I’m still riding my orgasm when a sharp slap hits my pussy. I shriek, my eyes fluttering open. I stare, incredulous, as Ronan’s face emerges from between my legs.
“Why…why did you do that?” I pant through my pain mixed with agonising pleasure.
“Don’t hide your screams again or it won’t just be my palm against your cunt. Let’s try again, and this time, scream.”
He yanks my legs apart, stretching me wide before his lips go back to my swollen clit. He doesn’t even bother with taking it slow. It could be because I’ve never been so turned on in my life, or it could be because of his maddeningly fast pace.
It could be both.
This time, the wave hits me harder and much quicker.
I scream, my head rolling back and my eyes fluttering closed. “Ronan…oh, Ronan...”
“That’s right. Me.” He nips on my tortured clit. “Just me.”
I writhe on the bed, my nails digging into the sheet, unable to keep quiet or still. He’s turning me into someone even I don’t recognise.
“Ronan…”
“What do you want, belle?” He speaks against me, the vibration of his voice turning me delirious. “Maybe you’ll get inspiration after another orgasm.” He licks me from the top to the bottom of my slit, and I shiver. “I still can’t get my fill of you.”
“I-I’m…I’m…”
“What?”
“S-sore.”
“So?” He emerges from between my legs and suggestively licks his lips.
The fact that he’s licking me off him should be repulsive, but it isn’t.
Shit, why isn’t it?
“You know, it should stop me. It did in the past. I don’t make girls sore — I make fucking love to them, but not with you, belle. I want to fuck you like a dirty little whore.”
The words should offend me, but they’re making me wet. Why do I love the sound of that on his lips.
“You like being mine to use.” He grips my thigh tighter. “Don’t you?”
He climbs on top of me, flicking my tormented nipple on the way before he grabs me, pulls me up so I’m sitting up halfway, and slams his lips to mine.
Unlike the other time, he doesn’t stop to take it slow. He invades me, conquers me, and most of all, he tastes of me: slightly sweet, a lot dirty.
I never kissed before. I liked to get it over with, and kissing got in the way of that. Any form of intimacy did.
The fact that I can’t get enough of Ronan’s kiss should be alarming — and it is. I just can’t seem to get enough.
There’s not enough kissing, not enough touching.
There’s simply not enough.
I’m starved for more.
So much more.
“You taste like fucking sin.” He breathes against me. “But do you know what will taste better?”
I shake my head, barely able to focus.
“My cum down your throat.”
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“My cum down your throat.”
I must be out of my mind, because the moment he says those words, I nearly moan.
It could be because I hardly cared about right or wrong before. It could be because I hoped for this somehow.
Either way, his words ignite a fierce tendril of desire within me.
Ronan grabs me by the arm and swings me over so I fall in front of the bed. Just like he kneeled to eat me out, I’m now on my knees, my nipples throbbing, my pussy aching, and my flimsy skirt is still around my waist, ruined by his fingers and my own arousal.
He slides to the edge of the bed and swings up to a standing position, towering over me like a god.
A death god.
I see it now, his name — the reason he’s nicknamed Death. It’s not because of his playing or any of that. It’s the way he finishes lives without making a sound.
He’s discreet but ruthless.
Appears loveable but is actually domineering.
Death.
And he’s now after me. I’m his next target, and for some reason, I think he’ll never let me go or be finished with me.
“Remember the blowjob you ruined today?” He raises an eyebrow.
I scowl up at him, not wanting to recall how that girl was in the same position I’m in now, on her knees, with no purpose but to please him.
No. I’m not her.
I’m no one’s replacement. I’m me, and Ronan is lucky. He’s damn lucky he gets me on my knees for him.
I’m only doing this because he already dropped to his knees for me not two minutes ago.
If you offer a god a sacrifice, he’ll let you go.
I don’t know why those words pop into my mind, but now that they’re there, I can’t get rid of them.
Besides, it’s not a sacrifice. If it’s that then I need to give up something valuable, but I’m not.
If anything…something is pushing me to do this.
“Did you get turned on while she was undressing me, ready to take my cum?” He grabs my chin, lifting my head up. “Or were you angry because it wasn’t you?”
I leave my lips in a line, refusing to answer him. He won’t get to me, and he sure as hell won’t get me to admit what I felt then, not when I don’t even like admitting it to myself.
“Unbutton me, belle. Make it good.”
“And if I don’t want to?” I whisper the question.
“Then I might tie you down.”
My eyes widen. “No. You read my file — it’s my hard no.”
“Then start unbuttoning.”
I stare at him for one second.
Two.
Three.
He reaches for me. “We’ll go with my plan.”
“I’ll do it.” My voice quivers as my shaking fingers undo his belt then the button of his trousers.
The fact that he plans and will go through with his threats pushes me into a different state of mind.
It’s like going through a dark forest, but instead of being afraid of its ghosts, I’m slightly eager to meet them, see them.
Touch them.
He releases my chin and strokes my hair out of my face — to get a better view of me, I suppose.
I pause once his trousers slide down his muscular thighs and pool around his legs. He remains in dark blue boxers that mould around his tight skin. I’ve seen his thighs before at games and in his extravagant selfies, but it’s the first time I want them on me. I don’t care how, but I want those thighs to crush me between them, to find out if they’re as strong as they look.
“Pull my dick out.” His voice wrenches me out of my fucked-up thoughts.
I will my fingers to stop trembling as I do just that.
Oh, God.
Ronan always — always — brags about how big he is, and I kind of hoped it was because he had some sort of a complex issue and was trying to hide his dick’s true size.
Well, the evidence is right in front of me.
He’s big, so big a shiver of fear goes through me. I’m no virgin, but this thing will hurt.
It’ll hurt so much.
Why the hell are my thighs clenching at the thought?
“I-I’ve never given a blowjob.” I don’t know why I say it, but I want it out there.