Chapter 12
REBEL
Something in me snapped when the door shut behind us and the lock clicked into place.
One second I had control, the next, she was pinned to the wall.
Clara gasped as her back hit the solid surface, her breath catching in her throat just as my hands slid down her body and hauled her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist automatically, as though her body already knew exactly where it belonged.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my lips crashed down on hers.
There was nothing slow or careful about this kiss.
I took her mouth hard, my tongue pushing inside as she clung to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails scraping through my shirt.
She made a soft, needy sound that went straight down my spine and settled low in my groin, right where I was already aching for her.
I rocked forward without thinking, and I could feel the heat of her pussy pressed against my cock, even through the denim layers between us. Hot, wet, and already fucking ready. It dragged a guttural sound out of me that I couldn’t hold back.
Clara broke the kiss with a cry, her head tipping back against the wall as her chest rose fast under her thin shirt. Her thighs tightened around me, and she gasped, “Ronan—”
“Yeah.” I dragged my mouth down her jaw, my teeth scraping lightly along the sensitive skin just below her ear. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
Her breath hitched, and her hands fisted in my shirt as I ground into her again.
Slower this time, more deliberate, letting her feel exactly what she did to me.
My cock was hard as fucking steel, straining against my jeans, and every little movement had her rubbing against me as if she wasn’t in control of her own body.
“Yes, please, faster,” she whispered, her voice shaking as her head fell back again and she tried to buck her hips against me.
I grasped her hips firmly and held her still.
“Settle down, baby. I decide the pace,” I grunted, my mouth sliding lower to follow the line of her throat.
Her skin was warm, flushed, and tasted sweet as I pressed open-mouthed kisses down to the edge of her shirt. The neckline dipped just enough to give me a glimpse of the soft swell of her tits, the hint of cleavage making my teeth clench.
I dragged the fabric down with a growl, exposing more of that perfect fucking skin. Then I let my tongue flick against the edge of her bra. She sucked in a sharp breath and pressed herself into me harder.
“Fuck.” My hands slid up to cup her tits through her shirt, feeling the soft weight of them fill my palms. “Been thinking about these all damn day.”
Her legs squeezed around me even more, her heels digging into my back as a broken sound fell from her lips.
“You like hearing that?” I dragged my mouth back up, my breath hot against her ear. “Like knowing how much I’ve been thinking about getting my hands on you? How you’ve been driving me fucking crazy all night.”
She nodded jerkily, as if she was struggling to make her head move while her whole body trembled.
“Testing my control with every breath,” I growled, squeezing her again rougher this time, earning another gasp.
“I’ve been thinking about these tits in my hand.
And every time you put something in this sexy mouth, all I could think of was your lips around my cock.
Can’t fucking wait to this tight pussy wrapped around me. ”
Her breath stuttered, her fingers digging into my hair now, holding me close like she didn’t want any space between us.
“Ronan,” she moaned, completely fucking gone for me.
“Say it again,” I demanded, grinding into her harder. “Say my name exactly like that.”
Her head dropped forward until her forehead pressed against mine, her voice barely holding together. “Ronan.”
“Damn…makes me so hard. My cock is trying to punch through my fucking pants.”
“I need—”
“I know,” I cut her off, my tone controlled, even though everything in me was riding the edge. “I fucking know what you need, baby.”
My hands slid under her ass, gripping firm and lifting her higher.
She let out a startled breath. “I’m too heavy—”
I snorted, already moving, easily carrying her down the hall. “You don’t weigh shit, baby. Like a fucking pillow.”
She huffed out a soft laugh that died quick when I shifted my grip and pulled her even closer against me.
My voice dropped lower, right against her ear, “And you’ll still be light as a feather when you’re round and swollen with my baby.”
Her body went still against mine, her breath catching hard. Like she didn’t even know what to do with what I’d said. I didn’t give her time to process it, carrying her straight to my bed, my grip firm on her ass and her legs still locked around my waist.
