THIRTY FIVE

Ronan

Justine boldly lists the things she wants me to do to her and my cock throbs in response. I love hearing her say those things to me. To feel the walls she's built around her sexuality crumbling. For me.

It's a travesty she's felt ashamed of her own desires—her own needs. That she hasn't felt able to ask because she's been used to being denied.

If she was mine, I could never deny her.

Not for long, anyway.

I'm already backing off the bed as I whisper my answer. "As you wish."

It should always be this way. Justine uninhibited. Free to demand what she deserves.

I grasp her legs and tug her to the edge of the bed.

I don't have to ask her to spread her thighs for me. She does it instantly. The little moan of delight she makes when I lower my head to her cunt only makes the flavor better. As if her pleasure is a taste in and of itself. Perhaps it is. I like to imagine she tastes better under my tongue than she would for any other fool who wouldn't know the first thing about what it takes to please this woman.

For a few minutes, I focus all my attention on my task.

I lave up and down with my long tongue, paying attention to every part of her delicious pussy. Then I delve deep inside, curling my tongue until she bucks and gasps.

Now I have her where I want her. I lick her tight little cunt until my tongue aches. I grip her hips and pull her against my mouth. I ravage her pussy and clean every last drop of bliss from her. And then I start all over again.

I don't bother counting. I'll know when she can't take anymore. Eventually, though, she tugs at my horns. "Ronan! Your cock, please!"

It's hard and straining, ready to be used for her pleasure, too, so I'm not going to argue. "Good girl," I tell her as I crawl over her, looking down to admire her beauty. "Such a good girl asking for what you want. Do you remember what I told you?"

She nods. "That you'll give me whatever I want."

"That's right, sweetheart. I will. I'm going to give you my cock." I take it in my hand and rub it through her slick, coating it until I'm ready to burst from pleasure.

Then I stop. "And you're going to take what you want from me. You understand?"

Her brows knit together in a frown. "What do you mean?"

I roll us until she's on top, straddling me. She looks down at me with a worried expression. "You want me on top?"

I nod. "Tonight you'll take what you want, exactly the way you want it. And you won't worry about me at all. Have you got that?"

She licks her lips. Her gaze drops between us to my cock throbbing against my belly.

God, I'm so ready to be inside her. I've been ready since I put her to bed last night with the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

I'm glad I waited, though. Because this weekend is not about me. It's about her. And she's going to get exactly what she wants. Every single thing she wants that I can give to her.

I hold her hips and guide her to the right place.

She takes my cock in her hand and together we fit me at her entrance. She has to stretch right up, planting her feet on the mattress to take the tip of me into her.

I grit my teeth. It takes all I have not to simply lift my hips to impale her.

This is her day.

With a shaky breath, she lowers down an inch at a time. It's a squeeze. Her pussy struggles to take me.

After a few more moments, she has to lift off me again. She sighs. "I don't think I can."

"Yes, you can. You know it fits. Let me show you." I slide my hand up her thigh and find her clit with my thumb. This draws a moan from Justine. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping back to mine.

Renewed confidence is in her expression with my hand on her pussy.

"That's my good girl."

With determination, she lifts herself to take me inside again. This time I rub slow circles over her clit as she does it.

Her pussy clenches.

I let out a low groan from the pleasure. Then she breathes out, releasing it as slowly as she lowers herself onto my cock.

Oh fuck!

Did I forget how sweet she feels around me? That thought seems impossible right now, except the honey sweetness of her cunt is definitely better than anything I've ever felt before.

Maybe it's this position.

Whatever it is, I'm caught between simply rolling us so I can pound into her ruthlessly and lingering like this forever just to enjoy it.

She rolls her hips experimentally.

Her lips part.

Then she truly begins. She rocks over me, finding a pace and angle she likes. It doesn't matter to me. Every damn thing she does feels fucking amazing, and the sight of her swaying breasts and flushed cheeks only adds to my torture.

I urge her to go faster. I promised myself I wouldn't control her, but it's damn near impossible not to do something when the need to come is building every second I'm inside her.

"That's it, Justine. That's it. Fuck, you feel so good on my cock."

She's panting now. She rides faster still.

Her breasts bounce in time with the little motions she makes over my thick cock.

"You look so good up there."

She smiles. It's shy and triumphant at once. A look that has my chest swelling with pride. "Do you like me riding your cock?"

