𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

It was hard to sit around and play mind games when one got hard. Again.

Right after my stellar handjob delivered by Little Miss De Luca herself, all it took was a slight touch, a single whisper, and my dick got hard again. First things first, I needed to get out of my trousers.

"You look very pleased with yourself, Cassiopeia," I said in a murmur as I slid off the bed and shuffled out of my sleeping pants. I looked down at the mess I'd made, courtesy of her, and thought, I really should've worn boxers.

I rumpled the clothing item into a ball and chucked it in the nearest bin. Laundry bin, trash bin, what did it matter?

"That's because I am," she purred. I snapped my head back, catching sight of her, back to the wall, legs spread out, inviting, seducing, tempting. "Not as much as I could be." She pressed her lips together in a pout. "Come on here and show me what you can do. Prove her wrong."

She didn't need to bait me any more than she already had. I took off my undershirt and reached the bed in two strides. "Cassiopeia," I called in a warning voice and positioned myself between her outspread legs, "you're being a very naughty girl."

The brat giggled. She giggled.

"Are you going to punish me?" She looked up at me with those wide eyes, blinking once, twice, biting her lip. "To teach me. . .to be good?"

The heat from her thighs was off-putting, the smell of her doing wonders to my sanity. "Maybe," I said causally, bringing my fingers up to her warm, open pussy.

She shut her eyes, hands fondling with her perky breasts. "Do that again," she moaned. "Again."

I rubbed her slit up and down, paying more attention to her swollen clit. It was so red, glistening with her juices, beckoning on me, teasing.

"Ronan."

I gripped her thighs and pulls her onto me. "Are you on the pill?" My voice was gruff. She nodded weakly. I wanted to fuck her raw. All traces of my earlier stiffness were gone. Vanquished by this need to be here with her, to be inside of her. "Good," I spoke into her neck, my stubble rubbing against the dip of her skin, her shoulder blade, lips kissing her neck.

Her nails dug into my upper back, close to my shoulders. She grinded on my dick, going slowly, sensually, moaning my name into the crook of my neck, sounds muffled by skin.

We fell back onto the bed. I eased myself inside her hot sex, stopping myself in time to not let out a tortured groan. What was she doing to me? I'd had pussy before. This wasn't my first fuck. And yet it was the most spectacular, even though I'd gone slow, pushing in and pulling back everytime she whimpered.

"God." I pictured her eyes rolling back into her head as I thrust forward. I could feel my orgasm coming, rising, making its way up my dick as I pushed into her, waiting for the perfect moment to release my second load of cum. God, it was perfect. "Ronan, I'm..." The words died on her lips. She trembled, body shaking as she collapsed onto me, quaking, legs quivering against my thighs, unbelievably erotic.

The pulsating of her hot pussy was enough to send me over the edge for a second time. I let out that stupid groan I'd been holding in, and released inside of her, letting that expert pussy pump out all my cum, filling her up.

Her nipples poked my chest. I could feel the thundering of her heart against her ribcage, beating as if she'd run a marathon.

"Cassiopeia," I started, "I was supposed to punish you." It was hard to form words at a time like this, with both of us so out of breath. "I guess that means we'll have to start over."

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

Another short chapter/
double update since
I've been so gone.

always, Donnie.