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Aisling

M y pussy throbs as he steps back, admiring his work, admiring me. He never asked, but he didn’t have to.

In the couple of days I have known this man, he has completely turned my world upside down. And lets be honest, he had me tasting colors a couple minutes ago so at this point I’d be down to do abso-fucking-lutely whatever he wanted.

“Lie down flat.”

His voice brings me back to the scene laid out in front of me. Dimmed LED lights and the way his black couch feels so soft on my naked body.

I follow his commands, my heart racing at the thoughts of what he plans to do next. He places one knee on the couch, leaning his weight into it. His fingers brush my center, causing bolts of electricity to climb up my spine.

His thick cock stands at attention, the tip glistening with precum. He’s bigger than any of the men I’ve fucked before and my mouth waters in anticipation.

My eyes catch something else glimmering in the light, a piercing. It lies vertically, right through the head’s ridge. My eyes widen, and I can feel my pussy pulsating in excitement.

“Still so wet for me, baby. I don’t even need to get you ready.” He smiles down at me, and my heart skips a beat.

I need his approval like I need air, and no matter how toxic that may sound, I would do anything to have it.

I spread my legs wider, allowing him more room, an invitation.

He stalks forward, hi s

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters so low I can barely hear it. “You ready, gorgeous?”

I hold my breath.

He places his hand on my ankle, guiding it up toward his shoulder, and my mouth goes dry. A pool of desire spreads through my center, and every nerve in my body is on fire.

Waiting for him.

“I need to hear you say it for me, baby girl. Tell me you want it,” he says as he lines himself up at my entrance.

Well, fuck me.

Insert that meme of ‘the girl was too stunned to speak’ here, please, because I’m no longer thinking I’m going to make it out of this in one piece.

Focus, A. He’s literally about to fuck you until you can’t move. Say something!

My internal dialogue is screaming at me, but my mouth refuses to listen .

Fuck it.

“Please…”

The word slips from my lips, soft and sinful, exactly how he wanted to hear it. My body shifts as I raise my tied arms above my head, allowing him an even better view of my breasts.

My voice doesn’t sound like mine; it’s lower, silkier, touched with something I don’t understand. Despite the chaos erupting in my mind, I hold his gaze, heat blooming in my cheeks, my stomach, everywhere.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he growls, voice dripping with desire as he plunges into me, completely burying himself.

After the initial shock wears off, my body adjusts to accommodate his length. Pain starts to melt into pleasure after each stroke he gives me.

“Yes, please, sir,” I let out in a breathy, low moan.

Narrowing his eyes, he smirks at me before reaching around the outside of my thighs, lifting me to allow himself even more access before he drives himself into me again and again.

Our gazes lock, and in that moment, it’s just us, the musky smell of sex in the air, our sweat-coated skin, and each other. Nothing else exists, and it doesn’t need to.

I’m his and he is mine .

I scream out into the ether as he coaxes every bit of release from me. Waves of pleasure crash over me like a ship at sea during a tidal wave.

I feel him twitch inside me as he releases a grunt.

“Fuckk... Aisling,” he whimpers roughly, a soft moan following not far behind.

Did he just…? Fuck yeah !

I mentally reward myself with a gold star sticker because damn that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever heard.

He pulls out of me and grabs my hips, flipping me over so I’m doggy style over the back of the couch, my back arching at the perfect angle.

His hands slide up the back of my thighs, rough and controlling, squeezing tightly just under my ass cheeks, making them jiggle just the smallest bit.

Throwing my head over my shoulders, I catch a glimpse of him, eyes full of hunger, biting his lip like he’s debating where he should begin. I watch as he leans down, disappearing from my sight.

His hands glide up the back of my legs slowly, dangerously, before spreading me apart. I suck in a short breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I feel his warm, hot tongue press against my tight ring.

“Breathe, baby,” he mumbles into me, and my body relaxes into the feel of his mouth.

Pressing his tongue flat against my back entrance, he strokes and sucks with expert precision. Heat pools in my stomach, spreading through my body like lava as he dips his tongue deeper. My voice breaks, strangled cries and moans escaping with each wet lick.

Without warning, he moves his hand between my thighs, positioning it against my clit, rubbing in circles, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from my body. My breath hitches as pressure begins to build somewhere deep in me.

“Come for me, nightmare.”

And I do.

Shockwaves burst through my body as I tumble over the edge, completely weightless. My vision blurs, eyes rolling back, and my mouth opens to the Gods.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”

His words wrap around me, but I’m so lost in ecstasy, I can’t tell where I end and he begins.

“Give me everything.”

Arching my back, the final bursts of pleasure shoot through me, turning into pulsating tremors. I feel the last bit of release about to spill out of me, but Ronan’s hot, wet mouth latches on, sucking out every drop of our combined cum.

My body collapses onto his couch, completely exhausted and blissed out.

“Thank you,” I whisper, unsure if it even reached his ears.

My eyes flutter, the darkness around me blurring, and then it all goes black.