We kissed and his hands worked beneath my shirt. We broke apart only long enough for him to strip of it off of me and throw it to the corner of the room. He began kissing down my chin and neck and slowly lowered himself to his knees. With the aid of his teeth, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, leaving me clad only in my bra and panties. He unzipped my boots and removed those as well, before pushing my clothes aside. He was still on his knees and I felt his warm hands moving across my legs. He kissed up one and down the other. My skin was tingling as I felt his breath across my thighs.
He rose to his feet and gently pushed me towards the bed. I backed up until my legs brushed against the side of the bed. He grinned and gave me a firm push and I tumbled backwards onto the bed, giggling. Ronan bent over me, laying across the side of his bed, and kissed along my thighs, upwards. I felt his warm breath between my legs and let out a very soft moan, uncontrollably. He must have heard me as a smile broke over his face immediately and his eyes met mine. He looked up at me from between my legs for only a moment and then turned his attention back to the business at hand.
His hands worked up both of my thighs at once, spreading my legs further apart, and granting unrestricted access. He trailed his fingers lightly over my panties at first before pushing his hand more firmly between my legs, feeling my intense heat building there. He kept one hand there as his other slipped beneath the waist band of my panties and moved around my hip.
He gently pulled them away from my body so gradually that I barely registered the action. I was over the moon with ecstasy already, unable to comprehend anything beyond the pleasurable feelings that seemed to issue forth from his every touch, glance and smile. He tossed my panties aside and bent close to me. I felt his warm breath between my legs for the first time and nearly lost it immediately. That powerful warm energy inside of him was now focused between my legs, and the results were as predictable as they were incredible. I’d had men go down on me before, but with the connection I felt with this gorgeous guy, it was like nothing I’d experienced before.
He kissed between my legs lightly until I begged him for more. I couldn’t see his face, but I was sure that his trademark grin appeared on his face when I moaned, “Ohhh god, do it.” He obliged, running his tongue lightly along the length of my pussy. I shuddered at his wet kiss. Again and again, his tongue probed along between my lips. He pushed it more deeply against me, giving me my first taste of what it felt like to have his warm, firm tongue buried against my clit. I couldn’t help but moan loudly at the rush of the feeling.
He grasped my thighs tightly and pushed his face deep between my legs, driving his tongue deep inside of me. He began to kiss me there, his tongue working magically against my pussy and driving me deeper and deeper into pleasurable bliss. I rocked my hips towards his face, pressing my clit against his upper lip and grinding softly. His tongue continued to hum and push against me. My toes curled and my legs tightened as I felt the rush of my first wild orgasm breaking free inside me body. It felt as though the warmth of Ronan’s touch was spreading through my body and mixing with my own heat, producing a chemical reaction that neither of us could control.
I grabbed his thick black hair in my hands and pulled him hard against my body. He only increased his pressure and speed and I screamed loudly, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m gonna come all over your face oh fuck!” My hips bucked wildly, and he gripped me tighter still, holding his tongue against my clit and vibrating it in a way that I still can’t quite explain. His mouth was a wild machine against my pussy that I couldn’t control and which brought me only the most incredible pleasure.
I felt the pressure of his hands vanish from my thighs and his lips and tongue continued their assault between my legs, extending my orgasm and pulling me into a dreamy half-conscious state that I couldn’t escape from. A moment later – or maybe it was minutes, I really can’t be sure – he lifted his face from between my legs and crawled up my body. I felt immediately that he’d removed his pants when the thick hardness of his manhood pressed against my body. He pulled my face to meet his and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself all over him and it was intoxicating. He reached between us and took hold of his thick shaft in his hand, guiding himself towards the burning wetness between my legs. He pushed the head of his thick meaty cock against me and I moaned in indescribable pleasure, knowing that he was soon going to take me for his own.
He brought his hands to my hips and pushed into me, simultaneously forcing my hips downward. The sudden fullness of him inside of me made me shriek with pleasure. In less than one short day, I’d nearly forgotten how thick and hard he could become. I was so wet from the tongue lashing he’d just given me that the girth of him still slid into me fully without resistance. I gripped myself tightly around his cock and grabbed his tightly muscled shoulders, bracing myself for the pleasures yet to come.
