On Her Knees For Him
LILIANA’S POV
His kiss devoured me, dragging every ounce of air from my lungs until I didn’t know if I was alive or drowning. My body melted into his, pliant and needy, but then he shifted, and before I knew it, the world tilted.
Ronny stood, lifting me with ease, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His mouth never left mine—hungry, relentless, his teeth tugging at my lips, his tongue claiming me over and over.
I gasped into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders as he carried me through the dim space like I weighed nothing. Every step he took vibrated through me—his strength, his command, the sheer inevitability of where this was going.
He pushed a door open with his shoulder, kicked it shut behind us, and the next second, I was falling.
Onto his bed.
A squeal slipped from my throat before I could stop it, half-shocked, half-thrilled. The soft mattress caught me, bouncing lightly beneath me, and I couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped. I was giddy—almost wild with it.
His eyes burned down at me, molten and dangerous, and I knew that laugh had only fed his hunger. He crawled onto the bed after me, predator and prey collapsing into one. His hands found my breasts through the thin fabric of my blouse, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp.
The heat that jolted through me was unbearable, electric. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I arched against him, moaning into his mouth as he kissed me like he was starved.
But I had been holding onto a fantasy for far too long, and tonight I wasn’t going to let it slip away. Not when I finally had him beneath me.
I pushed at his chest—just enough pressure to make him pause. For a split second, his brows furrowed, his jaw tightening like he thought I was pulling away.
But then I shoved harder, and he let me.
His body fell back against the mattress, strong and unresisting, giving me the control I’d craved without realizing it. His lips curled into the faintest smirk, like he knew exactly what I was doing, and he was going to let me.
My pulse thundered in my ears as I swung a leg over him, straddling his hips. The hard, thick ridge of his cock pressed up against me through his pants, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat. The friction was maddening, even through the layers of fabric.
He groaned, deep and guttural, his hands gripping my thighs as I rolled my hips down against him. The sound of him—raw, helpless—sent fire racing down my spine.
“You’re playing with fire, Liliana,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with restraint.
Good. I wanted to.
I leaned forward, lips brushing his ear, my voice a whisper meant to torment. “Maybe I like the burn.”
His answering growl vibrated against my skin, but before he could flip me back beneath him, I shifted lower, trailing my mouth down his neck.
His breath hitched as my lips found his pulse. I sucked there, hard, my teeth grazing his skin, and he cursed under his breath, his fingers tightening on my thighs.
I kissed lower, dragging my mouth over the broad expanse of his chest, licking at the ink sprawled across his skin. I’d always wanted to—always wondered how it would feel with my tongue on his tattooed body.
The answer was salt and heat and Ronny.
I licked a slow path over the lines of black, tracing the designs like I was committing them to memory. His chest rose and fell sharply beneath me, every shallow breath betraying how much he felt it.
When I flicked my tongue over his nipple, his head fell back, a ragged sound ripping from his throat. I nipped at the sensitive bud before sucking it between my lips, and his hand flew into my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan around him.
“Fuck, Liliana,” he groaned, hips jerking beneath me. The hardness pressing against me throbbed with every pulse, demanding attention.
And I was more than ready to give it.
I kissed lower, down his stomach, over the ridges of muscle that clenched tight beneath my lips. Every inch of him was carved perfection, but what had my mouth watering was what waited below.
Sliding down the bed, I settled on my knees between his spread thighs. His eyes followed me, hooded and dark, watching like a predator about to snap, but his body betrayed him—tense, desperate, hungry.
My fingers found his belt, unbuckling it slowly, deliberately, torturing him as much as myself. His breath grew heavier with each movement until I tugged the leather free and popped open the button of his pants.
The zipper slid down with a hiss, and the thick length of him sprang free, hard and swollen.
My lips parted, and I bit my bottom lip, heat flooding me at the sheer size of him. Big. Thick. Beautiful. My pulse thudded between my thighs just looking at him.
He smirked when he saw my reaction, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. “Like what you see?” His voice was low, cocky, but I could hear the strain laced through it.
Instead of answering, I leaned forward and licked.
Just the head, a slow flick of my tongue over the slick precum that beaded there.
“Fuck!” he cursed, his stomach clenching as his head fell back, his hand tightening in my hair.
The taste of him exploded on my tongue—salty, hot, intoxicating. I licked again, circling the swollen head before wrapping my lips around it and sucking lightly.
His groan was feral, guttural, his hips jerking up despite his effort to stay still.
I smirked around him, then slid my mouth lower, taking more of him in inch by inch until my jaw ached and my throat stretched around him.
“Shit,” he hissed, his voice breaking as his grip on my hair tightened. His hips rocked up involuntarily, feeding me more, and I gagged around him before forcing myself to relax, to take him deeper.
The sounds spilling from him were worth every tear prickling my eyes, every ache in my throat. He groaned and cursed, raw and unrestrained, his control slipping with every flick of my tongue and every hollow of my cheeks.
“Liliana—fuck—you’re gonna kill me,” he panted, hips thrusting harder, deeper. His cock slid in and out of my mouth brutally, stretching my throat until spit dripped down my chin.
But I didn’t stop.
I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan louder, his head thrown back, his abs clenching tight with every thrust.
“Don’t stop,” he growled, voice wrecked, broken, his hand fisting my hair as he fucked into my mouth harder. “Don’t you fucking stop—”
I hollowed my cheeks, took him deeper, my throat swallowing around him as his curses grew harsher, rougher. His entire body went rigid, his thighs trembling beneath my hands as I gripped them for balance.
Then he exploded.
Hot cum poured down my throat, thick and salty, and I swallowed greedily, moaning as he kept thrusting, forcing every drop down. Some spilled past my lips, dripping onto my chin, my chest, a mess of him marking me.
His groan echoed through the room, guttural, broken, his body jerking as he emptied into me.
Finally, I pulled back, licking my lips slowly, deliberately, meeting his wild, dark eyes with a wicked smirk.
I dragged my tongue over my bottom lip, catching the last drop before whispering, smug and breathless, “Delicious.”
He stared at me like I was the most dangerous thing he’d ever seen—and the only thing he’d ever wanted.
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