“You want to come, Clara?” My voice was rough with my own need as I watched her face twist with the exquisite torment I was causing.
“Please,” she begged.
“Then tell me again, and I’ll let you come. Want to watch it drip out while you tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she cried out desperately, her eyes flying open to lock onto mine, wild and pleading. “Only yours.”
“Good girl,” I praised, watching her hips jerk as my fingers pumped deep and relentless while I circled her clit with precise, merciless strokes. “Now fucking come for me, Clara. I want you screaming so loud there’s not a single fucking doubt in your head about who you belong to.”
She shattered, crying out my name as her body convulsed around my fingers, her release spilling hot and wet against my hand. “That’s my girl. Let me hear you.”
My thumb increased pressure on her clit, pushing her even higher. I watched as her juices slid down my hand and onto the sheets in proof of how thoroughly she belonged to me.
But I didn’t give her a chance to come down. The second her body started to soften, I moved my hand away and replaced it with my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her. My tongue slid through her slick folds, gathering every drop I’d just pulled out of her, savoring the taste because it was fucking addictive. She was still shaking and sensitive, her hips jerking when I licked into her again. Slower this time, deeper, not letting her catch her breath.
“Ronan—” she gasped, her voice wrecked, her hands immediately tangling in my hair, trying to hold me there and push me away at the same time.
I ignored both, flattening my tongue before dragging it up through her center, from bottom to top. Then I did it again harder, loving how her thighs tightened around my head, the way her body reacted before her brain could catch up. She was so fucking responsive, every nerve lit up, each movement pulling another sound out of her that went straight to my cock.
“Still so fucking wet. Gonna give me another one, baby?”
Her answer was a broken whimper, her lower body lifting off the bed, chasing another orgasm even though she was still coming down from the last one.
I braced my hands on her thighs and forced her back down, holding her there as I took what I wanted, my grip firm enough to remind her who was in control. Then I wrapped my lips around her clit, dragging the sensitive nub into my mouth while my tongue flicked against it in short, punishing strokes. She cried out, her body jerking violently beneath me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, not giving her a fucking inch of mercy as I worked her again, pushing her right back up that edge she hadn’t even recovered from yet.
Her thighs trembled around me, her hands painfully clutching my hair as she tried to ground herself. But I didn’t let up, alternating between fervent strokes of my tongue and sharp, focused attention on her clit, quickly driving her higher.
“Please—” she choked out, her voice thin, frenzied, and completely gone for me.
I didn’t slow down. Didn’t ease off. I wanted her completely fucking undone. “You’re so fucking tight when you’re about to come, baby. Love how it feels. So damn perfect.”
After sucking her clit harder, my tongue stabbed back inside her, and I felt the way she was right there again.
“Come all over my face, baby. Want that sweet little pussy gushing.”
She screamed again, and her body bowed sharply off the mattress as another orgasm ripped through her with even more intensity than the first. Clara’s fingers dug hard into my scalp, holding me to her pussy as she writhed, her hips rolling hungrily against my mouth. Her slick juices coated my lips and chin, and I groaned at how fucking good she tasted.
But I wasn’t done. Before she’d fully come down, I slid two thick fingers into her silky heat, working them in deep andhooking to press against that sweet spot inside her, relentless and unyielding. I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit, swirling and sucking mercilessly.
She bucked hard against my hold, a strangled cry breaking from her lips. “No, I can’t—Ronan! I can’t?—!”
I scowled, tightening my grip to keep her in place, spreading her wider and feasting on her while she whimpered helplessly. “You damn well can, baby. You’re gonna come again. And again. Until I say stop.”
Primal instinct urged me to make her come hard and repeatedly, knowing exactly what it would do to her body. The more orgasms I wrung from her, the softer and more open she’d be. The more receptive to my cock, my seed. The thought of filling her deep and watching my come leak out of her, knowing I could’ve planted my baby inside her, nearly made me lose my damn mind.
I drove my fingers faster, fucking her furiously with them as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, sweat glistening on her flushed skin as her entire body writhed beneath me. Her hands scrambled against the sheets, desperate for something to anchor her through the intensity of the pleasure that bordered on agony.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking beautifully. “Please, Ronan?—”
I paused just long enough to lift my head, my eyes locking with hers. “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch this time.”
Her chest heaved, her eyes wild and glassy as she fought to keep them open.
“Such a good girl,” I murmured in satisfaction.
My fingers drove in and pumped hard, curling to hit exactly the right spot as my thumb rubbed small circles over her clit. Her cries turned into a keening scream as she flew apart yet again, her pussy clamping around my fingers in rapid, pulsingspasms. My cock throbbed, precome leaking freely from the tip at the sight.