When we reached the bedroom, I set her down slowly, savoring every inch of her body sliding along mine until her feet touched the floor. Her eyes were wide, the amber depths darkened to honey. A flush stained her cheeks and spread down her throat.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it upward as my eyes devoured the soft, bare curves I’d grown addicted to. Clara lifted her arms, her eyes locked onto mine as I tossed the garment aside, revealing the delicate, lacy bra that held her full tits so fucking perfectly it made my mouth water.
But it had to go. I stripped off her bra, then dropped to my knees and made quick work of her jeans, sliding them down her lush hips, my hands stroking her bare thighs as she stepped out of them.
Her lace panties were soaked through at the center, the dark patch of evidence showing exactly how turned on she was by the filthy words I’d whispered moments ago.
“Fuck, Clara.” I pressed a kiss to her belly before hooking my fingers in the delicate fabric and dragging it down, exposing her pussy inch by tempting inch.
After she stepped out of her underwear, I surged to my feet and gave her another hard kiss.
Then I yanked down the comforter before ordering, “Get your sexy ass on the bed and spread those pretty thighs wide for me.”
Clara’s breath caught, and her lips parted.
Her eyes glazed with desire and a hint of sweet embarrassment at my explicit command.
I loved that after all the dirty things I’d done to her, and all the filthy words that had fallen from my mouth since the first time we’d fucked, she still blushed like a virgin.
She climbed onto my over-sized bed, scooting back until her head rested against the pillows.
Her chestnut hair was spread like silk across the sheets, her irresistible body bathed in the moonlight filtering through the slats between the blinds.
She was so damn gorgeous. My cock pulsed hard enough that it strained painfully against my zipper.
“Wider, baby,” I ordered roughly, already tearing off my own shirt and discarding it. “Let me see what’s mine.”
Her thighs parted, her knees falling open as she exposed herself to me completely. The sight nearly brought me to my knees—her perfect pussy glistening, flushed pink and inviting and framed by the smooth skin of her thighs.
“Good girl,” I rasped, my throat suddenly dry. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled my senses, making my mouth water and my dick throb with the overwhelming urge to bury itself inside her.
Clara stared at me, her eyes wide and needy as she devoured every inch of skin I revealed as I stripped off my jeans and boxer briefs. When I freed my fat cock, she let out a breathy, almost inaudible gasp.
Her gaze remained fixed on my shaft as I climbed onto the bed and moved over her slowly.
I savored the anticipation, the beauty of her flushed skin, and the heat radiating from her center.
My hands traced her curves, sliding upward to cup the heavy weight of her tits, my thumbs brushing roughly over her stiff, puckered nipples.
She arched into my touch, her pelvis lifting toward mine instinctively, silently pleading for more.
“Look at you.” My voice was husky as I leaned in to trail my mouth down the soft slope of her throat, tasting the rapid pulse beneath her skin.
“You’re fucking stunning, baby. So perfect in my big bed where you can open those pretty thighs as far as they’ll go.
Fuck, your wet little pussy is just waiting for my mouth. ”
She whimpered softly, her nails digging into my shoulders as my mouth moved lower, capturing one perfect nipple between my lips and sucking hard before scraping my teeth roughly across the sensitive flesh.
Clara writhed beneath me, her breath coming in sharp, needy pants, and her body shaking as she rocked, seeking friction.
“Be still.”
I gave her a soft kiss in reward when she did as I asked.
Then I took my time, lavishing attention on her tits before dragging my mouth lower still.
I pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses down the gentle curve of her stomach, already picturing it round with my baby.
“Gonna bury my come so deep inside you there’ll be no way it doesn’t take. ”
My fingers gripped her hips firmly, holding her still as I moved to settle between her legs. Her scent intensified, making my cock leak as I stared hungrily at her glistening pussy, already soaked and ready.
My gaze locked with hers as I hovered above her core, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “Your pussy is perfect, baby. So fucking pink and hungry for my tongue.”
I didn’t waste another fucking second. Lowering my head, I pressed my mouth to her drenched pussy, savoring her sweet, intoxicating taste on my tongue.
She moaned, arching up instinctively, desperate for more friction, but I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her firmly in place against the mattress.
Her thighs trembled, spreading wider as I licked deep, circling her clit before diving lower to plunge my tongue inside her tight, swollen entrance. Her hips rocked against my mouth, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps.