FORTY THREE

Justine

"Maybe it's worth waiting until September when the weather won't be quite so hot," I say into my phone, clicking back to the pictures of the spring weddings at Applegrove Chapel.

"Oh, my love, are you sure? I'm not sure I can wait that long myself." I smile to myself at the pang of longing in Dora's voice. Seems like she's been waiting for Ronan to get married longer than anyone.

"I'm just thinking of Ronan in the formal suit. He'll be so hot."

Lara, Ronan's sister, snorts. "Let him suffer. He's such an ogre making you wait so long. He deserves to sweat a bit."

"Whatever you decide, I'm sure it will be lovely," Dora says.

The sound of the door softly closing lets me know Ronan is home. "So you don't have any preferences?" I ask them both.

"No."

"No. Whatever you want, dear. It's your special day."

I only realize I'm frowning when Ronan bends to kiss away the crease between my brows. "What's wrong?" he mouths.

I shake my head and pull the phone away from my ear to cover the microphone. "Nothing, just wedding plans."

With a huff, he moves to the cabinet, fetches a glass, fills it with water, and sets it in front of me.

"So we'll see you next week for dinner?" Dora asks.

"We'll be there. Ronan promised not to work too late."

Ronan rolls his eyes. "Let me guess, my family."

I make a face at him and he leans over the counter. Taking the phone, he sets it to speaker. "Mom? We'll be there, OK? I promise. Now give Justine some peace—"

"You mean you want her to yourself?" His sister laughs. "We get it. We're going. See you Thursday."

Ronan hangs up and sets aside the phone, giving me the look.

I pretend I'm not squirming.

"Did you drink plenty of water today?"

I nod.

"And did you take care of yourself?"

I press my lips together around my smile.

"Justine." His voice gets low and rumbly in warning.

I'm still grinning, though.

"How many times did you come today?"

I bite my lip.

"Oh, you bad girl. Why do I think you haven't been taking care of yourself?"

I squeak when he grips my waist and lifts me onto the counter, spreading my legs.

His large head dips and his nose grazes against the seam of my pussy.

I shiver.

"You didn't come at all, did you?" He growls. His nose presses more insistently against me. "You fucking didn't."

Yanking me down from the bench, he pulls me across to the nearby sofa, then he sits. "Panties off and over my knee, Justine. You know what happens when you've been bad."

I can't help giggling as I shimmy out of my panties. I'm wet already. The evidence of it covers the panties I discard on the floor.

Ronan chuckles when I toss them at his feet. When I'm not quick enough obeying his instructions, he pulls me over his lap, ass in the air. I'm laughing until his palm lands sharply on my butt and I moan instead.

He never spanks me hard, just enough to make me tingle in all the right places. Every slap has my cheeks smarting and my pussy throbbing for attention.

After ten smacks, he stops. He pushes my dress further up my hips. Then his hand slides back down and cups my ass, plumping and toying with it.

I wriggle, desperately hoping for his fingers in my wet folds, but he isn't cooperating.

"This is why you need to do what I tell you, Justine." His thumb slips teasingly close to where I want him. "You need it, don't you?"

I arch my back as much as I can face down in his lap. "Yes!"

"Then why disobey me?"

I gasp when his fingers play with the insides of my thighs. "I wanted to wait. Wanted you to see."

He groans, finally pushing my legs apart to delve inside. Pleasure skitters through me when he finds my clit and rubs with firm, sure strokes. "Such a needy girl, aren't you? I won't lie. I love that you wanted to save them for me, but there's always more sweetness here, isn't there?" Inserting a finger deep into my pussy, he strokes me a few times before pulling it out again.

I hear his heavy sigh and the wet sound as he licks his finger clean.

More moisture trickles along my inner thigh. I can't keep still; I need it so much.

Another loud smack!

"You should never hold back this sweetness."

Thick fingers spear into me. Two this time, not one.

I buck, but his other hand holds me in place. I feel so full from just his fingers.

Against my belly, Ronan's cock stiffens and throbs. "You'll give them all to me now. As many as I demand. All for my pleasure until I'm finished. Do you understand?"

Oh, I love this game. The one where he makes me come until I can't stand it anymore. He pretends like a punishment, and maybe it is. It also feels like all my fantasies come true, right up until the moment I'm forced to admit I can't take even one more.

Ronan plunges his fingers in and out of my pussy, hitting that place deep inside that makes my toes curl. He coaxes five whimpering orgasms from my body face down over his knee before he takes pity on me. He lets me up while I'm still giddy from the last. "Back to being my good girl now, aren't you?"

I flop back onto the sofa, legs spread open, limbs weak. "Yes. Always."

"Then what do you think you're doing there? You should be riding my face right now."

When he hauls me up, I moan. Then louder when Ronan pulls me over his hungry mouth. He devours me, tongue thrusting up inside me, then stroking over my clit, over and over until the pleasure is so intense I can barely stand it.

As my next orgasm gets close, I try to move away. It's hopeless, though, because his strong hands clamp down over my hips, holding me in place.

