Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“No.” He gives a slight shake of his head. “You’ll be good for me because you want to. Because I know what a good girl you can be,” He leans in close, stroking the pulse on my throat. “Only for me.” I lick my lips. “My good little perfect girl.” My breath hitches. “There she is.” His simple words ignite a spark within me, saturating every part of my body. I swear he yields some sort of superpower that unlocks so many different parts of me.
“What’s happening?” My fingers dig into the front of his shirt, hanging on to him.
“What’s happening is I want the breakfast in bed I was supposed to get, and you being my sweet girl, you’re going to lay out on the island and let me take it.”
“I'm definitely your good girl.” I nod my head without thinking at all. I know exactly what that mouth of his does to me, and I want every damn second of it.
“You are,” Ronan agrees, pulling my shirt off and tossing it away. “So fucking pretty.” He yanks the top of my bra down, making my breasts fall free, cupping them in his hands. “All of this is only for me.” His tongue circles my nipple. “My sweet girl is only good for me.”
“Yes!” I moan as Ronan sucks my nipple into his mouth. How are his words as pleasing to my body as his tongue? Both of them have the same effects.
“Yes, what?” He pulls the bra all the way off me.
“Only for you.” I try to push his shirt off, wanting to be skin to skin with him.
“You want my shirt off, little fox?” I nod adamantly. Ronan pulls it off. It’s always such an interesting balance between us. I run my fingers down his broad, bare chest.
“Half the time you do what I tell you, but other times…”
“I do what I think is best for you, and sometimes you just happen to agree.” He takes my mouth again, thrusting his tongue past my lips. I’m starting to see that very clearly. Ronan has a way of guiding me, but it’s always in a direction I want to go but often don’t have the courage to. When he breaks the kiss, he grips hold of my chin again. “Know that is what I’ll always do when it comes to you.”
“I’m getting it.”
“Which part?” He doesn’t release his hold. “That everything I do is for you or that you have a need for my approval?”
“I do?” Ronan only stares into my eyes, not relenting. I don’t think he knows how. “I do.” I admit it. I hadn’t linked that together, but he’s right. I might get a smart mouth with him and tease, but in the end, I’m always watching to see how he responds.
He drops his hand from my chin, his mouth moving up my jaw to my ear. “Good girl,” Ronan whispers. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. Yeah, he’s so right. “Now give me what I want.” Ronan keeps kissing the column of my neck as I kick my shoes off, letting them hit the floor before I start to wiggle out of my pants.
“You’re so good to me, you know that, little fox?” Ronan goes for the belt on his pants.
“I know.”
“Of course you do.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “Now lean back for me and spread those legs. I want to see how much you want me to eat your pussy.”
I lie back, feeling empowered and bold. I put the heels of my feet on the edge of the island, letting my knees fall all the way open for him.
“Isn’t this a sight to behold? To worship.” Ronan reaches into his pants, freeing his cock. He strokes himself lazily while his eyes are taking me in.
“Ro,” I whisper as shyness tries to bleed in, my legs tempted to close. The man has seen every inch of me at this point, but this has me on full display.
“Give me a second, love; I’m enjoying seeing my woman all laid out for me.” Any thought of closing my legs is washed away instantly. That man's mouth can lure me to do anything. For a man of few words, he wields them with precision.
Ronan strokes his cock a few more times, a bead of cum forming at the tip. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him, please him. My inner muscles clench, remembering that cock there and wanting it again.
“You need to remember this, little fox.” He covers my sex with his hand, his thumb slipping under to graze my clit. “How much you need me.” I lift my hips, needing more pressure, but he only lifts his thumb and narrows his eyes on me. They aren’t cold, though.