~ LYRA ~
Ronan thrusts his hips against me, burying his hardness into the vee of my thighs as he sucks my n****e, and I nearly come apart when I feel the hard ridge of his c**k through his denim. I’ve stroked the thick, stretched length in my dreams. I’ve even put the broad, mushroomed head into my mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. But in person, he feels larger, hotter, and more formidable.
The ache inside me returns, an emptiness that craves more. I frown, freezing beneath the large man above me, trying not to focus on the delicious motion of his tongue and the hot wetness of his mouth. I’ve just come three times, taken to a heavenly place that sent me soaring.
Wanting more—needing more—doesn't make sense. I know something is changing within me because to God, I’m not a wanton crea
