Page 10 of Ronan

What?

My heart hammers wildly as I sit there with his cock in my mouth, warm and sticky and mine. Can I do this? Can I let him in?

... yeah, I fucking can. One orgasm wasn’t enough for either of us, and this might be my chance to see his face, to get his real name, to move away from this whole anonymous thing and maybe get to keep him afterward.

I want far more than he can give me with a mask on, and there’s only one way to prove to him I deserve it.

Standing up, I unlock my stall door and exhale slowly. “I’m yours, Daddy. Come get me.”

The loud bang of his door slamming open makes me flinch, but that’s nothing compared to what my stomach does as he pushes his way inside with me.

He’s in black jeans and a black hoodie, his skull mask covering the lower half of his face, and he’s so much taller than me I feel my thighs clench. He could bend me in half.

“Close your eyes.”

He ties something over the top half of my face, and the fact that one of my senses is completely taken away has actual fear licking its way up my spine.

And then he kisses me.

It’s such a shock that my entire body feels it. My chest flutters, lightning shoots down my limbs, my clit throbs, and I nearly fall backward, but he catches me.

It’s the kind of first kiss that you believe only exists in movies until you experience it for yourself, and the movies still get it wrong. It’s better.

“Oh my god,” I whisper breathlessly, staring up at him blindly and wishing I could see his face. “Do that again.”

“Mine,” he growls, repeating that kiss with the same passion, and then he licks into my mouth like an animal. “God, I’ve wanted that for so long. I need to taste you. ”

He pins me back and drops down in front of me before I can process his words, and then he’s sucking my clit between his teeth.

My hands reach forward out of instinct and tangle in his soft hair, but his tongue steals my ability to speak before I can remind him we’ve only been talking for a couple of days. Right now, it feels like I’ve known him forever. Right now, it feels like he’s craved me for a lifetime.

“Oh my god,” I moan. “You—”

Tossing one leg over his shoulder, his left hand slides its way toward my pussy, the other with a vise grip on my ass to keep me still, and then he eats me like he’s starved.

His hands are busy. I could pull this blindfold off and see him — really see him — right now if I wanted to.

But I don’t.

I haven’t even let myself think about it until right now, but from what I can see of his face, he could be Ronan’s twin.

Their hair, the shape of their eyes, even their eyebrows are the same.

I think it’s what drew me to Nightbreed in the first place, and now he’s on his knees in front of me sucking my clit.

Ronan.

Nightbreed .

Forbidden.

Unknown.

So fuck me if I picture him just a little.

“So good, Daddy,” I whisper, ignoring the faint sounds of footsteps outside. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Those fingers curl, hitting that spot inside of me that has me moaning too loud, but his grip on me is firm. “Come on my tongue so my cock can slide right in this dripping cunt.”

When he licks up my pussy and flicks his tongue on my clit I picture Ronan and nearly squirt all over Nightbreed’s face. The orgasm shakes me so hard that it leaves me panting, trembling.

“Good girl,” he praises, nipping my inner thigh as he stands, and then he lifts me up by my legs to straddle him.

He licks my lips, my jaw, my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as his cock presses against my pussy and he ruts himself inside.

I’ve never felt so wanted in my life.

But I was right, that dildo doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. Gasping, my nails dig into his back as he drives himself deeper and stretches me open, raw for the first time in my life .

“Oh fuck,” he breathes, his body trembling as he bottoms out, and for a moment he just sits there and kisses me once again. Slower this time.

I melt into it, feeling the frenzy fade away as I get lost in that kiss, in the way it feels to be full.

When he finally breaks it, his forehead rests against mine.

“Wow,” I whisper. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

Slowly, he pulls out and pushes all the way back inside, a moan leaving him that rivals my own.

“How do you kiss like that? I’m suddenly jealous of every girl you practiced on.”

Night huffs a laugh. “I’m jealous of every guy that touched you before me, so we’re even.” He grinds into me again. “And I’ve never kissed anyone like this. You’re my fantasy come true.”

One day, I’ll have to thank Emma for convincing me to comment. I never expected this, but even if it all falls apart later, I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now getting railed in some seedy truck stop bathroom.

It sucks that I can’t see him at all anymore, but I swear that just heightens it. Every time his lips ghost against my skin, his teeth sink in, he moves a little different, it feeds a fire inside of me that has been dormant for a long time.

“So use me, Daddy. Take your fill.”

Feeling him groan against my throat is everything I was missing, but it’s the filthy words he’s whispering just for me that might be my undoing.

“Take me so well, baby girl. I’ve got you right where I want you, and I’m not letting you go until my cum is leaking out of your tight little cunt.

Nothing can stop me from breeding you now. ”

I could safeword, but why? I want this. “Good. I want you, all of you. I want to walk out of here with your cum dripping down my thighs and your teeth marks on my skin.”

