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Ronan

M ine.

That’s what Calista is, and it’s without question. Even if it’s temporary with an expiration date, I’ll ruin us both with the time I’ve got.

Seeing all the marks she left on me solidified the fact that I could look at them without wanting to hurt the source. One act won’t magically fix everything, but it’s a start. I see her marks the same way I see my tattoos—like I need every part of me covered with her, and only her.

Calista is such a delicate thing, even if she wants to be treated as anything but that. As I force my tongue into her mouth, she gasps into mine and as if I were simply just going in for a flick of hers, she tries to close her lips to turn her head.

I grip her hair tighter and growl. “No, open up. Let me taste you.” I love how receptive she is and listens without pause. “Tongue out, baby girl.” As I step her back and her ass presses against the edge of the couch, she pokes her tongue out. I take it between my teeth before sucking on it.

As her eyes roll back, I crash our mouths together and it’s like I’ve flipped a switch—suddenly, she’s as fierce as I was a moment ago. That’s the fire I want in everything we do—a push and pull where she’ll always lose.

“I’m going to let you go,” I breathe against her lips. “Hands behind your back, and if they stray I will tie you up.” She thrusts her shoulders back, her arms now where I can’t see them.

“Good girl.”

She lets out the sexiest noise and leans in for another kiss, which I oblige to. If she’s good for me, then I will give her everything she wants.

My hands slide to the back of her thighs as I lift her, setting her down on the edge of the couch. She bites hard on my bottom lip, then I return the favor, biting and sucking hers into my mouth. I tear her silky nightwear up and over her head, then carefully drape it around her shoulders, letting the soft fabric rest there like a makeshift restraint. The material clings to her arms, keeping them gently pinned in place, leaving her exposed yet bound by the embrace of the silk.

Her chest is now bare to me, and although I’ve seen her breasts before, it’s like I’ve found the sea in the desert. I’m parched to taste, touch, and see it every second I can. This only reinforces the thought that I could lock us away in this cabin, close the gates, and never let anyone else in. To have her walk naked for me so I can appreciate her perfection and have it all to myself until the day I die.

With one hand pressed against the center of her back, I grab hold of her breast and pinch her peachy pierced nipple. Taking the balls of the bar, I spin it, and she gasps. Her legs that are spread so that our hips are pressed together, squeeze me in a vice-like grip, begging me to not step away.

Her head falls back, and I lean into her neck, rubbing my nose down to her collar where I wrap my lips around to suck. I’m going to mark her so that whoever sees her, including herself, is reminded that she belongs to me.

I pull her skin into my mouth, biting down and feeling her body tense under me. I groan and repeat the action down until I’m at the top of her breast, her panting intensifying as she begins to use her feet to drag me closer to her.

I tut. “So needy.” Her hips roll, and with my cock pressed against my boxers, she can get some of that friction she’s been so desperate for.

Leaning her back, I take her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue against it as it hardens further. I forget that I even have my tongue pierced because of the plastic barbell, and it being clear. Prison doesn’t take too kindly to them, but I wasn’t going to lose it—I quite enjoy it, and I know she will too. I’ll have to get a metal one for her pretty clit.

“Ah—Ronan, that’s it.” Goddamn it, she sounds incredible.

I suck harder, pulling on her own piercing causing her to shudder under me. The goosebumps that I feel under my grip, make me grin.

Shifting my hands to her hips, I pull her roughly to me, my cock meeting her clothed slit. “Will you be my good slut and keep your hands behind your back while I tongue-fuck you?”

My head tilts as she looks down at me, her lips are parted as she pants. Her cheeks are stained a gorgeous rose, and as she blinks slowly, she asks, “What happens if I’m bad?”

“You’ll be punished.” My fingers hook beneath her underwear and slowly drag them down her thighs. I step back, only to allow for me to take them all the way off.

She presses her lips hard together, and when she releases them, they pull apart slowly. “It’s worth the pain.”

I still need to teach her my pain will only come in the form of pleasure and denial. I’ll never hit her in any place she doesn’t want, but what I do not want, is this to end because I can’t overcome her touch. Because I care about her, I’d leave before letting any violence spill into the places it doesn’t belong.

Sucking in a sharp breath through my nose, I open her legs wider, my thumbs pressing into her thighs, slowly drawing closer to her pussy.

“If you feel a desire to touch me, baby girl, grab my hair. If you stray, I’ll fist your cunt.”

She slowly moves one hand around to her front and lifts it to the top of my head. I don’t have a lot to grab as I keep it cut pretty short, but I’m sure she’ll make do. When her fingers brush against my scalp and back through my hair, a chill runs through my body. It’s a great feeling that elicits nothing but desire and lust.