I cry out.

It's too much.

Then it's not enough. I tip over the edge and warmth spreads through me, starting in my core and radiating through my body, to the top of my head and the tip of my toes. I grind hard, shamelessly, and drink in the pleasure until the orgasm is completely over.

Ronan gives me a brief pause, while I come down.

When my breathing evens out. He starts all over again. "Oh, God! Ronan I don't think—"

His finger slides through my folds then back to tease my ass and I scream.

I come again so fast I'm left trembling.

He pulls me down where I collapse onto his chest.

"You're doing so well, gorgeous. You can give me a few more, can't you? I need to feel you come around my cock."

I whimper, but I want that more than anything. He's been waiting; I've been waiting.

He's still fully clothed. He hasn't even undressed, he's been too busy taking care of me. When I shift, his hard cock presses against my ass, letting me know it's not because he wasn't interested.

"Take it out," he tells me. "Take it out and ride me. Let me fill you up."

I nod. I'm concentrating awfully hard on my task.

Inching back further, I work his belt and fly until I have him free.

His huge hot cock fills my palm, twitching in my hand.

Ronan sucks in a breath. "Do you know how sexy you are when you come for me like that?"

Doesn't matter how many times he tells me, it never fails to set my heart beating like crazy. "Really?"

He nods. "So fucking gorgeous. Now get on my cock and ride, so I can watch it again."

Once upon a time, I would have felt self-conscious about getting on top.

Not now.

Now I know Ronan can't wait to watch my pussy spread around his cock. To watch me sink down over him. And once I'm on, he takes charge, even from below.

My eyes flutter closed as I sink right to the hilt.

"That's it, babygirl." His voice is barely more than a growl.

I lift on trembling legs. I can't get all the way off his cock like this. He's too big.

Ronan grabs my ass and bounces me on his cock. He groans when we speed up. I'm moving over him rhythmically, fucking him and driving us both higher. My breasts bounce. My ass slaps his thighs with every motion.

"I fucking love the way you look," he says.

I don't even question it. I know he does.

I'm lost in the moment while the rub of his huge cock inside me sends me spiraling. Soon it's too much. I gasp for breath.

When he lets me go, I lean forward, brace on his chest, and kiss him deeply.

All the while I keep grinding, rubbing my clit against him while his cock fills me.

My pussy flutters.

Ronan grunts.

I rock my hips frantically searching for the tipping point.

Pleasure washes over me and I throw my head back, giving into it for several blissful moments. Then I open my eyes to look down at Ronan, knowing it will send him over the edge, too. His handsome face is caught in a fierce scowl for a heartbeat, eyes pressed closed, mouth open.

"Ronan?"

His gaze snaps to mine. "You, Justine. This is what you do to me every. Fucking. Time."

He's pumping up into me. He's taken over completely while my limbs feel like jelly.

How does he have anything left? I'm about two seconds away from collapsing on the sofa to curl up and go to blissful sleep. Only, he needs this.

"You're going to make me explode, Justine. It's going everywhere."

My spent body pulses around him. "Oh, God, I want that."

He grins. Then he pushes up, lifting me effortlessly, cradling me until I'm on the floor under him. He speeds up and the wet slapping of our bodies joins the harsh pants of his breath.

With a final thrust of his hips, he unloads inside me. By the time he's done, it's dripping out down my thighs. It covers his belly. Warm and wet, and so unbelievably sexy.

We pause, looking at each other.

He smiles. "There's my beautiful wife. On my cock, right here where she belongs. How long are you going to keep me waiting before I get to put a ring on it and make it official?"

I grin, catching my breath. "Not long. Just working out the fine details."

Gently, he tucks my hair behind my ear and his touch lingers on my face. "I hope you're not sparing any expense. It's the least I can do to make up for ever letting you go."

I shake my head. "You don't need to make up for it."

"I do, and I will. And nothing you say will convince me otherwise."

Stubborn bull. I'd be more mad, except his method of making it up to me is carrying me to the shower, washing my hair, and ordering dinner.

Later, when I have my fluffy socks on and a mouthful of egg roll, he presses a kiss to my forehead. "Did I mention I love coming home to you?"

I laugh. "A few times. Yes."

Ronan sets his box of noodles down on the coffee table. "You know I was thinking, maybe it's time to buy something bigger. A home, I mean."

I stare at him. His apartment—our apartment now, I guess—is huge. It's got five bedrooms besides the master suite, and its own pool and gym.

He shrugs. "A house, not an apartment. Somewhere we could raise kids when we're ready."

I leap into his arms and cover his face with kisses. "How did you get so adorable? I love that! But you know I love it here, too."

He chuckles. "Why choose? We can have both. Don't you know you're marrying a billionaire? I can buy you a new home for every month of the year if you like. Ratings are through the roof, business is good, and you deserve it. Whatever you want. Nothing is too good for my wife."

Then he lifts his chin and gives me the sort of kiss you read about in books. The sort I've been dreaming about all my life. The way he gives me everything I've ever wanted.

All I had to do was ask.

THE END