~ LYRA ~
Ronan's grip on my hair tightens, tugging the strands taut. The sharp sting along my scalp sends a spasm through my core, soaking my panties.
"That's right. Show me what you like. Get me ready. I love the way you smell when you're turned on. It gets me so hard I want to flip you over and f**k you senseless."
I work his jeans open and his hard, swollen c**k springs free. He growls when I wrap my fingers around the base and squeeze. When a bead of pre-c*m escapes, I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip, collecting the crystalline drop. His groan drives me on, and I rotate my tongue along the crown, lapping at the heated flesh that pulses against my palm.
"Take it," he snarls, thrusting his hips, trying to reach my lips. "Take it all."
He's too thick and long to take co
