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Ronan

Her cunt milks me over and over as she continues to come for me.

I grit my teeth and hold on, refusing to stop until I've drawn every last drop of pleasure from her body.

When I hear her start to breathe again, I slow my thrusts. I'm tempted to keep going because every second I spend not inside her is torment with my balls ready to explode. There's something she wants from me, though.

What she said before struck an unexpected chord. I should have known it, of course. A woman like this, so shy and used to being overlooked. She's never had anyone make her feel special before. I could see by the way she holds herself she doesn't feel beautiful.

Well I might not be able to be what she truly needs, but I can give her that.

I'm damn well going to give her that.

Nevermind that my balls are tight with the need to come already. I'm not sure I could hold off much longer even if I wanted to.

Luckily, I don't need to. Because that's what she wants.

Grabbing her thighs, I yank her toward me once she's on her back. With satisfaction, I watch her mouth part and her pupils dilate the moment I line my cock up at her entrance again. I take it in my hand and slick it through her copious juices. I love the way she moans as I do.

"That's right, my needy girl. You're not finished coming for me."

"Yes." The word is breathy. Whispered. As if just being this close to me steals the air from her lungs.

I certainly know how that feels. Looking down at her under me, I'm tempted to grab my phone and take a picture to capture the moment. Instead, I push into her slowly, enjoying every inch as it disappears. God, the sight of her flushed pink pussy lips stretched to fit me make me ache.

Not going to take much.

I fuck her with a steady rhythm, holding her legs spread wide. Justine's eyes flutter closed. A mewling sound and the clench of her pussy around my cock tells me she likes what I'm doing. That won't do, though.

"Open your eyes, Justine. I want you to watch what your body does to me. What you do to me."

That gets her attention. Her eyes fly open and she stares into my face. I hold her gaze with each desperate thrust as my climax gets closer and closer. Her tits bounce. Her brows knit together and she moans my name.

She's still not there, though. Nowhere near close enough to another orgasm. And I'm not done making her come.

Hold on. Hold on. Fucking hold on.

It's no good. The push and pull of it is driving me wild.

The sweet grip of her hot, slick pussy draws pleasure out of me and I'm forced to succumb. Bending forward, I brace on one arm and bring my right hand to her clit.

Her body bucks when I find the right spot.

It's still not enough.

I rub in time with my thrusts, hoping to bring her over the edge with me, but it's no good.

My balls tighten and pleasure shoots along my spine. Giving up for now, I lift up to let her see my face. "God, I don't know what you've done to me."

I'm pumping faster now. My orgasm is inevitable.

I hold her face, keeping her eyes on me. "You're so fucking beautiful like this. Don't you forget it."

With a final pump of my hips, I bury myself deep inside her. I stare right into her eyes as I come, not looking away until I've filled her pussy to dripping, leaking out around me.

Justine is panting. Her pussy flutters around me.

Apparently, just watching me was enough to bring her to the edge.

My cock is sensitive, but I can't stop now.

Still hard, I pull out and drive back into her. Her eyes widen. She moans when I keep going, clutching at me, keening.

Then I take her hand from my arm and bring it between us. "Rub that clit for me, babygirl. I won't stop until you come."

"But you... didn't you?"

I nod, gritting my teeth. "Not stopping."

Her hand moves over her pussy while I thrust inside her. This time her gaze is locked on mine and I can't look away either. The wet slap of me fucking her is extra loud with the lubrication of my come already inside her.

God, I love that sound.

I know the moment her orgasm hits. Her pussy squeezes me so tightly I almost fall over the edge again with her. Her legs twitch. She throws her head back and the bliss on her face is a kind of magic.

When it's finally too much for my cock, I pull out. Ignoring the mess, I brush her hand away and I replace it with my own. She cries out.

"Did you think I was done, Justine? Are you done?"

She shakes her head, cheeks flaming.

"Could you keep coming for me?"

She nods.

"Then we're not done." Gathering the come leaking out of her, I fuck it back into her pussy with my fingers. Two deep in her pussy and my thumb on her clit work her until she's writhing.

She tries to close her legs around my hand, but I don't let her. Instead, I pin them open and finger her faster. Rougher. I give it to her until she's screaming.

