Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Such a tight little ass, Mary. I’ll fuck it soon. But not tonight.”
I whimper at the loss, but he’s already fucked me once. Perhaps he can’t.
But already I know I can.
Ronan O’Connor is good for twice in one night. Possibly even three times.
So why would he hold back?
I don’t care.
I don’t care because it feels so good with his finger in my ass and his other hand at my clit.
I’m ready, ready to—
“Come for me,” he commands.
Once the pulse starts again in my pussy, he moves his hand from my clit, forces two fingers into my heat.
He drills me in both holes in perfect tandem.
And I come.
I come for the third time…
And I know I’ve still got many more left.
Chapter Nineteen
Ronan
Mary is the most responsive submissive I’ve met in a long time. And she’s so susceptible to commands.
I believe I may have found what I’ve been looking for.
I just need to get her over the hump.
Over whatever scared her away from scenes.
I’ve gained her trust.
But have I really?
She knows how well members are vetted at Black Rose Underground. She knows she has no reason not to trust me, as I have no reason not to trust her.
In fact, I didn’t need to use a condom. I could’ve fucked her without one, and I doubt she would’ve been upset. Monthly testing is required at Black Rose Underground, and birth control is required for women who aren’t in monogamous relationships.
But that would’ve been presumptuous of me.
Next time, though, there will be no condom between me and her tight pussy.
There will be no condom between me and her tight ass.
My cock is straining. I could do her again.
But I won’t. I’ll hold back. I’m going to taste that pussy. I’m going to give her a fourth orgasm. Perhaps even a fifth if she’s up for it.
Then after that, I’ll let her sleep.
Because I think, more than anything, this woman needs to relax.
I’ll make sure that happens.
Before I take her again, we have to talk.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy and ass, and then I head to the bathroom. I wash my hands quickly and then wet a washcloth with warm water. I return and move Mary onto her back, spread her sweet legs, gaze at her delicious pussy. So pink, so swollen, so wet with her glistening cream.
I clean her gently, take the washcloth back to the bathroom, return.
“I’ve tasted you a bit,” I say, “but now I want to feast on you, Mary.”
She sighs, closing her eyes.
“Open your eyes,” I command. “Watch me eat your delicious pussy. Never take your eyes from mine.”
She opens her eyes in obedience, locking her gaze to mine.
I swipe my tongue over her wet slit, taste her delicious, tangy juices.
I want to start slow, tease her a bit. But I can’t. I suck her labia into my mouth, lap up her pussy juices.
I munch on her, devour her, slide my tongue up to her clit every now and then, but I can’t wait to get back to her beautiful pussy.
When I finally command her to come, she does, and I push her thighs forward, baring her asshole to me. I slide my tongue over, force it into a point, and probe her.
I probe her sweet little ass.
God, I’m hard.
I could easily slide into her cunt right now. Into her ass.
But no. No. No.
I must hold myself in check.
Because…if anything is to work between us, we need to have a solid understanding.
As her orgasm comes to a close, I pull her thighs down, move toward her, kissing her nipples along the way and then tugging on her earlobe. “Sleep now, Mary.”
Her eyes flutter closed.
She’s not asleep yet, but she will be.
And I have a feeling that she hasn’t had a good night’s sleep—a full night’s sleep—in quite some time.
…
I wake to a pounding on my door. I glance out the window. It’s still dark.
I rise, wearing only my boxer briefs, and race to the door.
“Ronan!” A harsh whisper.
I open the door quickly. “Mary, what is it?”
“I swear to God, I don’t believe in any of this stuff,” she gasps out. “But one of the lights in my room is flickering.”
I peer outside my hotel room door. “It’s an old building. It’s probably just old wiring.”
“Ronan, you said this place was haunted.”
I cross my arms. “And you said you didn’t believe in those things.”
Mary looks down the hallway, rotating her gaze. “I don’t, except… It’s freaking me out.”
“Let’s go see what’s going on.” I pull on my jeans and head to her room. Sure enough, the chandelier over her bed is flickering.
“Isn’t that weird?” she says. “I turned it off.”
I walk to the light switch, and sure enough, it’s in the down position. I flip it up, and the flickering stops, leaving the light on.
“I can’t sleep with the light on.”