Chapter 23 Chapter 23

Chapter 23 Chapter 23
CHAPTER 22
RONAN POINT OF VIEW
“Kitten, I'm not even close to finishing,” I told her. “I'm just getting started.”

Shit, her body is so fucking perfect that I don't mind fucking her all night.

Her whole body shook, and I know she's about to cum, but that didn't deter me. I have always wanted to fuck her into cumming. I wanted her juice all over my body.

As I fuck her, her eyes are wide open; each thrust makes her grip the sheets as she screams.

The second she came and her juice slipped out, that was when I doubled my rhythm.

Wrapping my hand around her neck and thrusting deeper, her screams—I can't differentiate if they were from the thrusts or from the squirts.

“Good girl,” I rasped, my grip on her neck tightening. “Pour it all over me, kitten.”

Finally, I released my hand from her throat, and the longest sigh of relief escaped her.

But it was short-lived; silly girl, she thought she was escaping from me.

I paused and flipped her over onto her stomach. Her ass shot out in the air as she arched, and I didn't pass by any opportunity to spank her soft ass. I squeezed it in my hands, appreciating it.

The way she arched, she's really excited for me to fuck that pussy to my satisfaction.

Her ass is so fucking perfect. I smacked it again, and she yelped.

Her little noises only turn me on more. I climbed down from the bed, positioning myself perfectly as I drove into her without any mercy.

Damn! The welcome sound the pussy just made made my eyes roll, and I leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back as I slammed heavily into that pussy.

“Yes, kitten,” I moaned. “Just like that. Stay that way for me, kitten.”

She moaned into the sheets, and I still heard it loud and clear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Blair Knowles,” I didn't know when I called out her government name. “You're about to cum hard.”

“Scream my fucking name, kitten!” I felt my balls tighten up, and I knew it was time. No more edging.

One sound of my name rolling out of her lips sent me spilling my cum all over her ass.

After I came, I drove back in and landed a couple of thrusts before we both fell back onto the bed.

Though our bodies didn't disconnect, they stayed connected for a couple of minutes before I finally pulled out.

Her body trembled once I pulled my dick out, and I felt a deep wash of pride.

She's breathing fast and can barely stand. I did a good job. Though I hope she'd let me fuck her silly again after I clean up.

I don't mind fucking her all day. Good pussy deserves good fucking.

I didn't bother to talk her into the bathroom with me; I climbed out of the bed and headed straight to the bathroom to get a quick shower.

But before the shower, I grabbed a towel and came back to clean the bed up myself. Then I proceeded to clean her pussy, which was leaking my cum.

The sight of that pink pussy was making my dick hard again, but I promised to control myself.

I grabbed a handful of that ass again. “Rest up. I will watch you while you take a nap.”

“You know that's creepy, right?” She looked away.

“No, it's not, sweet girl,” I chuckled. “You look more beautiful in your sleep, so there's nothing creepy about looking at art.”

She blushed and looked back at me. “I can't sleep now; I need to go get most of my clothes from the Dominus house.”

The smile on my face slowly vanished once she called that asshole's name.

“You don't have to,” I told her. “I can go help you get it. All you need to do is rest.”

“No, no, no, Ronan, you can't.” She sat up immediately. “You can't go in there and fight him. You can't go get my clothes. I will go back to get it myself.”

“You don't need to go back there, you know, right?”

She heaved a deep sigh. “I know, but I need you to get it regardless.”

“Scratch that. Don't go.” My eyes were filled with determination. “When we get back to the pack, you can shop for new clothes on my credit card.”

“You don't need to do that, Ronan. The majority of my clothes are expensive designers that have never been worn before.” She made her way out of bed. “I can't just let it all go like that.”

“You can.” I pulled her, letting her gently slam into my chest. “Yes, you can. List all of your clothes and which designers, and I will get new ones first thing once we get to the pack house.”

“Ronan, I said no. You don't need to waste money. You'll be needing a lot of that for the elections, so keep those.”

My lips twitched into a prideful smile. “I have a lot of that, baby. If I sprinkle a few million on your clothes, I won't feel shit.”

She glanced at me, and I mused. My hands reached downwards again, and I spanked her perfect ass with both hands.

So soft and perfect.

“Still, I say no, Ronan.” She pulled out of my embrace and made her way into the bathroom. “Keep that money; I can't be wasteful. My profession has taught me not to be wasteful.”

“Then I will have to go with you. I need to accompany you there.”

“No,” she declined instantly. “You are not going with me. You're also not buying me new clothes, Ronan.”

I walked into the bathroom and turned off the shower she'd turned on. “Pick one,” I said firmly.

“You let me buy you new clothes and forget those ones; he can give them to his miserable, ugly-ass mate, or you let me go with you.”

“Which one do you choose?”