Her hips jerk, but I grip her thigh to hold her in place, fucking her with my fingers until her legs shake and she’s practically sobbing with pleasure.
When her body finally goes limp, I slowly slide my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to my lips.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I suck on my fingers and groan at the sweet taste of her arousal.
Ciara’s eyes are wide as she watches me, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She looks fucking beautiful, and there’s no way in hell I’m ending this night any other way than buried deep inside her.
I release my hold on her wrists and bring her arms around my neck as she falls forward, resting her head against my shoulder. Then I move my hands to her ass and lift her off the counter.
“Put me down, Ronan,” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.
“I will.” I carry her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. “When we get to my bed.”
She pulls her head back to glare at me, but it only makes her look more beautiful, with her wild green eyes and her flushed skin.
“I don’t want to go to your room.”
"You think I give a damn which bed I take you to?” I dig my fingers harder into the soft flesh of her ass. “I own every mattress in this house, Ciara. They’re all mine, just like you."
She groans, and I smirk.
“But fine, I’ll happily fuck you inyourroom.”
If looks could kill, I’d be bleeding out on the floor, but Ciara’s anger only heats my blood as I carry her into her room and kick the door shut behind me.
She writhes in my arms as I take her to the bed, already anticipating what I’m going to do to her.
I toss her on the bed. “Take off your clothes.”
Her answering scowl as she looks up at me has me biting the inside of my cheek.
I love how feisty she is, even when she’s turned on. It only makes me more desperate to see the look on her face as I sink my cock inside her.
“You can act as pissed off as you like, princess, but it’s hard to believe you when you’re willingly taking your clothes off for me.” I smirk as she lifts her sweater over her head.
“Asshole.”
I stand at the edge of the bed, my arms folded across my chest as I watch her unclasp her bra. I’m so desperate to stroke my cock at the sight of her breasts and those perfect little nipples, but I refuse to touch myself until Ciara is completely bare for me.
One of us has to be in control, and I’ll be damned if it’s Ciara.
I watch with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she lies back on the bed and shimmies her skirt down over her thighs. Although, when I catch sight of her damp panties, I almost come in my pants.
“Panties too, baby.”
She scowls at me again but does as I say. Only when she’s lying naked before me do I begin to remove my own clothes.
Her pupils dilate as I strip off my shirt, then unbuckle my belt and pull it free.
“It’s funny how you always end up being the one who’s completely naked.” I climb onto the bed, dragging the belt slowly between my palms.
Her eyes widen at the sight of the belt in my hands, her breathing turning ragged as I move to straddle her naked body. “Some would think you were desperate for my cock.”
“You’re such an ass.” She raises her knee to push me away, but I catch her leg and twist her beneath me, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift movement.
She cries out as I grab both of her wrists and pin them behind her back with one hand.
“Watch your mouth, unless you’re asking me to punish you.” I grab the belt and wrap it around her wrists, making sure it’s tight enough that she can’t break free.