I let myself become his plaything to be used once again, allowing him to guide my body however he liked. I felt like I was acting as an extension of his will at all times. When I moved my body against his, every action was in response to his subtle urgings and sometimes his not as subtle pulls and pushes. His hands remained clasped around my waist as he drove himself deep inside me again and a again. With every thrust, I felt as though he could go no deeper, but every time he proved me wrong. His cock seemed to growth in length, girth and hardness with every thrust.
“Oh Ronan, oh god, fuck me,” I moaned as he pushed into me again and again.
He stared into my eyes and I saw only intense desire in him. I could tell that he wanted nothing but me, and that I was the center of his entire world at this moment. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I knew that time would pass and that he would ride off again, but I hoped in that moment that he would always return to me and show me how it felt to be the object of his intense passion, night after night.
He lifted my hips and pressed me against his body. His tight, powerful muscles strained in his arms and he grunted loudly, moaning “Cat, you’re so fucking tight. You’re so fucking tight. I’m fucking you so hard.” He plowed into me with incredible force again and again. My breasts were bouncing from every impact, still tightly clad in my thin bra. My entire body was his and the more I gave myself to him, the more the intense pleasure welled up in me.
With every thrust the hardness of his body pressed against my clit. I ground myself against him every time he came close, aching for that feeling when he would pull himself back before driving into me once more. The wet slapping sound of our bodies coming together echoed through the small room. “Fuck me harder! Harder!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring if anyone in the world could hear us. I wanted it to be known through the world that I was his and that, for this moment, he was mine.
My second orgasm exploded from deep within my body without warning and I let out a loud scream followed by a nearly indecipherable moan of “I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh fuck yes fuck oh god!” as my body shook in his arms and beneath the solid pressure of his body. I clenched tightly around his cock and knew it would send him over the edge as well. His breathing became deeper and heavier and he rocketed himself against me with greater force than ever. I was still deep in the throes of my own orgasm when I felt him grip my hips tighter than ever with his hands and the warm flood of his manly fluids flooded into my body. I squeezed him tight, wanting to feel every drop of him inside of me, filling me with his energy from the inside out.
He slowed his motions and tried to catch his breath, releasing his tight grip on my body before pulling himself away and letting himself fall on his side next to me on the bed. He continued staring at me and smiling.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he said and I blushed deeply.
I simply leaned over and kissed him fully on the lips. I could still taste myself on him. I loved that he tasted like me and I certainly smelled of him. I could feel his seed beginning to drip between my legs, still warm and thick with his potency. I ran my hand across h
is chest, tracing the letters of the large tattoo that I knew lurked beneath his tight black shirt.
In that moment, I was his and he was mine. The unseen presence of the tattoo reminded me that above all else, he belonged to the Druids. As we laid there on his bed recovering our senses, I knew I would do whatever it took to remain a part of his world and to make the Druids my family as well. He was a mystery and a danger, but he was my man and I would never let him go.
Ronan leaned over off the bed and grabbed his jacket off the floor. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit two of them, handing one to me. I hadn’t smoked since college, but suddenly it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. In this place – this clubhouse – things that had once seemed naughty and forbidden were as normal as breathing. I took a long drag and gazed out the window. It was a clear night and the stars were shining brightly. From somewhere else in the clubhouse I could hear the pounding beat of loud music. Everywhere I looked, I was presented with stark contrasts. The idyllic beauty of the Irish countryside and the dangerous people I surrounded myself with seemed to work together to form a harmony I’d never expected. Ronan’s world was not my world, but I knew then and there that the harmony that would be created by our time together would be just as beautiful.
I tipped the ash from my cigarette into a beer bottle and pushed my arm beneath his broad shoulders. In my life before, I’d never truly felt safe. Here, amongst these criminals and vagabonds, I finally came to know real serenity.
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Angelica Siren is an emerging, young erotica writer. She likes to write hot and passionate stories for everyone, but especially loves making them for fans of the strange and the unusual. Angelica Siren never shies away from a topic - no matter how taboo! When she isn't writing, she is probably sipping a hot latte or gathering personal "research" for future books (inspiration has to come from somewhere)!
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are consenting adults 18 years of age or older.
This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
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