10. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Ronan

" C 'mon, Ronan. No more blindfolds. It didn't exactly go great the last time," Skyla laughs bitterly, as I wrap the satin tie around her eyes before leading her inside the house.

Since it's not safe for her to be seen out with any of us, I decided to come to her today. I wanted us to be able to spend some time together, just the two of us. I know as the year stretches on, with more legacies beginning to be inducted, my life is about to get a million times more chaotic. Not to mention, my brother's calls about Annie that I've been dodging.

Alone time is difficult enough when your girlfriend has two other boyfriends, but I know that soon any time with Skyla will be few and far between, unfortunately.

We ascend the stairs easily, our footsteps echoing in the empty house. I texted Asher that I was going to come over today, nothing more, nothing less, and he responded with ‘K'. When I got here and saw one of his cars was missing, I assumed he took that as a ‘get lost.' Not how I intended it, but I'm happy with the result all the same.

He makes Skyla uncomfortable. Not that I could blame her. I think if I was in her position, I wouldn't want to look that man in the eye every day, let alone live with him. So, yeah, Asher can fuck off for the day.

When we finally make it to the top of the stairs, I push open her door before removing the tie. As soon as it's peeled from her face, that hesitant look fades away as her eyes roam around the room.

I lined the perimeter of her room with candles, all varying sizes, and rose petals covering the bed. It's cliché as fuck and something that fell straight out of a romance movie, but with the welling tears in her eyes, I'd say it was just corny enough.

"Ronan," she whispers brokenly.

I cup her face, looking down into those beautiful green eyes.

"You deserve a do-over of that night. You deserve to know what it feels like to be loved and cherished through the whole thing. I'm sure Liam and Vincent did a good job of helping replace the memories of that night, but let me take care of you, baby. Let me heal you."

She nods gently as I lean down, pressing my lips to hers as I cup her face tenderly. Our mouths move together gently, languidly, like we have all the time in the world. I want it to feel that way. I want to take my time with her.

Surprisingly, she's the one to advance things. She pushes against me, softly guiding us backwards until we're falling back onto the bed. I pin her to my chest, spinning us so that it's her back that lands against the mattress. Her eyes are wide and expressive, drowning with want and desire as I begin covering her body with kisses.

My fingers make quick work of her shirt and pants before peeling them down her legs. Piece by piece, I strip away every article of clothing on her body until she is laid before me bare, exposed, and looking like absolute perfection.

My lips trail up and down her thighs, my beard scraping against the sensitive skin gently before she lets out a breathy whimper.

"Ronan."

My eyes come to hers.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Touch me," she begs.

I don't have to ask for clarification, and I sure as fuck don't have to be told twice. I spread her pussy open, admiring how beautiful she is before running my tongue through her. She squirms at my touch before I slip a finger inside, pumping in and out of her a little bit more each time.

"Fuck, yes," she groans.

"Just like that, baby? You like it when daddy finger fucks you?"

Her head whips up at that, making eye contact with me as she moans and nods.

"I love daddy's fingers inside me."

My cock jumps at that. Fuck! She is so goddamn sexy, and she knows exactly what to say to get me so fucking riled up. I love that she has a little daddy kink, it makes my own desires feel validated, understood. It's not some sick game that people twist it into. It's about control, care, and love for my girl.

"Good girl," I rumble hoarsely. "Do you want daddy to eat your pretty little pussy?"

"Yes," she nods quickly, raising her hips and practically shoving her pussy into my face.

I don't waste another second, diving in face first, literally, as I grip her hip in my right hand while the other continues finger fucking her.

I'll never get over how fucking good she tastes. From that first time to now, she has ignited a hunger in me that will never be satiated. I'll always want more. More of her pussy, her mouth, her ass. More of her.

Flicking my tongue against her clit, I push her all the way to the edge before pulling back. She grumbles in displeasure before I do it again and again. Teasing her, edging her, turning her into a sloppy, needy, wanting mess.

"Ronan," she whines. "I want to come. Let me."

Pulling my mouth away from her pussy, I smirk.

"Oh you do? You want to come?"

"Yes," she snaps, sexual frustration clearly taking its hold on her.

I can't help but chuckle before I nod. Standing from my position, I lay down beside her on the bed.

"Come take daddy's cock out and suck it. If you do a good job, I might let you come."

I expect her to argue at that, but instead, she practically leaps for my pants, undoing my belt in record time before shoving the material down to my knees. Her warm, soft hand wraps around my shaft, moving up and down a few times before I feel her wet mouth around the tip.

Not able to hold back my groan, I let out a ragged breath as she takes me deeper, sucking me down her throat the way she's learned I love so fucking much. Winding my fist into her hair, I help guide her motions, keeping them even paced and steady until I'm ready to bust in her sweet little mouth.

"C'mere, baby. Come ride my face," I say. She quickly backs up to me, keeping her mouth on my cock before sitting on my face.

Good. Fucking. Girl.

I'm in fucking heaven. My hands rest on her ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly as I lick my tongue from her pussy to her ass. Every inch of her is fucking delectable. I could spend the rest of my life down here and never get bored.