He bites my neck in response, sucking a mark there that will surely stay with me for days to come and the action sends me over the ledge. “That’s it, baby. I can feel you dripping down my cock. This pussy was made to be ruined by me, wasn’t it?”

So it seems. I’ve never had more than two orgasms in one session before, and I’m realizing that if I tip my hips forward just a little, my clit grinds against his piercing. Three might just be the beginning .

“Not just my pussy, Daddy. I’m wearing the plug you gave me too.”

He immediately reaches back to feel it, our moans dancing between us at the contact. “Fuck, Atley.”

He fucks me harder, his cock throbbing inside of me, pushing the plug deeper until the only sound I can make is more of a whimper than a moan.

But fuck, it feels good.

“Right there,” I gasp out. “Oh god, don’t... don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. For the first time a man actually listens to me and keeps the exact pace my body is yearning for as his teeth nip their way along my jaw, and when his lips meet mine again, I think I fall in love.

No one has ever cared about my pleasure like this before. This orgasm leaves me shaking in his arms, my whole body trembling with need and satisfaction. “Breed me,” I whisper. “Come inside me, Daddy.”

“Atley,” he groans, fingers digging into my skin so deep I know I’ll have marks for days to come, and when his cock begins to pulse inside of me it takes everything not to rip the blindfold off and watch. “Fuck... coming. ”

Night buries himself inside of me, and I actually start to believe that he’s never done this before. Men lie about shit like that constantly, but this feels raw and new, even for him.

If it is a lie, I’d rather keep believing it.

Tipping my head back against the wall, I let out a breathy, sated laugh. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, his lips peppering kisses across my face like he can’t stop himself. “My cum is inside of you.”

It’s such a low whisper I don’t know if he meant to say it out loud, and I also might’ve hallucinated it — he sounded exactly like Ronan.

I think I’m mixing fantasies a little too much here.

“I can feel it,” I admit. “I can feel you.”

His head falls to my shoulder, his hips still pressing into me so his cock stays sheathed, and his sigh sounds almost relieved. “Keep me in there. Don’t shower tonight, baby girl.”

Yeah, okay. As hot as that sounds in theory, I can’t imagine what it would feel like to not shower.

In an effort to not ruin his fantasy, I nod. “I won’t. ”

“Mmhm,” he hums into my ear, the deep timbre making me shiver. “Promise me.”

Fuck. Oh well, it’s not like he’ll know. “I promise, Daddy.”

“My perfect girl,” he praises. “Do you know how badly I want to steal you away and keep you for myself right now?”

That should be flattering, but really it’s a little scary.

He is still a stranger, after all. A stranger who won’t show me his face, tell me his real name, or reveal anything personal about himself at all beyond what candy he likes and that he’s left handed.

Not much to give a police officer if this goes sideways.

I need to get out of here, I think.

Smiling as softly as I can, I lean in and end up kissing the side of his nose instead of his lips. Fucking blindfold. “Maybe one day you can do that. For now, we should probably leave before we get caught.”

I feel him nod, but even without being able to see, I know he doesn’t want to. I feel it in the curl of his fingers, the pulse of his cock, the growl in his throat.

But even with all that, he knows I’m right.

Feeling him slide out of me is strange, but as my feet hit the ground again, I feel more centered. “How do you want to do this? Do you want me to keep the blindfold on until you leave, or do you want to go into the other stall, I’ll take it off and toss it over to you and leave first?”

His mouth presses against mine the second I finish my question, that skilled tongue working its way inside for yet another heated kiss, and then all contact disappears.

“Take off the mask.”

My stomach flips violently as I brace myself to see him for the first time, but as I pull the blindfold off, I’m disappointed.

His skull mask is firmly back on his face. Handing the fabric back to him, I reach up to fix my hair. “Thanks for that.”

He’s staring at me so intensely, I feel frozen to the spot. “Anytime. Thank you for coming and making my fantasy come true. Are you okay to drive home?”

Nodding quickly, I fix my dress. “I’ll be fine, it’s not a far drive. I think I’ll take the plug out first though,” I tease. “The drive here was... uncomfortable.”

“Thanks for wearing it. It was a nice surprise, but I needed to come inside your pussy. I’ll take your ass next time.”

His hand flies out to grip my throat, tugging me in close so he can press his forehead to mine, and for a moment we just breathe together before he tentatively steps away. “I’ll step out, but I won’t leave until you’re safely driving away.”

“Thank you.” My hand reaches out futilely as he turns to walk away, so I give myself a few minutes to breathe before following him out.

The sun is setting now as I walk back to my car, and I try to catch a glimpse of him or his borrowed motorcycle but come up short.

Wherever he is, he’s hiding well, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Not yet, anyway.