Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“The tiki captain shirt would look good on you.”
“I don’t know…”
“Or you could go like that. Just don’t tell Frank or Jeremy. I make them wear the full uniform, but I’m willing to overlook it for you. Also, you wouldn’t mind me featuring you on our website, right? And maybe you could be there to greet all the tourists as they come aboard.”
He mock frowns. “Sounds like my job description is quickly growing. Will I get paid for all these additional responsibilities?”
“Yes, with a bed in Palmy Daze. It’s nice! Roomy.”
He shimmies off his pants and briefs, kicking them off. I finally have a fully naked Ronan standing before me for the first time, and good God, it is a glorious sight.
“You honestly think you’re going to keep me out there when you’re in here?” He grabs my ankles and drags me toward him, earning my squeal as my dress bunches up around my waist. Before I know what’s happening, my panties are dragged down and off, tossed into a corner. He parts my legs and fits between them, and then, collecting my hands, he pulls me up to a sitting position. “Where were we?” His thumb and forefinger pinch my chin, angling my face. “Oh, right. You were about to suck my dick.”
“Was I?” It comes out hoarse, his crass words sending a flurry of nerves through my body.
His fist wraps around the base of it, angling the swollen tip toward my mouth as he waits in anticipation.
I part my lips, teasing the velvety, smooth skin with first a swipe of my tongue, then a swirl, tasting the salty bead of moisture.
“Please, Sloane. Don’t make me beg tonight.” He winces, as if in pain.
“I think you just did.” Replacing his hand with mine, I stroke his length once … twice … and then drag the flat of my tongue along the underside before taking him into my mouth.
A strangled sound escapes him as his tip hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it.” His fingers weave through my hair, collecting fistfuls.
I slowly slide him out, only to find a palm on the back of my head gently guiding me back, filling my mouth up with him again.
And again.
And again.
Until he coaxes the hand gripping his base away, forcing me to take him even deeper. His size is overwhelming, but the tempo he’s set is perfect, and I settle into a comfortable rhythm, hollowing my cheeks as my head bobs and my hands roam, filling with each side of his perfect, hard ass.
Acutely aware of his intense gaze as he’s absorbed by watching the lewd act.
The only warning I get that Ronan is about to come is when his dick swells and his hips make a few jerky thrusts, and then ribbons of salty liquid are shooting into my mouth with his cries.
“Thank you,” he whispers, his head tipped back to show off his jutting Adam’s apple.
While he comes down off his high, I unzip my dress and shimmy it up over my head, tossing it to the nearby side chair that catches all the clothes I’m too lazy or tired to put away. Scooting back on my bed until my head rests on a pillow, I part my legs and wait.
I’m rewarded a moment later when he opens his eyes, which flare with heat instantly.
“How wet are you?” he asks.
“Wet.”
“Show me.”
“How?”
He cocks his head. “Show me.”
I part my legs wider.
That move earns a subtle head shake.
I finally clue in about what he wants. A nervous shudder courses through my veins as I slip a hand down between my thighs and slide a tentative fingertip through my slit.
Ronan’s lips part with a sharp inhale as he tracks the move like a hawk prowling from the skies above. This man whose sexual encounters could probably rival that of a porn star’s résumé is turned on by a simple act. “Again,” he demands gruffly, his hand absently fumbling with his still-hard dick.
I do these things in private, not in front of men, and yet the way Ronan’s looking at me now, like I’m the most attractive woman he’s ever laid eyes on, stirs a feeling deep inside. “Like this?” I do it again, this time dragging my index finger back and forth several times before gently pressing into my center.
His chest heaves, and then Ronan is on his knees on my bed, approaching with clear intent.
“Already?” I ask in disbelief, watching his hard dick throb in eager anticipation.
A devilish grin consumes his handsome face as his hands settle on my knees. “I’m just getting started.”
15. Sloane
Ablaring alarm cuts into my restful sleep, earning my moan of discontent. “Make it stop!”
A male groans in answer, and then I’m being jostled as the warm, hard body slips away from me. A moment later, the terrible sound is over.