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just… shit .” Her muscles tensed around him, strangling his cock.
“So big,” she muttered , her nails digging into his shoulders.
Ronan touched her where they were connected, feeling his cock sliding into her slippery pussy. With each undulation of her hips, she took more of him. Using her moisture, he stroked over her swollen clit. Her pussy clamped over him before growing wetter. He groaned. “You feel so damn good squeezing my dick inside your hot pussy.”
With a cry, she enveloped his entire length. He gritted his teeth to fight off his impending orgasm. If he’d thought kissing her was intense, it was nothing compared to having his cock buried to the hilt in her wet haven. Every inch of his skin was sensitized.
He held onto her hips as she began to fuck him. She removed his hands and wrapped them around the wrought iron headboard. Bracing herself by digging her fingers into his shoulders, she fucked his cock hard and fast. Other than where she touched him and where their two bodies were connected, they didn’t touch.
Her tight channel sucked at his cock, threating to pull the cum from his balls with every thrust. When the sight of his thick erection being devoured by her hungry pussy as she skewered herself on him again and again became too much, he watched her pear shaped breasts bounce from her rapacious movements. He was gripping the headboard so hard, he thought he might be peeling the paint from the iron.
Unable to remain passive any longer, Ronan thrust up into her. Nikita cried out in surprise. Not to be outdone, she reached behind her and fondled his testicles. The bedsprings voiced their protest of their rough hungry movements in loud squeaks that ascended in volume and frequency.
He was seconds from embarrassing himself when she gave a cry followed by a moan. She slammed down on him, the muscles of her cunt milking his manhood. Ronan held still, buried as deeply as he could get inside of her body, and let go. His cock swelled and jerked as he flooded her sweet pussy with his come. He groaned her name.
She went limp and collapsed on him. He smiled when he realized that she was sleeping. Careful so as not to dislodge her and disturb her rest, he scooted down in the bed and arranged her legs in a more comfortable position. He savored holding her in his arms until his heart rate settled and their bodies began to cool. Carefully, he moved her off his chest and went into the bathroom in search of a cloth. He wet it with warm water and returned to the bedroom to clean Nikita. Her inner thighs were sticky with his semen. He couldn’t recall ever coming so much. She barely stirred during his ministrations. When he finished with her, he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. Sliding back into bed, he pulled Nikita into his arms, her back to his front, and adjusted the covers over them as best he could. He kissed the top of her head. With a quick spell, he turned off all the lights and secured the house.
Chapter Seven
She was burning up. What setting had she left the thermostat on? Hellscape? Nikita struggled to get the covers off but her movements were sluggish. Something heavy was draped over her shoulder holding her in place. Her nipple was tweaked and a finger slid across her slick clit. Eyes flying open as she gasped, she turned her head to find Ronan, his very aroused male body curling around her.
He kissed her neck and then her lips. “Hope you don’t mind,” he rumbled , his voice thick and deep with sleep. “I want more.” And then he pushed a finger into her pussy. Whatever she was going to say became a moan as her hips thrust up to accept his invasion. He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He continued to pump his finger inside of her. He curled the digit so it stroked the sensitive spot that had her holding his hand to her and opening her thighs wider. She was close to orgasm when he rolled her over onto her back.
“I let you take charge last time. It’s my turn to
“So big,” she muttered , her nails digging into his shoulders.
Ronan touched her where they were connected, feeling his cock sliding into her slippery pussy. With each undulation of her hips, she took more of him. Using her moisture, he stroked over her swollen clit. Her pussy clamped over him before growing wetter. He groaned. “You feel so damn good squeezing my dick inside your hot pussy.”
With a cry, she enveloped his entire length. He gritted his teeth to fight off his impending orgasm. If he’d thought kissing her was intense, it was nothing compared to having his cock buried to the hilt in her wet haven. Every inch of his skin was sensitized.
He held onto her hips as she began to fuck him. She removed his hands and wrapped them around the wrought iron headboard. Bracing herself by digging her fingers into his shoulders, she fucked his cock hard and fast. Other than where she touched him and where their two bodies were connected, they didn’t touch.
Her tight channel sucked at his cock, threating to pull the cum from his balls with every thrust. When the sight of his thick erection being devoured by her hungry pussy as she skewered herself on him again and again became too much, he watched her pear shaped breasts bounce from her rapacious movements. He was gripping the headboard so hard, he thought he might be peeling the paint from the iron.
Unable to remain passive any longer, Ronan thrust up into her. Nikita cried out in surprise. Not to be outdone, she reached behind her and fondled his testicles. The bedsprings voiced their protest of their rough hungry movements in loud squeaks that ascended in volume and frequency.
He was seconds from embarrassing himself when she gave a cry followed by a moan. She slammed down on him, the muscles of her cunt milking his manhood. Ronan held still, buried as deeply as he could get inside of her body, and let go. His cock swelled and jerked as he flooded her sweet pussy with his come. He groaned her name.
She went limp and collapsed on him. He smiled when he realized that she was sleeping. Careful so as not to dislodge her and disturb her rest, he scooted down in the bed and arranged her legs in a more comfortable position. He savored holding her in his arms until his heart rate settled and their bodies began to cool. Carefully, he moved her off his chest and went into the bathroom in search of a cloth. He wet it with warm water and returned to the bedroom to clean Nikita. Her inner thighs were sticky with his semen. He couldn’t recall ever coming so much. She barely stirred during his ministrations. When he finished with her, he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. Sliding back into bed, he pulled Nikita into his arms, her back to his front, and adjusted the covers over them as best he could. He kissed the top of her head. With a quick spell, he turned off all the lights and secured the house.
Chapter Seven
She was burning up. What setting had she left the thermostat on? Hellscape? Nikita struggled to get the covers off but her movements were sluggish. Something heavy was draped over her shoulder holding her in place. Her nipple was tweaked and a finger slid across her slick clit. Eyes flying open as she gasped, she turned her head to find Ronan, his very aroused male body curling around her.
He kissed her neck and then her lips. “Hope you don’t mind,” he rumbled , his voice thick and deep with sleep. “I want more.” And then he pushed a finger into her pussy. Whatever she was going to say became a moan as her hips thrust up to accept his invasion. He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He continued to pump his finger inside of her. He curled the digit so it stroked the sensitive spot that had her holding his hand to her and opening her thighs wider. She was close to orgasm when he rolled her over onto her back.
“I let you take charge last time. It’s my turn to
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