Page 32 of Kick Out of It

“Your cunt needs a break, darlin’, but I’m not done with you.”

“Fucking hell, Ronan, I shouldnothave let you read my books. There was butt stuff in that one yesterday, wasn’t there?”

He gently lays me on my side and cuddles behind me. Reaching to the nightstand he takes out a bottle of lube, squirting a healthy dollop onto his hand, coating his cock and my arsehole. The cold gel makes me hiss. He presses the tip in and I sigh as I relax against him. Wrapped in his arms, he pushes in another inch, then another, continuing carefully until he’s fully seated inside me.

Ronan reaches between my legs, grinding his palm against my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, matching the rhythm of his cock in my arse. I’m so full, winding tighter as he continues kissing every inch of bare skin available to him. Rocking in and out of me, he turns my face until his lips meet mine.

“Harder,” I whisper between kisses, still able to taste myself on his tongue.

A growl erupts from his chest and he thrust harder, adding a finger inside my pussy. The sensation is too much and I come hard enough to see stars. My breathing is erratic, unable to manage a single coherent thought, other than he’s mine. His release follows moments after mine, and as we pant into the darkness as he remains deep inside me for several minutes.

Once my heart stops racing, I whisper, “So, you want to read more books with arse play?”

“Oh, you get a kick out of it, do ya?” Ronan laughs, playfully nipping my shoulder. “Think I won’t find new ways to make you come from one of those dark romance books?” He carefully pullshis fingers from my cunt, bringing them to his lips, and sucking them clean. “Next time, you’re getting to ten.”

“Next time? The night isn’t over.”

“You’re right, but I’m an old man, so I need time to recover.”

“Old?” I chuckle. “Then, what does that make me?”

“It makes you mine, Mrs. O’Leary. All fucking mine.”