His Delicious Meal
LILIANA’S POV
The taste of him still lingered on my tongue, thick and heavy, as though I’d claimed something forbidden and addictive. My chest rose and fell fast, my lips swollen, my chin still slick with him. I thought for one delirious second that I’d won—he’d lost control first, he’d fallen apart in my mouth, and that had to mean I was in charge now.
But then his eyes locked on mine.
Dark. Wild. Consuming.
The kind of look that warned me my little victory had only awakened something much more dangerous inside him.
He moved before I could catch my breath. In one powerful motion, Ronny grabbed me by the waist and dragged me up the bed. My squeal cut into a moan as his mouth crashed against mine again, hot, messy, claiming me like he wanted to drown me in his taste now.
I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, pulling him closer, needing him closer. My body was still trembling from the intensity of what I’d just done to him, but his heat, his weight pressing me into the mattress, reignited the ache between my thighs instantly. I kissed him back, desperate and unashamed, but just when I thought he’d give me more—he pulled away.
The loss of his lips had me gasping, my brows furrowing, but I didn’t have a second to protest.
Because Ronny flipped me.
One second I was on top of him, still savoring my power; the next, I was flat on my back with him hovering over me, his body caging me in, his stare burning into me like fire.
A smirk ghosted across his lips, cruel and devastating. He lowered his mouth to my ear, his breath hot and commanding. “It’s time I return the favor.”
My heart stuttered violently. My nipples tightened beneath the thin fabric of my blouse, my thighs squeezing together even though he was between them, solid and unrelenting. I wanted to taunt him, maybe whisper something cocky back, but the words died on my tongue the second he moved.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the air.
He ripped my blouse open like it was nothing, buttons scattering across the bed and floor, my gasp sharp and shocked. My bra followed, shredded in his ruthless grip, and suddenly I was bare beneath him, my breasts spilling free.
“Ronny—” I moaned his name like a plea and a curse all at once, my back arching instinctively.
His head dipped, his lips closing around one nipple before I could say another word. A strangled cry tore from my throat as his tongue swirled, hot and relentless, before his teeth tugged at the sensitive bud. My hands shot into his hair, tugging, desperate, but he only growled against me and switched sides, sucking my other nipple until I was squirming helplessly beneath him.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed, grinding against him shamelessly. “Ronny—please—”
But he wasn’t done tormenting me.
His mouth trailed lower, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, leaving me shivering, burning, begging. His hands slid down, gripping my thighs with bruising force as he pushed my skirt up around my waist. I felt his breath ghost over my panties and nearly sobbed at the heat of it.
Then he pressed a kiss to my mound through the thin fabric, slow, deliberate, cruel.
“Ronny,” I whimpered, clutching the sheets, already trembling. He kissed me again, harder this time, his tongue dragging over the damp spot already soaking through. I cried out, hips jerking up, but his big hands slammed me down, pinning me to the mattress.
“You taste mine already,” he growled against me, his voice dark and ruined. “But I’m not stopping until you fucking scream.”
My panties disappeared in a violent tug, and then his mouth was on me.
I choked on a cry, my hands flying to his hair, but it was useless—he was everywhere, his tongue sliding between my folds, hot and wet, licking me like he was starving. My thighs shook, my body jolting with every flick of his tongue, every messy, filthy sound he made as he devoured me.
“Oh—God—Ronny—” My voice cracked, high and desperate, my back arching as he sucked my clit into his mouth. My legs tried to snap shut around his head, overwhelmed by the flood of sensation, but he growled, pried me open, and held me down with bruising strength.
“Don’t you fucking run from me,” he groaned against my cunt before spitting on me, his saliva mixing with my slick. Then his tongue was back, rough and unyielding, sliding everywhere, sucking, biting, licking until I thought I’d come undone right there.
I tried to pull away, the pleasure too much, too sharp. My hips jerked back, trembling, but he yanked me forward and buried his face deeper, holding me prisoner to his mouth.
“Ronny—stop—I can’t—” I cried out, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming bliss.
“Yes, you fucking can.” His voice was rough, muffled by my pussy. He licked harder, sucked harder, his tongue flicking mercilessly over my clit until I screamed.
My body writhed, my nails digging into his scalp, but he didn’t relent. He spit again, messy, filthy, then slurped it back up, his tongue plunging inside me, curling perfectly until I sobbed.
“Ronny—please—I’m—” My words broke into cries, my entire body convulsing.
“Cum on my tongue,” he growled, sucking my clit with brutal precision. “Now.”
And I did.
The orgasm ripped through me like an explosion, violent and uncontrollable. I screamed, my thighs trembling violently as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. My body bucked against his hold, but he pinned me down, forcing me to ride his tongue until every last wave left me boneless and sobbing.
I collapsed into the mattress, gasping for breath, my entire body slick with sweat and trembling. My chest rose and fell in frantic bursts, my voice broken from the scream that had torn out of me.
But Ronny didn’t stop.
Even as my body convulsed, even as I begged wordlessly for mercy, he kept licking, sucking, eating me like my orgasm was just the beginning. My thighs twitched helplessly, tears spilling from my eyes as the sensitivity turned unbearable—but the heat building again told me he wasn’t going to let me rest.
He wanted me wrecked. He wanted me destroyed.
And God help me—I wanted it too.
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