Dropping down to my knees, I use my thumbs to spread her glistening pussy open for me. I immediately see metal, a vertical clitoral hood piercing, and I now understand her need for friction.

“Your appearance screams innocent, but you are anything but.” I draw my thumb up and flick it, her grip on my hair tightening as she moans. Her foot comes to my shoulder, and I lean in, drawing my lips across her clit to the metal hook that I know when she moves just the right way, it flicks her pouty bud. “Just like your mouth is a liar, your facade is, too.”

“Ronan, I—” I cut her off by sucking in her piercing into my mouth, before opening up and flattening my tongue across her bundle of nerves.

Her hips thrust forward, and it isn’t just her that makes sounds of pleasure. The moment her taste hits me, I am wrapping my arms under her legs and smothering my face into her.

There’s no artificial flavoring to her arousal, and the natural salt that hints with fresh water and the slightest bit of sweetness, makes me an instant addict. My lips wrap around her clit, keeping it in my grasp as I suck. Another hand finds its place right on my head, and I’m so into her sounds and taste I can’t think of anything more than wanting her to come all over my face.

Normally I’d want her to sit, as my face commands, but I’m too impatient. Jesus, I had only planned to stare at her greedy pussy to fluster her, but the moment I saw it I had to have a taste. I want her—right now, anytime, anywhere—no matter where the fuck we are.

I shift down, just so I can slide my tongue into her cunt. It surprises her, and she clenches around me. When I raise my gaze, her head is thrown back, her chest rising and falling as if she is incapable of catching her breath.

She’s tight, surprising when she’s got something like Big Bertha. Either way, I’m glad I’ll be molding her cunt to me.

Removing my tongue, I slide my fingers up between her soaked slit and press two of them into her. “You’re going to ride my fingers until you come for me, baby girl. I want to watch you swallow them like you are going to do to my cock.”

I move her foot to the back of the couch, then take one of her hands and place it over her clit. “Play with yourself, let me watch you come undone.”

Pushing my fingers in, passing my first set of knuckles until my second threatens to breach, I hold them in. “Such a needy cunt you have. Now give yourself what you want. Come like you’ve been so desperate to do.”

“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” She repeats over and over, using the leverage she has on me and the couch to roll her hips. Watching as her pussy takes my fingers, swallowing and coating them with her cum, has a thunderous growl rolling from my chest that accompanies my heady need for her.

“That’s it, Cal, you’re doing so fucking good.”

Her fingers swipe across her clit, and when she lifts slightly off the couch, I take the opportunity to slip another finger inside of her. My free hand spreads out her leg as I watch how glorious her body reacts to me watching. Her muscles go in and out of tension, the soft goosebumps crawling down her arms and legs. It's all reacting to me seeing her come undone.

When she throws her head back, and her hand begins to shake, she’s screaming through dreamy moans that have me leaking in my boxers. I am going to fuck this pretty cunt and fill her so full she will feel me for days—no, weeks, months, years; or however long that I have.

“Does my girl want to come?”

Her head nods frantically.

“Words, Calista, use your fucking words.”

“Yes! Please, Daddy, please—I can’t—I can’t!” Curling my fingers inside of her and brushing them against the soft spot has her patting against her clit and tumbling over the cliff. Her movements shift from fluid to frantic, and she tightens her grip on my hair to keep herself steady.

“ Fuuuuck, baby, that’s it.” As she climaxes all over my hand, she moves her own to keep herself up and not fall back. Even as her hips stop, my fingers do slow pumps in and out of her, drawing out the rest of her orgasm.

Her mouth is wide open as she fights not to pull away.

“ Ronan .” Her tone is dreamy and holy fuck, I will spend every second making her come to elicit more of it.

I draw my fingers out of her and slide them directly into my mouth. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I groan. It feels like it was crafted just for me. The very sustenance I’ve been craving. Like water to dry soil, without it, I’ll wither, becoming nothing more than dust scattered by the wind.

I'm beginning to think she was made for me in every way. As her hands shift, I wait, ready to command her to place them behind her back—but I don’t need to. She leans forward, pulls her shoulders back, and slides her hands behind herself without a word from me.

The moment I’m going to praise her, she opens her mouth and pokes her tongue out.

Fucking Christ, I’m done for.

“My slut wants to taste herself?”

“Please,” she says breathlessly.

I bring my tongue down to her cunt and collect her cum into my mouth, which elicits her legs to twitch along with sultry music from her lips. It surprisingly takes great effort to not keep eating her out, because damn why does she taste so good?

When I come to stand, I grab her cheeks to angle her up and spit what I’ve taken onto her tongue. It rolls back and she swallows it before I slam my mouth against hers. I need more, and I’m determined to have it.

Calista is mine.

All mine.