baby.” He groans low, placing soft kisses on the inner part of my thigh. I tremble and shut my eyes as he starts to drag his tongue over my pussy. I thought he would lower my underwear next, but he kept watching me as his tongue extended and licked under the slit of my lips. Then he pushes between the blockage and finds my swollen nub that's been deprived since I had his cock in my mouth.
“Oh.” I shudder and grip his shoulder while the other is on the glass.
He squeezes both chunks of my ass, pushing me into his mouth. “Are you going to show me how you want this pussy ate?” He thrust again, rubbing right on my clit, the fabric, and his tongue together creates a friction that makes my body erupt in pleasure.
“I know you can please this needy little cunt.” His fingers dig into my ass, and I’m purring in my throat, hoping my hold on him is stable enough. Ronan gives more pressure to my throbbing clit, then lifts slightly.
“I saw you that night in London. Fucking yourself with the underwear I left for you.”
My gaze shoots down at him, surprised. I knew it. I fucking knew it.
“You were at the door.” I moan, threading my fingers through his soft locks.
His eyes shut, and he runs his nose over the soaking fabric. “I wanted to go inside so bad and take you right there. But it was much better, pleasuring myself as you moaned my name.”
With one push, he thrust his thumb into the slit of my ass and circles the tiny hole. I gasp, shocked, my body jerking up from the new invasion.
He continues playing with it. “I want you writhing and squirming just like that for me. Your body shutting down from the pleasure I give you, do you understand?”
I nod unquestionably. “Yes.” I moan.
“Good.” He pecks once more before lowering my leg and hooking his thumbs under my lace panties as drags them down.
Goosebumps rise on my arms and shivers rush up and down my spine as I watch Ronan pull them off and toss them to the side. My heart beats louder in my chest when he takes my thigh and places it on his shoulder securely. “Tell me how you want it,” he groans out. His breath fans over my aching pussy; then, to get a better dose, he rubs his nose against the front and takes a deep inhale. I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head like a possessed man. His fingers dig into the meat of my thigh that's braced on his shoulder.
Ronan releases a throaty growl and looks up at me with drawn brows, as if it pains him to not take matters into his own hands.
He grips my hip to lock me in place. “Fuck, I need you to tell me now, Anita. Please. Please let me taste you.”
My heart gallops away, awakening a side of me that I’ve always enjoyed in the bedroom. Seeing this man on his knees for me , practically pleading to give me pleasure. Damn. I tilt my head with a sweet smirk. “Are you begging?”
He nods. “Yes.”
My mouth dries. “Do it again.”
His eyes gleam a bright flame as he looks back at me like a man desperate for a taste of me. “Can I please taste you?”
My heart knocks again, a short, shuddering breath spills past my lips. “Will you be a good boy for me and follow directions?” I ask, threading my fingers through his hair and gripping it to position his head to the front of my pelvis.
I catch his jaws clenching in addition to his nails now squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise. I gasp, but the sensation of my arousal becomes greater, more urgent for his lips to be right where he wants.
“Tell me how bad you want it.” I jerk his head back, and his hungry gaze is full on me, yearning, desperate as ever.
“So, fucking bad. Just let me...” He lowers his lips to my cunt.
I jerk his head back, and he glares furiously at me. “Uh, uh darling. Patience.” I keep my leg braced on his shoulder as I dip my finger into my drenched pussy, sure to insert my finger into my hole. I close my eyes and moan softly because I’m tempted to fuck myself right in front of him. Then again...
My heart beats faster, and I don't stop myself. My finger dips in and out of my entrance, my arousal coating it, the slippery goo of my pussy so warm and sweet. I add another finger, bending my hooked knee on his shoulder to pull him closer. That only provokes him, I can feel the desperation in his breathing, the self-control vanishing from him as he growls in agony on his knees.
But I enjoy seeing him this way. It's something about the fact that he can be so rough and aggressive at one moment, then, at the next, he's bowing in front of me with an invisible leash on his neck.
My hips move, the back of my hand hitting his lips, and I whimper in satisfaction, shuddering out a breathy pant. I open my eyes and glance back at him. He's staring at my thrusting fingers while I fuck myself slowly. “Do you want a little taste?”
He nods with flared nostrils, his mustache tickling against my hand and thigh.
“Use your words, darling.” I smile at him, innocence in my expression.
He kisses my knuckles, his pupils dilating. He groans. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Please.”
I shiver again with a magnitude of tingles and slide my fingers from my opening. “Open up for me.” He does. His lips part, and his stare carves into my skull, as if him becoming submissive turns him on. I lower them to his mouth, and he does not waste any time. He sucks and licks on my fingers like a crazed man grasping for any taste of me.
My head tilts in awe. Ronan is never the man to follow anyone's rules, only his alone. For him to do this with me fuels my blood into a burning passion. “You follow directions so well. I think you deserve a gift for that.”
He pauses and looks back at me with hope, awaiting my next commands. I slowly glide my fingers from his warm mouth. “You can taste me.”
With one movement, he stands and circles his arm around my waist and steps to the dinner table. He blows the candle out, and the wine and dishes are pushed to the edge of the table; he places me down with urgency—I need to hold on to the sides of the table to keep myself upright.
I breathe faster and in a blur he's back on his knees, my dress bunched to my waist, my legs spread even wider with his large hands cupping under my thighs. Then his mouth is on the treasure.
“Oh fuck.” I gasp, my eyes spreading, surprised by the sensation that flutters in my stomach. I use the muscles in my stomach to stay in the position, so my legs are bent at his will and my shoulders raised to my ears.
He draws away from kissing my dripping flower. His darkened stare back on me. “Tell me how you want it, little snake. I’m at your service.”
