This isn't going to end well?

Warning sign

Good morning my little Ronnie fans!! How are we feeling?
If you follow me on Twitter you know that this Ronnie smut is about to change your life... Have fun ;)
-Dal

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Ronnie was used to giving orders. As a police officer, he had to have some sort of voice. Making arrests, processing perps, even when someone was getting out of line. He knew when to be stern with someone.

But this? This wasn't something he was used to.

"Be quiet." He hissed into your ear. "Or Mindy and Cliff will hear."

Ronnie dipped his head towards your neck, slowly leaving wet sloppy kisses down to your collarbone. The finger that was swirling around on your clit, seemed to love to tease you as it circled at a faster pace.

This was certainly a new way to start your night together.

It was weird. You two seemed to usually wake up at the same time. The only difference today was that you woke up earlier than normal... So you two decided to spend your free time doing something you both enjoyed...

He watched as your body squirmed under him, biting down on your lip to suppress your moans. He himself was having a hard time, especially when your eyes would roll back when he hit a certain spot. He had to bite his tongue as he watched his favorite person unraveling at the work of his hands.

It was a cinematic masterpiece.

"Ronnie," A breathy moan slipped your lips as your hands lifted up to his shoulders.

He could feel your nails sinking in, trying to keep yourself grounded.

"I know," He muttered, continuing to kiss around your collarbone. "I know..."

He felt your chest stutter as you took a shaky breath in, pulling him closer towards you. You were doing that a lot lately, even in your sleep. He didn't complain, though, he liked it when you did that.

"Shh," Ronnie reminded you when you let out another moan. His breath hitting against your chest, causing your body to react in chills. "It's like you want them to hear you." He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, knowing this was all new to him.

He found himself wanting more of you, doing things he would never do before. He was more comfortable with you, taking what he wanted... which was you. He wasn't shy anymore. Not as he was pressing his hips into your thigh, ordering you to quiet down.

You were having a hard time focusing when he didn't let up on your clit. He wanted to test your limits as he dipped his finger in, pumping at a slow rate. He couldn't help but bite down on his bottom lip, watching as you squeezed your eyes shut. He felt your grip on your shoulder grow tighter as your mouth hung open.

"Hm..." Ronnie hummed, watching as you whimpered with every pump his finger took.

"F-Fuck," you stuttered, finally able to form words.

"I have an idea," Ronnie added another finger. This caused you to whimper, fluttering your eyes open to look up at him.

He could feel your legs trembling around him as he continued with his slow rhythm, focused on how your ridges felt against his fingertips.

"Is that right?" You gasped, trying your hardest to get through your question.

One of your hands made its way to his chest, gripping at the front of his black t-shirt now. He couldn't help but shake his head down at you as another moan ripped through your throat.