Ronan’s POV
I let go and at the same time, I withdrew abruptly watching her red face contort further. She coughs and gulps in precious air and the darkness in my chest glinted a little bit in satisfaction. I almost spill my load when she fists my shaft and strokes.
Gazing up at me with dark hunger, she begs in a croak and husky voice. “Do it again.”
“I feel you strangling my d**k like that again, I’ll spill down your throat” I rasp. With my grip in her hair, I make her stand and turn around.
“Except, every inch of you has been begging to be f****d for the last twenty four hours.” I added trailing my finger around her lip.
“Yes, f**k me, please.” She begged, her eyes shining with a sort of raw lust that made my c**k jerk and my piercing to throb with new sensitivity.
I move her to