I'm so stunned by her question I almost lose it right then. Fuck! "Like it?" I gape at her. "You're magnificent. Just beautiful. You're a fucking goddess up there, Justine. Keep going."

I can actually feel the squeeze of her pussy at my praise.

So like a fool, I continue, laying a trap for myself. "You're fucking heaven around my cock, Justine. I never want you to stop. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock every day until you've taken as many orgasms as you need."

She moans. Her eyes squeeze shut and she leans in, changing the angle again.

The new position brings her face closer to mine.

I can't help it. I bring my hand to her neck and bring her in for a lingering kiss.

Her eyes fly open. She doesn't need to ask me. I know this feels different to what we've shared in the past. How could it not? I feel different. I feel different with her than I've ever felt with any other lover.

"Use my cock, Justine. Take what you want from me. Because you own it. Do you understand?"

Her mouth falls open. I think she's going to tell me off. That I'm out of line.

I don't even know what possessed me to say it.

Instead, she gives that little gasp and stutter of breath that let me know she's about to come.

Moments later, she's crashing over the edge, rolling her hips, milking pleasure from my body until I'm seconds away myself.

I won't.

She's not done.

I let her ride out the rest of her orgasm while I breathe through the need to fill her up with me.

When it's finally over, I have no control left.

I flip us around until she's under me, pinned to the mattress, still spread wide.

I look down at her and make sure she's paying attention. "You're not done, Justine. You're going to come for me again. And then I want you to watch me come apart for you. You're going to look at me and watch what you fucking to do me."

She nods, too breathless for words.

It's fast becoming that way for me, too.

For another few minutes, I pound into her pussy, shaking the bed and shaking my world.

Her cunt closes tighter. Her head twists from side to side, but she never once tells me to stop.

At the last moment, I lean in close. I'm as gentle as I can be when I grip her hair, turn her face and make sure she's watching. "This is what you do to me, Justine. Only you. You make me break the rules. Make me need you."

She cries out.

Whatever she sees on my face, it doesn't seem to put her off. We reach this peak together. My balls tighten and my hips snap forward. I come in her as her walls flutter around my cock. Over and over, pleasure rages between us. I stare down into her eyes as I pour myself into her cunt. All of it. Every drop until the intensity is so great I need to look away. I don't look away.

Then the storm breaks.

I thrust into her slower and slower, unable to continue, unwilling to stop.

Finally, it ends and I hold myself over her, still buried deep.

Justine looks up at me with wide eyes, searching my face.

I lean in for a tender kiss, needing to reassure her. When I pull out, I roll us so most of the mess drips onto me as I stroke her back.

"Did you mean it?" she whispers against my skin.

I frown. "Do I ever say anything I don't mean?" I can't tell if she's asking if I really think she's beautiful or if there's something else. I'm trying to recall all the rest of the filth that poured from me while I fucking lost my mind. You own it.

Shit. I only meant she controls it so thoroughly whenever I'm around her she might as well. Everyone knows guys say stupid shit when they need to come.

"I thought you didn't want a relationship."

"I don't. Not a traditional one." I need to back pedal a bit here, but not too far. It's true she's made me want things I didn't think I was capable of.

"Oh. Of course." She settles back against my chest. I can hear the disappointment in her voice, though.

"I want you," I tell her. It's not a proper answer to her question. I know that. It's all I can offer right now. I'm far too selfish to give her up, even though I know I should. All I know is when I'm around her, I feel like I can breathe.

I should tell her what an angel she is to put up with my bullshit. I don't, though. I don't want to push my luck. Like the selfish bastard I am, I lay there and bask in having her in my arms.

Maybe if I think hard enough about it, I'll find a compromise. A way for me to give her enough she'll agree to keep seeing me, even if I can't promise kids and marriage. Hell, most couples don't have these kinds of conversations until well into the relationship. It's unnatural we've had them all forced on us too soon. Who's to say things won't change for her as she gets a little older. Things look very different in your twenties to the way they do in your thirties. When you settle into a comfortable lifestyle and your priorities change.

After a little while, I get up and carry her to the shower despite her protests. Then I make her come on my fingers until she's too exhausted to ask me again about all the things I said. I take her back to bed, order an expensive dinner delivered to our room, then feed it to her morsel by morsel.

By that stage, her eyelids are drifting closed and I figure I've bought myself another day. Another twenty four hours, at least. Relieved, I tuck myself behind her and fall asleep myself to the most peaceful night I've spent in weeks.