She's teetering on the edge, so much that all it takes is a hard flick of my tongue against her clit to send her shattering apart. I feel her body spasm as her cum begins leaking down my tongue. I lap at her quickly, intent on not wasting a drop until there is nothing else to lick.

I feel her mouth continuing to suck me, but I don't want her mouth, I want her. Rolling us so that she is on her back again, I turn around and crawl between her legs. I shuck off my pants fully before lining the head of my cock up to her. Her pussy is glistening, and her legs are pulled back wide as I rest my hands on her upper thighs.

"Deep breath, baby," I say, as I begin pushing myself in.

She does as I say, but that doesn't stop her from making a pinched face at first. I take my movements slow, gently pulling out before pushing in a little deeper this time and the next. By my fourth thrust, the tension in her body has eased and she begins to sink into the mattress. Testing her limits, I push myself in all the way, my head actually spinning at how fucking tight she is. It's like I've been drugged with a lethal dose of ecstasy. I feel on the brink of absolution and destruction, all at once.

"Such a good girl, baby. Look how well you take me," I praise as I look between us, my thrusts still slow, as I admire how beautiful her pussy looks stretched for my cock.

"You're so damn thick," she groans, half in pleasure but with a hint of frustration.

"And you're so fucking tight. We're perfect for each other, baby."

"You're just now noticing?" she asks with a half-smile.

I grin at her, closing the distance between us as I press my lips to hers.

"I knew from the moment I met you, that you'd be mine," I say as I push into her all the way, allowing my tip to rub against her g-spot before I withdraw again.

"What I didn't know," I continue as I thrust. "was how meaningless and empty my life had been before you."

"Ronan," she laughs nervously. "You don't have to butter me up, I'm already fucking you."

I snap my hips hard, forcing her mouth to fall open into an o while her eyes come to me.

"Don't ever insinuate that I would ever tell you something or do something just to get you to sleep with me. Don't ever diminish what we have into something as trivial as casual fucking or a manipulative fuck. I'm not a man that says anything that I don't mean. If I don't mean something, I don't speak."

My thrusts aren't as aggressive as the last, but they are a little more punishing than before.

"And I love you, Skyla Parris. I love you so goddamn much it fucking hurts. I love you so much that if I ever lost you, I'd lose myself in the process. My soul would never stop searching for you, never stop craving you. You're my everything, baby. Never forget that."

Tears begin free falling from her eyes as her hands rest on my shoulders.

"I love you too. So much. I don't even remember what life was like before you. I don't even remember what it was like to breathe before you."

"You'll never have to live like that again. I'm here, baby. Always."

One of my hands slips between her thighs, thumb circling her clit in a way that has a shudder running through her.

"More," she begs.

"More, baby?" I ask as I continue the motion, quickening my pace slightly as my thrusts begin to match it.

"Yes. Oh my god! That feels so good. I need—"

Her words break away into a moan as I continue fucking her harder and harder.

"You need, baby? What do you need? Give me your words."

"I need to come. I want it. Please give it to me."

I begin circling my hips, rubbing myself against her in a motion that has her eyes flying open wide.

"Oh my god!"

"You gonna come for me?" I ask.

"Uh-huh," she nods shakily, her breathing becoming ragged.

"Good. Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel that tight little pussy squeeze the life out of me as you come."

"Oh my god," she says, her pussy pulsing at my words.

I can't help but grin.

"You like that? Tell me how bad you want daddy's cock. How bad you need it to make you come?"

"OH! I need it. I need it so bad. I just want daddy to make me come," she blabbers almost incoherently as her orgasm begins to take her over. "Oh my god, Ronan! Daddy! Fuck!" she screams before she's shattering apart.

Wave after wave of her orgasm seems to crash into her, and I'm no different. That tingling at the base of my spine overwhelms me, and I find myself falling over the edge with her. I feel my cock twitch and jerk inside her; it satiates something primal in me as our bodies collapse into a heap on the bed.

We lay there for several minutes, speechless. Our ragged breaths are the only sounds coming from either of us. Eventually I gather up enough stamina to stand, making my way to the bathroom before I turn on the water in the tub. I strip off my shirt and toss it to the ground, before I pour in a generous amount of lavender bubble bath and come back out for her.

She's in the middle of the bed, her legs spread, my cum seeping out of her. Before I can help myself, I lean forward, gathering the leaking mess between my fingers before pushing it back inside. Her eyes come to me in surprise, but I don't stop. I continue finger fucking my cum back into her as deep as I can.

Despite knowing she's on birth control, a small part of me hopes it's ineffective. I hope that she gets pregnant from this, from me. I'd love nothing more than to see her round with my baby. Goddamnit, I need that to be a thing immediately.

Without a word, I pull my fingers out of her and scoop her up into my arms. I take her into the bathroom before slowly climbing in the bath with her. We sink down into the warm water, some sloshing over the side as we do before she nuzzles herself into my lap.

I'm not sure how long we lay there, until the water has long run cold, and our bodies begin to shiver. Neither one of us is ready to let this moment go, though. Each craving just a little longer. A little more. I'll never have enough of Skyla Parris, and I hope to fucking god that she will never have enough of me.