Dirty and Sinful Collection
My nails raked down his back, my body betraying me as I rocked against him while he tore my shorts aside and his fingers slipped between my wet folds and pressed on my already sensitive nub.
I gasped, rocking against his fingers slowly.
“Already wet for me,” he rasped, clearly satisfied at that revelation.
I hated that he was right. Hated that my body was already his, whether I wanted it or not.
But I wasn’t stopping. Not this time.
“Ronan,” I breathed, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck me.”
He groaned like the words physically pained him, dragging his cock against my slick heat, teasing me and torturing me.