𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Little Miss De Luca was making me crazy. Let me rephrase that, she was making me go mad, and she wasn't even making conscious effort. I was screwed, completely screwed, and all she did was smile at me every few minutes, asking questions that didn't matter to either one of us.

"Do you think the company's still going to want to partner with Nora after this whole stunt?" she asked, staring ahead. It was nearly midnight, and my dick was hard as a rod.

"I don't think anyone in their right mind would waste an opportunity like that." I tilted my head forward to get a better view of her face. Her hair looked darker than it usually did, obscuring her face from view. I brushed it back. She smiled, she squirmed. "I'm sorry about earlier."

Cassie shuffled around, turning over slightly. "Stop talking." 

"You like it when I talk," I murmured. Her face was inches away, eyes glazed over with lust and little bit of exhaustion. "Don't you?" My attention zeroed on her lips, soft and teasing.

"Fuck me, Ronan. Do it. Don't you want to?"

Her words made my head spin. Her tone, the seductive undertone that was so, so obvious, was doing wonders to my cock. I could feel it stir, could feel the blood rushing down there, feel it waiting to spring free.

"Don't you, Ronan?"

She looked ethereal in the soft moonlight that poured in through the window to the right. In her sheer, white nightgown, it was easy to mistake her for an angel of some sort. My fingers trailed up and down the material, feeling her up like an inexperienced prepubescent teenager. She did that to me. Or maybe I did that to myself.

She was offering. I was going to take.

I curled my index finger under her chin and lured her face closer. I could feel her hot breath on my face like short gusts of wind on a sunny day.

My mouth was on hers before I could rethink it.

"Ronan," she breathed against my lips. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, roaming, my hands sliding up and down her legs, gripping her inner thighs as though she were slipping away. "Ronan."

Her hands found their way into my hair, magnificent fingers working their expert magic down my back. It stung a little when she dug those fingers in, but not so much that I pulled back.

Expertly, my hands came to a stop at her hips. There were no strings, no bands, no cockblocking undergarments. She was prepared. Of course she was. She'd made it clear what she wanted.

Somehow her hands slipped into my pants, found my cock, my hard, throbbing, pulsating cock.

She pulled away.

"Fuck."

I couldn't help but smile. "Fuck, indeed."

Keeping her eyes on me, she began stroking my cock, running her soft hands up and down my length. I tried not to think about how many times she had done this or how many other people there had been, but it hardly worked. It didn't matter, though, it was more of a turn on. She could have anyone she wanted, and yet.

"Cassiopeia, stop," I whispered. She was watching me with wide eyes, mouth slightly ajar. The entire scene was extremely hot, and I knew I was about to come undone. How embarrassing. All from a little handjob.

"Why?" Her voice was raspy, lips swollen, face flushed. "So you can get up and act like this didn't happen? Like you don't want me?"

It was unusual, the words she said, the way she said them. Her hands were still working hard on my dick, so well that my breathing had long become forced, and she still thought I didn't want her?

"Would I be here if I didn't?" I choked out. I was close, very close, dangerously close to exploding in my trousers.

"Then why?"

I let out a strangled cry. She rubbed her thumb in circular motions on the head of my pulsating cock.

"Why?"

And then it hit me. This was deliberate. She was cornering me while I as lost in the throes of passion, dangerously close to bursting a load in her hand, and all she seemed to care about was my answer.

What did she say, again?

"Ronan." She grinded on my crotch, moaning my name over and over, losing herself to the feel of her own hands. "Tell me."

The little brat.

A groan left my lips. My dick throbbed so hard in started to hurt. Her hands worked faster, if possible, and I released in them, panting hard, trying to keep my body from collapsing against her. She was so small, I would crush her. Neither one of us wanted that.

When I met her eyes, I saw a mischievous glint pass through them. She smirked so slightly I could have missed it if we weren't so close, and slipped her cum-filled hands out. My trousers were ruined.

"Oops."

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

Few things I've realized:
I've been writing this book for nearly a year now. Maybe even a year.
I haven't gotten anywhere with it. Yeah, it's fun to write, but it's also really hard because I don't want to disappoint anyone.
And there's the mental health breaks I've been taking. I'm never active even though I do nothing all day. I wish I could build a better writer-reader relationship, but it's hard.

I hope you enjoyed this short, unedited chapter. It was sort of rushed. Love, Donnie.