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Ronan

W atching her come on my hand will never get old. She’s beautiful at any given second but seeing her breathing escalate, body shake, and sweat cover her forehead while she comes undone, is the word perfection in human form.

I slide my fingers from inside of her as she begins to peel off my helmet. Both of her hands grab the back of my head when free and she crashes her lips to mine. My grip on her waist tightens as she eagerly forces her tongue into my mouth.

Groaning, I nip at her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. When I pull slightly away, she is panting and leaning in for more.

“Such a needy little slut, huh?”

Her elbows rest on my shoulders, fingers staying locked through my hair. “For you, yes. Your needy little slut.”

The growl that thrums from my throat seems to be reeling her in as close as possible. “Remember, I’m still clothed, baby girl, and I won’t have you dry humping me for your next orgasm.”

Placing my hands under her thighs, I stand and take her with me. I swing my leg around and step us back before dropping her legs. She lands steadily on her feet and immediately gets down onto her knees.

I grin as she begins to undo my pants. “So impatient. I do love how greedy you are for Daddy’s cock.” Bending at the hips, I grab hold of her braid and wrap it around my fist. She doesn’t stop until only my boxers are left, and once she reaches for them, I tear her head back.

Her hands immediately fall behind her, and I can see the pout ready to happen, but she bites that bottom lip of hers before it can form.

She hasn’t touched my dick with her hands. Her fingers have barely touched lower than my hip bones, and I know she wants to. I’m getting better thanks to her patience, but I hate to admit that no one has touched me there since I was nineteen.

It’s crazy how trauma can target specific parts of the brain, linking them to the worst possible experiences, even if you’re ready to try and heal. I can’t, and as I stare down at her, I wonder if that crazy bitch Samantha was right.

“You are the kind of heavy that isn’t worth carrying, Ronan.”

I’m seconds away from losing myself when Cal smiles at me. It’s that fucking devastating one that hits me just right and brings me back to her.

She’s told me she can see when I slip into the darkest corners of my mind, the ones I can never seem to escape. The part that latches onto my weakest fragments, whispering that I don’t deserve her, while fading the parts of me that want to move forward.

“I’ll be good, Daddy.” She puts her hands behind her back, and parts her lips.

I take a deep breath and release her braid, before stroking down her temple to her cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Dropping my boxers, I stand before grabbing my length and stroking it. Her tongue pokes out and she leans forward. “I love that filthy mouth of yours.” I tap the bottom of my cock against her lips, and she opens wide. Running my piercings against her tongue, I groan, grab tighter to her hair, and thrust my hips forward.

I may enjoy people watching, but the moment I ram into her mouth, everything fades and it’s just her. Releasing her braid, I thread my fingers to the back of her head but allow for her to bob her head. Feeling her lips tighten around me as she hallows out her cheeks to suck has me moaning and groaning.

“ Fuuuck. ” I put pressure behind her head, holding her down as her nose slowly comes closer to my groin. “Goddamn, the way you suck makes it like you can’t get enough. Isn’t that right?”

She muffles in an attempt to respond but just ends up gagging. Her throat closes around the head, and I nearly come.

Pulling her head back, she takes in a deep breath before attempting to lean back in. Drool draws a line down her to her chin, and I can’t stop grinning.

Falling down to my knees, I grab under her knees and yank. She falls onto her back, knocking the breath out of her. I don’t pause, taking her by the thighs to angle the head of my cock towards her cunt, and throw my hips forward.

A strangled scream exits her mouth, and I fall into rhythm, fucking what’s mine. I take her hands under her legs and pull as I thrust. Each inward motion is harder than the last, and watching her tits jerk with each one has my balls tightening.

“Ronan, oh my god!” I drop myself lower and pound against that soft spot inside I enjoy fucking with my fingers.

Releasing her hands, I grab her leg and turn her to her side, resting her calf against my chest and coming to straddle her opposite thigh. “Play with your nipples, Cal,” I say through my labored breathing. My palm moves to rest at her abdomen, my thumb flicking at her piercing and clit.

One of her hands moves to her tit, pinching and twisting her pierced nipple. Her back curves, which gives the perfect angle that my cross at the head of my cock can drag across the full length of her g-spot.

I begin to roll my thumb in a circle around her little bundle of nerves and she grasps ahold of my wrist. “A-Ah please, please, don’t stop!”

“That’s it, baby, come undone for me.” Just as she begins to come, I pinch on her clit and sheath myself fully inside of her to keep her completely full while she rides out her climax.

