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Ronan

S he stares back at me, a depraved little slut just begging to be fucked. She wants this as much as I do and fuck me, I’m so happy she does.

“Please fuck me, Ronan,” she whimpers.

And that’s all it takes.

I drop to my knees in front of the couch, then grab her hips before pulling her to the edge of the cushion.

“Have you ever had your pussy worshipped before, gorgeous?” I ask her, honestly curious, as I have her lift her butt so I can shimmy her bottoms off.

“N-No,” she whispers shyly, like she’s afraid to admit it.

How fucking cute .

“What a fucking loss for them, princess. I’m going to eat you until there’s not a single fucking drop left.” I lift my palm to her center, and she starts to grind into me.

“Such a needy little thing,” I groan, removing my hand from her core to place it on her ass, pulling her into me. I drop my head to her thighs, trailing kisses and bites along them.

“Exactly how I like you, baby girl. A desperate, dripping wet, little slut.”

I let out a deep chuckle, teasing her pussy with my breath. I can smell her tangy sweetness and I’m ready to dive in like it’s my last fucking meal.

I place a small kiss on her bare mound, just above her clit, and she lets out the sweetest moan. That sound triggers something deep inside me, and all I can think about is making sure those moans and my name are the only two things to fall from her luscious lips.

I flatten my tongue and lap at her, from bottom to top, savoring every flavor dancing in my mouth. She tastes like sin and sugar .

She bucks her hips into me, unable to control her need.

“Fuck Ronaannn,” she mewls, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

I suck at her clit, grinning to myself that I can make her feel like this, before I begin to flick my tongue against her sensitive nub.

“Oh Gods… I’m gonna–Fuck! Ronannn!”

She screams my name loud enough that I know the dead are turning over in their graves just to see what the commotion is about and that makes my cock twitch.

Those screams are mine .

She looks up at me with hooded eyes, fully blissed out, but I’m not done yet . Rising to my feet, I reach one arm behind my neck, grab my black tee, and yank it off before tossing it to the side. Her eyes widen as she takes in the intricate artwork covering my arms and chest, and I smirk at her.

“Like what you see, baby?” I raise an eyebrow as she reaches out to touch the patterns on my chest.

I stoop down a little lower, and her delicate fingers trace along the markings like she’s trying to memorize their path.

“Your tattoos, they’re breathtaking,” she whispers, motioning to my shoulders, so low that I can barely hear.

“I’m glad you think so. Let me show you how much better they look when your legs are thrown over them.”

She sucks in a breath the moment she hears my belt whip out from my pants. Hmm, my girl likes that sound. Noted .

“Put your hands out,” I order, and she obeys as I double it in my hand. I hold it there for a second, watching as her anticipation builds.

“Good girl,” I praise.

The sweet little whimpers she lets out, those are mine too.

I bend down to her ear, my voice low and commanding. “Stay still.”

She freezes instantly, and her breathing even stops. My little nightmare is such a good sub for me.

I reach down and wrap the belt around her wrists, pulling at the end. This isn’t a restraint, it’s a reminder of what I promised her.

She’s mine, whether in my dreams or my waking life. And when she looks up with her eyes full of wonder and excitement, that's when I know she sees it too.