Liquid gushes over my hand. Mine. Hers. Both probably. Doesn't matter. It's fucking gorgeous.

I make her come four more times before she begs for mercy and I let up.

Gathering her into my arms, I roll us until she's resting on my sweaty chest. My poor cock finally rests limp against my thigh and I can barely muster the energy to stroke her hair back from her neck.

"You're incredible." I sigh, trailing my fingertips down her spine. "Don't ever let anyone make you believe you're less than that."

She's quiet for a long time. I figure she's processing what I've said.

At least she hasn't tried to deny it.

Maybe when this is all over, she might remember me and what I told her.

I sure as hell won't forget her easily. I can't even put my finger on what it is about her that has me so addicted. Perhaps the soft, sweet, needy woman who is so much sexier than she lets herself believe. Perhaps the way she looks at me like it's me who made her like that instead of merely waking up what was dormant. There's so much more to explore here.

I've never considered that angle before. A lover who could grow with me, explore with me. Dangerous ground.

Justine snuggles against my chest and lets out a deep sigh. "Do you want to talk about what happened before?"

I stiffen. "What do you mean?"

"About the fact that things got weird when our parents started asking about kids. I know you said you don't want kids, but for what it's worth, I think you'd be a great father."

Gently, I disentangle myself from her.

Immediately, my chest tightens, as if rolling her off increased the pressure on my sternum, not lessened it.

"I can't do this right now, Justine."

She lifts her head to look up at me. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I didn't mean—"

I cut her off before she can apologize. After all, it should be me apologizing for this evening. "It's not because I don't think I'd be a good father. Of all people, my mother should know that."

Justine doesn't say anything more. I hate the way she won't meet my eyes, but I tell myself it's for the best.

"You're easy to talk to and it's tempting to burden you with things which aren't your problem. Suffice it to say that my genes aren't ones I should be passing on."

"Oh, Ronan. I didn't think. Your father's heart condition is—was genetic?"

"Yes." Before I can think too carefully about it, I reach out and stroke a hand through her hair, the action instantly calming my racing pulse. "It is. I don't know if I have it. I've never been brave enough to take the test until recently. I'm still waiting on results from my doctor."

She blinks up at me. "The appointment?"

I nod.

Instead of pushing me for more answers or telling me there's a chance a child of mine wouldn't inherit the condition, she's silent, teasing her fingers through the hair on my chest thoughtfully.

Eventually, I break the silence. "Do you think I'm being melodramatic?"

She shakes her head. "No. I'd probably feel the same. I'm sorry that being on the show brought all this up for you. It can't be easy being forced to talk about something that makes you feel so uncomfortable."

There she goes, excusing my bad behavior. A knot of worry in my guts loosens, but it doesn't stop the guilty prickle at the back of my neck. To distract myself I pull her back against my front and curl around her. "Let's get some sleep. I'll have to go and sort this out with the film crew in the morning and my mother. I suppose I ought to apologize to your family as well."

"I can't talk to them about it, if you like." Justine smothers a yawn and I nuzzle my nose into her neck.

"You don't have to do that. No need to save me from myself."

We're silent for a while longer. I'm drifting to sleep, reflecting on how nice it is to have her here in my space, in the bed that feels like home, marking my sheets with her scent.

Then my tail flicks against the mattress in annoyance. "It's going to be hard to give this up, Traffic Lights."

"Hmm?" She sounds as sleepy as I feel.

I stroke a lazy hand along her shoulder. "Going to be hard to break contact after the filming is through. I wish we didn't have to do it. If things were different, you're someone I'd like to have around more permanently."

She doesn't reply. Maybe she's fallen asleep.

I'm glad to have raised the issue with her, though. It's a relief to have dealt with it, if only briefly. At some point, we'll have to have a longer discussion about her future. I'd like to set her up with a job that makes her happy. With good pay and good conditions.

It would be best if I don't have all the details about how to contact her, though.

I can see myself caving on a lonely night in a moment of weakness and that would be inexcusable.

Best to make a clean break so that we can both move on.

By both I mostly mean me.

Moving on from this is going to be harder for me than I would have believed. I can already tell. So hard. I'm not yet ready.

One more week. I have one more week to enjoy teasing pleasure from her body at night and having her in my bed when I wake. We can renew our vows and film for one more week.