I allow her two deep breaths before spinning her onto her knees and pulling her up onto them while staying wrapped around her pussy. The butt plug is perfectly situated, but it’s time I show her the true pleasure of it.

Grabbing the hooks that wrap up her ass and toward her cunt, I slowly pull it out. Her entire body shakes as she tries to pull away. Leaning forward, I grab her thick braid, wrap it around my fist, and pull her back. “Where are you going?”

She sucks in a breath and whimpers, “N-Nowhere… it feels—” I then push it back in, and slowly back out. “O-Oh fuck, Ronan, w-wait—” She falls to her elbows and while I don’t release her hair, I lean slightly forward to keep her in my grip.

My hips begin moving, synchronizing with me fucking her ass with the plug.

“You want me to stop?” I keep her stable with the rough hold on her hair, but her hips are beginning to move wildly out of motion. She’s not retreating, but trying to match my movements with her own. “Looks like you’re a whore for having both your holes filled, baby girl. Tell me, do you like that?” I push the plug in, the lip of it causing her ass to pinch, just for me to pull it back out.

“Yes!” Her scream is loud, and if she hadn’t already drawn attention before, she had with that. “Daddy, please…”

“Tell me,” I croon. “Tell me how you like being filled by me and only me.” Pushing the plug in so it stays, I slap her ass once, twice, and then a third down her thigh.

Her scream mixes with a satisfied edge. It has me dragging my nails across her skin and fucking her harder.

“I love it when you fuck me.” Her words are strangled, and I can tell she’s coming close to another orgasm. I, too, can feel the warmth in my stomach spreading. “Only you, this pussy is only yours. Oh—Oh fuck!”

Leaning forward, I grab around her throat as she clenches around my cock. Her back hits my chest as I slip my opposite arm around her waist. “Cal.” I bite down onto her neck, up to her hairline, and tighten my grip on her neck. “Steady yourself on me. Don’t hesitate, just do it.”

The moment her hands grip my legs as I had commanded, a surge of fear and ecstasy has me moving my hips harder. Our skin slapping together, her moans accompanying my own, are all that I hear.

“Baby, I’m coming, please don’t stop!” Her voice is strangled, and I think maybe I’m holding her too tight, but I can’t let go. Instead, I move my hand to her clit and proceed to swipe and slap as she coughs out slews of sexy mewls while she comes.

I sink my teeth into her shoulder and bury myself as I succumb to my own release. With each pulse of my cum into her, I twitch and groan. As she begins to tremble, I release her throat and let her suck in a deep breath.

Her body slumps into mine after we both ride out our orgasm together. She hasn’t let go of my thighs, and I’m keeping my mind elsewhere. Touching her waist, drawing lines across her stomach to her breasts where I pinch and flick her nipples.

“So many people are looking at us,” she whispers, and turning her head over her shoulder to bury her face into my chest.

“I know.” I hadn’t looked to confirm that, but there was no way we hadn’t drawn some attention.

Her lips roll together as she tilts her head up. “I loved that.”

I shift to hold her cheek in my hand. “Good. We aren’t done but I’ll give you a break.” Her eyes round, as though surprised. “I brought s’mores to make, you know, for that romantic stuff I’m still learning to do.”

Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers. She moves one of her hands to rest on top of mine at her face. “Can a blanket fit in your bike?” she asks while pulling away ever so slightly.

“I’ve got something for us to sit on, but we stay naked.”

Her innocent laugh and toothy smile have my heart doing flips.

“Alright, deal.”

We sat here for hours, fucking between stints of silence. A few people came to talk with us, but I’m not the social one, thankfully she is. It never got to the point of them staying or trying to interject in our time. As much as I enjoy being watched, I’m possessive and can’t see anyone touching Cal that isn’t me.

I’ve become obsessed, more so than I ever thought imaginable. I don’t even have any desire to feel anything or anyone but her, and for someone with a fucked-up mindset on relationships as I do, that’s incredible.

Calista has flipped a switch and hasn’t allowed for me to turn it off. She woke up the part of my brain that wants to find a way to heal, not accept that I’m too far into my life to be worth fixing.

Worth carrying the weight for.

Maybe this is what love is meant to be. Taking each other for what they are. Accepting that it’s alright to be broken and working through the tough times to have these. Every person has their ‘hard’, their baggage, it’s just finding that person willing to choose yours over someone else’s.

I think I found that one, at least, I hope so. Heartbreak for losing my mom was one thing. I’m not entirely sure what would happen if I lost Cal.

That’s more terrifying than any touch could ever elicit.