He doesn’t waste any time sinking his entire length inside me.
I cry out as he stretches me, and Ronan’s eyes go wide as my inner walls clench around him.
“Fuck.” His hands move to grip my thighs. “You feel so good.”
“We’re meant to be talking,” I gasp as he slides his cock free.
“We are talking.” He slams back inside me in one brutal thrust. “You’re telling me how good it feels to have my cock buried inside you.”
“Ronan.”
“And in return, I’m telling you how fucking beautiful you look as you take my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan as he thrusts his hips even harder.
“I can keep talking if that’s what you want,Tine Bheag.” Ronan reaches down between us to start rubbing his thumb over my clit in slow, lazy circles.
I let out a frustrated moan as I try to move my hips, but Ronan’s free hand is keeping me pinned to the desk. Once again, I find myself completely at his mercy.
“Is that a yes?”
“No,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I think you like being told how pretty you look with my cock inside that tight little pussy. Do you know how I know you like it, princess?”
“How?”
“Because I feel you getting even wetter for me. So, you can lie all you want, but your pussy gives you away every single time.”
“Asshole.”
Ronan’s eyes darken as he takes my clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinches the sensitive bud.
I cry out, my back bowing off the desk at the sharp rush of pleasure.
Ronan slams his cock inside me at the same time he pinches my clit again. The sensation is almost too much, and a sob starts to build in my throat.
“Give in to me, Ciara.” Ronan’s voice is thick with need.
I try to grip the edge of the desk to anchor myself, but it’s not enough. My body is completely out of my control, and the pleasure is so overwhelming that I can barely catch my breath.
“Ciara. Look at me.”
I blink and force my eyes to meet Ronan’s.
He slows down his pace and moves both of his warm hands to grip my hips, and for a moment, we both stare at each other. The only sound is that of his cock sliding in and out of my wetness and our heavy breathing.
“Give in to me,” he repeats as he continues to move inside me.
I know it’s no use. I can’t fight the pleasure any longer. So, I relax back against the desk and trail my hand down my torso.
“Fuck, yes, touch yourself, Ciara.”
I let out a moan as I reach between us to start rubbing my clit. It’s so sensitive and swollen that I barely need to apply any pressure.
“That’s my girl.” Ronan quickens his pace.
I moan as he grows even harder, which means he’s getting close.