Oh fuck, that is so sexy. I lick over my lips. “Use your tongue and lick over my clit. Slowly.”
He follows, extending his tongue and flicks it gently over my swollen nub. I gasp at the tingly spark and jerk back, but he sinks his fingers deeper into my thigh to hold me in place. Ronan does it again, moving his tongue wickedly over my sensitive spot, going at the slow pace that I said for him to.
“Yes, baby.” I have never called him baby, but now I will. He deserves that title and many others with the way he makes my body ignite, like I'm hanging over a cloud of euphoria, and he's the reason for all my pleasure.
Desire courses through me, tightening at the base of my belly as he ravishes my pussy like I’m a specialty dessert.
He makes a guttural groan while his lips closes in on my bud and kisses over it, his eyes closed like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. My body becomes weaker, and I moan louder into the air.
The sound of his tantalizing kisses fills the air along with my moans, then he uses his tongue again to push me over the edge, flicking and teasing my clit.
“Touch my breast,” I pant out.
He does what I say and moves his hand from my right thigh to lower onto his shoulder, while the other is still bent in the air. He glides his palm up my waist, then to my breast, and yanks at my dress. I breathe out as my body jerks from the assault, the ripping sound of my dress comes after, then my bra. Dammit, I liked that bra. With another pull, my bra is snapped from the back and my breast spills out.
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, my hard nipples tighten more from the sudden brush of cool air. His rough hand cups my breast with a teasing massage, and then he pinches my nipple.
“Oh!” Another spark zaps through me, electrifying all my nerves. “Keep doing that,” I rasp out, desperate.
Ronan swirls the tip of his tongue at the same time as he pinches. “Oh, yes!” My brows drawn in from the delicious move, my jaw goes slack. I'm breathing so hard my mouth becomes dry; my pulse quickens as I near my release. I whine as I attempt to get myself upright, but it’s so consuming, and it feels so damn good. I never knew I could ever experience this, and Ronan has proved again that he’s the man for me. “Fuck, baby, you're doing so well.” Rolling my hips into him.
A devilish grin curls the side of his mouth as he continues his slow and steady licks. Even with them drawn out and torturous, he puts pressure on my nub, and it sends powerful tremors to my heart.
He growls like an animal as he thrusts his tongue into my hole, then he lifts subtly and kisses my spot. “You taste so damn good.” He applies another kiss before diving back in.
My mouth waters and tiny mewls pour from me, watching him devour my pussy. I move my hand from its place and comb my fingers in his hair while keeping myself upright on the table.
“Now...” I whimper with a shudder as his tongue flickers non-stop on the sensational, sensitive nerve. I swear under my breath before coming back together. “Use your fingers to fuck me. Slowly.”
He follows. Positioning his body to lower slightly, hooking both legs to his shoulder for stability. Then, he inserts one long finger into my slick hole with ease. It's saturated with my extract and his spit—so wet, that the glide of his finger feels untraceable. Until he pushes in a second and the sensations run through, then a third. I wither on the table as he thrust his fingers slowly but powerfully into my slickness, finding the spot that makes my cunt gush more. Hooking them into a wonderful massage that touches my g-spot. My eyes spread with a loud gasp, a strange humming moan vibrating in my throat. Through my shaking and cries, Ronan keeps at it, never losing his pace, not once growing tired, never taking his possessive eyes off me.
He licks, plunges, and pinches again. Another violent wave of sparks tingles all over. “God, yes.” My brows are pulled in deep with teeth digging into my bottom lip, watching his wonderful performance. But he stops altogether, and glares at me, knowing he doesn't like another name being called out. But I gaze back at him with affection, and my damn heart actually blooms. I whisper truthfully, “ You are my God, and I'll worship you...always.”
I mean every last word more than he could understand. He’s become an important piece in my life. And I’m never letting him go.
A glint shines over his golden eyes, causing a thick grunt to erupt from him and his chest to rise and fall rapidly. Ronan stares at me with a look deeper than before and lowers his wet lips back to my clit, squeezing my breast with a stinging pinch to my nipple. I whine again, the pain is so good, it only overtakes my body with an array of pleasure that has my cheeks flushed and pressure building in my head. The muscles in my stomach begin to tighten into a knot, my heart skips and knocks into my chest. It’s coming. I’m ...coming. Oh, fuck, it's happening to me.
“Faster,” I urge, rocking my hips against his mouth.
His pace picks up, fucking me with his fingers and his tongue on my clit. I’m ready to burst, finally to have my first orgasm in this way. My hair sticks to my skin as sweat lifts from it, my mind spiraling out of control. It’s so much that I slip and fall back onto the table. The food and glass crashing to the floor.
He doesn’t stop, he only drags my body to the end of the table, keeping me in place even with glass and food shattered around. I don't seem to care either, because I cross my calves behind his head to keep him locked in.
“Uhh, yes.” My back arches, pushing my hips closer to his greedy mouth and maddening fingers. My hands close into a fist, and I pull his hair hard enough to pop the strands from his scalp. He groans deeply and laps me up, causing him to become more vicious.
“ Yes. Shit, yes. Uhh , just like that.” It doesn't even sound like me; I’m whimpering and practically withering from his torture. I rock against his face to meet my release faster, my heart drumming even harder.
My eyes roll back, and it hits me like a rocket taking off into space. The loud explosive flames bursting from behind and taking over my body completely. I moan and cry in pleasure as my violent release shatters me into pieces. Tears cloud my vision, and I gaze upside down out the window, my back arched into a deep curve, and the stars from the night sky sparkling back at me as if it’s experiencing the same thing I am.
I'm so lost in my euphoria that I don’t realize that Ronan has lowered my trembling legs, picked me up and carried me off to a room.
Like a ruined Cinderella.