TWENTY FIVE

Ronan

Her fucking pussy is tight as anything. Slick and snug around my cock with every thrust. It's a fucking miracle I don't come in the first minute.

I need this.

God, do I need this.

I can't believe I waited so long.

I pound into her, vaguely aware she probably isn't used to this sort of rough treatment. I should slow down. Only, that's impossible right now.

When I'm spent, I'll make sure she comes as many times for me as her little body can manage. Right now, I'm a tangled mess of need and fury.

"Such a sweet little cunt," I tell her.

She moans.

"Such a good girl. Can you take it?" My hips snap forward. The slap of flesh on flesh fills the room. It takes all my willpower just to moderate my grip on her ass, so I won't leave bruises tomorrow.

No bruises. Her milky white skin would blush prettily if I spanked her, though. That's a conversation we need to have, because right now the thought of my handprint on her ass makes my balls tight and my mouth dry.

Slap, slap, slap.

It feels so fucking good.

Justine's legs start to tremble. I give her another few thrusts and then pull out with regret. Any moment spent not inside her feels wasted!

"Lie down, girl. That's right." I help her turn onto her side. Then I lift her leg and pull her toward me. When she realizes what I'm doing, she adjusts and I slide my cock back inside her welcoming pussy. We both groan.

From this angle, I can watch her face. Something I've never been more grateful for. I should have thought of this before.

From this angle, I can bring one of her soft human feet to my mouth to suck those toes.

God damn!

As I slide out and back in, her brows knit together, but I know that expression. It's the one she wore when she came on my fingers over and over.

A zing of energy ripples down my spine.

"You like that?" I fuck her harder.

Her mouth hangs open. She nods.

"You like that, Justine?"

"Yes!"

"How hard do you want me to fuck you?" As I say this I slow, praying I'm right. Praying this is what she needs, too.

She whines, grabbing for my hand where it rests on her thigh. "Please."

"Uh-uh. Tell me. How hard?" I slow even further.

It's agonizing. But if it's hard for me, it's clearly driving her wild. She arches her back, inviting me deeper.

"Say it."

"Hard! Please fuck me hard!" The words burst from her.

With a bellow of satisfaction, I pump into her roughly again. This time I can see what it does to her. See the bounce of her full breasts and the blissful look on her face. I reach down and rub her clit in time with my frantic movements. "God, you're a good fucking girl. Taking my cock. Taking it hard. You like that, don't you?"

My balls slap against her ass. "Yes."

"You like how my cock fills you up?"

"Yes."

I rub faster, thrusting in and out, searching for that perfect spot. Justine's replies become a garbled string of sound. A continuous yes, yes, as I give it to her over and over.

Then she comes.

It's unexpected. I don't see it coming. Her pussy grips me tight. I swear the pleasure travels through her and through my cock, all the way to my aching balls.

I'm damn close to losing control. "You on protection, Justine?"

She can't reply. Her eyes are pressed shut and her mouth is open on a silent scream. I don't want it to end. I want to keep fucking her and giving her pleasure until she can't take anymore. Unfortunately this question needs answering.

"Justine."

Her eyes snap open.

"Protection?"

She stares at me a moment longer. I keep up the shallow thrusts as long as I can. "Mmm? I mean yes. On the pill."

Not good enough. I have to be sure. With a curse, I pull out, still fisting my cock. Her eyes go round and she watches me in fascination. I pump my hand over my length. My belly tightens. I grit my teeth as sensation so intense it has me shaking overcomes me. Long ropes of liquid spill out over Justine's belly. Over the bed, the sheet, the covers. Over everything. When I'm done, it's pooling in her belly button and dripping down both sides to gather in a puddle around her. Shit.

I release a long shuddering breath.

It's been a very long time since I let myself do anything like that. I've had the occasional hookup, sure. Or paid a sex worker. But it's been a very long time since I let myself be so in the moment. So out of control.

"Wow!" She's staring at her belly.

I chuckle. "Minotaur. Wait here, and I'll get something to clean you up." I'm suddenly in a remarkably good mood. I trot to the bathroom and fetch a towel, dampening it and returning to mop my mess from her. I clean the mess from the bed as best I can, but there's still a damp patch.

She takes it well.

Just like she's taken everything. Maybe this week will be alright. Justine won't hassle me. She won't be awkward. At night, I'll finally get some tension relief. And when it's all over she'll take that well, too.

She's a sensible girl.

I pull my sweats back on and tuck the covers back over Justine. She snuggles back into my chest and I wrap my arms around her and pull her away from the damp patch. I'm just about to ask her if she's done or if she needs a little more attention, when the deep sigh and gentle breathing alerts me she's fallen asleep in my arms.

Smiling, I brush a lock of hair back from her face.

Good to know I'm not the only one feeling drained. She might have milked half my soul out through my cock for all I know. Fuck!

My eyes are drifting closed. Her rich heady scent is in my nostrils and coats my body still.

I should probably shower, but I'm far too tired.

I should probably find a time to have the conversation with her about what we'll do once the show finishes. But the best time for that will be tomorrow after a full day of pampering. I have the perfect day lined up.

Tomorrow after work, I can worry about how to break the news to her. Not now. Now I allow myself a rare moment of complete and utter relaxation. Let tomorrow's problems look after themselves. I've had enough for one day.