We slipped away from the festival noise, up the back stairs to my apartment. The door barely clicked shut before he had me against it, his mouth crashing down on mine. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my fingers already tugging at his leather cut. It hit the floor with a soft thud before we kicked off our shoes. Then his hands slid under my shirt, cupping my breasts through my bra, his thumbs brushing my nipples until I whimpered into his mouth.
His hands drifted under my butt, and he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pointed toward the door to our left. “Bedroom.”
He carried me in and set me on the edge of the mattress, then stepped back just enough to strip. When he was bare, his thick dick curving up toward his stomach, my mouth went dry.
“Look at what you do to me, baby,” he rasped.
I couldn’t look away. He was beautiful in a brutal way—inked skin stretched over muscle, scars here and there, and his dick already leaking at the tip. My thighs pressed together instinctively.
He knelt between my legs, his hands sliding up to undo the button and zipper of my jeans. “Lift.”
I arched my back, and he peeled them off along with my panties in a slow drag. Then he whisked my sweatshirt over my head and made quick work of the clasp on the back of my lacy bra to uncover my breasts. It felt like his gaze ate me alive as he stared down at me.
“Fuck, Clara.” He spread my legs wider, his thumbs parting my pussy lips. “So wet for me already. Been thinking about tasting you for so damn long.”
Considering we’d only met a week ago, and I’d never done this before, it really hadn’t been that long. But I understood what he meant because it somehow felt like I’d waited my entire life for this moment.
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me. His tongue licked through my wetness from entrance to clit. I cried out, digging my fingers into his hair. He groaned against me, the vibration making me buck.
Gripping my hips to hold me in place, he ate me like he was starving. He sucked my clit, then dipped inside over and over until my hips were rolling against his face, chasing more.
“Ronan, please,” I gasped.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Ride my tongue, baby. Come all over my face before I fuck you.”
His dirty talk pushed me over the edge. I shattered with a cry, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure ripped through me, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. He didn’t stop until I was shaking, oversensitive, and boneless.
Rising over me, he caged me with his arms, his dick brushing my thigh. “You sure you’re ready for this? Once I take you, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine.”
I’d never done this before, but that didn’t stop me from reaching for him, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes. Please. I need you inside me.”
“Thank fuck.” He lined himself up, and the broad head nudged my entrance, stretching me slowly as he pushed in. The burn was intense, and I gasped.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re doing so good. Taking my cock like you were made for it.”
He sank deeper inch by inch, groaning low in his throat when he pushed through the proof of my innocence. “You saved this pussy for me?”
“Yes,” I panted, holding on tight.
A possessive gleam shone from his eyes. “Such a good girl.”
When he finally bottomed out, his hips flush to mine, he stilled and kissed the tears from my cheeks. “Let me know when you’re good, baby.”
I took a few deep breaths before wiggling my hips to test how it felt. When there was only the slightest sting of pain, I blinked up at him. “I think you can move now.”
“So tight,” he growled as his dick dragged against my inner walls. “Fucking perfect. This pussy’s mine now, Clara. All mine.”
He sank back inside with a slow, deep roll, letting me adjust. Every thrust of his dick lit me up inside. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging into his butt, urging him to go faster.
“More,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Greedy little thing.” His hips snapped forward hard enough that the bed creaked beneath us. “You feel that? That’s me claiming every inch of you. No one else gets this. Ever.”
I moaned, my head tipping back. “Yes, yours. Only yours.”
“That’s right.” He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle so he hit deeper. “Come on my cock again, baby. Squeeze me. Milk me dry while I fill you up.”
His hand slid between us, his thumb circling my clit in tight, perfect strokes. The dual sensation of his thick dick pounding and the friction on my clit sent me spiraling fast. “Ronan, I’m?—”
