Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
My own erection bounced wildly with each thrust. Both his actions and low grunts near my ear caused precum to gather rapidly at the tip and start to fall.
Ronan had never been dominant and I still didn’t think that had changed, despite how he treated me up on the roof the two times he had me on my knees.
Even so, I was proceeding with caution and didn’t want to do anything to undermine the power he currently held and I currently gave him. I wanted him to lead us in the physical sense and, in turn, I hoped to lead us emotionally.
For that reason, as much as I wanted to touch myself, as much as I wanted to encourage him with words, I refrained.
I had no idea if my thinking would work to bring us back together, but I was willing to try. And truthfully, I didn’t have a better plan.
“Fuck your hand while I fuck your ass,” he ordered in a strained voice.
Finally.
I’d been on the verge of begging him to jerk me off while fucking me despite the fact I was trying to let him lead.
I spotted the Lubido on the floor nearby. “Hold on,” I said between clenched teeth as I attempted to bend over to pick it up.
He did not “hold on” in the way I asked, instead he held on to me tighter so he could continue to rail me.
Air rushed out of me every time he hit bottom.
Even with stretching out my fingers, the tube of lube was just outside my reach. If Ronan wasn’t going to pause to let me grab it, then I would just go without.
Unexpectedly, he kicked it closer with his foot and as soon as I snagged it, he took a handful of my hair and yanked me back up.
One second he’d be gentle, the next he’d be rough. My assumption was he was fighting an internal battle.
He hated that he loved me and would rather love to hate me.
I got it.
I did.
But at least I was now starting to experience more of the gentler side of him than the rough.
I squeezed some of the Lubido onto my palm and dropped it back to the floor near my feet in case we needed it again. My hips jerked back against him when I circled my fingers tightly around my aching length.
I quickly found a rhythm to match Ronan’s.
I continued to stroke and twist, the lube making my cock slick enough to easily slide through my fist. I worked myself as Ronan worked me. It also helped me stay loose, making his cock up my ass more welcomed and wanted.
He’d push in, I’d slide my hand back.
He’d pull back, I’d slide my hand forward.
I switched my grip from underhanded to overhanded.
Tightened it. Loosened it.
I imagined it was Ronan’s hand instead of my own.
And in those moments of intense pleasure, everything changed. I was no longer letting Ronan fuck me. I was encouraging him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Everything fell into place and it seemed as if we picked up where we’d left off. Back to when we would do everything we could to make sex pleasurable for both of us. To drive each other out of our minds.
To the point when we were done, we’d collapse on top of each other, panting, sweating, sighing, smiling, laughing. And after we caught our breath, we’d kiss until we lost it again.
It had been good between us, so right between us…
Was Ronan remembering that, too?
Or was he trying to keep me a nameless, faceless fuck?
Either way, I knew deep in my heart that we could have that again.
The only difference being who was doing whom.
Tonight he surrounded me. I could see him in the glass in front of me. I could feel him behind me. His warm breath beat against my skin. His heartbeat pounded against my back.
His fingers dug harder into my hips, adjusting me into the perfect position.
Every thrust became calculated. Targeted. Even though he continued to pound my ass with no mercy.
I had no doubt I’d be uncomfortable sitting tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop.
No matter what, I was seizing this second chance to fix what I had broken.
My head dropped forward and my chest heaved as I struggled to pull air into my lungs.
With what he was doing to my prostate, I had no doubt I would come soon.
The smooth, methodical twists and pulls of my own hand on my cock become erratic. It got to the point I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing. I was on auto-pilot. My main focus was on the drag of Ronan’s cock over my P-spot.
The stretch and pull had turned from discomfort to pleasurable. I was relieved with how damn good it all felt despite me being worried that I couldn’t handle it.