“You can tell me no, but that word means nothing to me.” Ronan leans closer, and his breath brushes against my forehead. “Because I know what you really want, Dakota Stewart.” “And what’s-s-s-s,” I get hung up on the word, sending a bolt of anxiety through me. Ronan just waits. “What’s that?” He grins. “Me.” Then, Ronan tucks his hand up to the side of my head, yanking me to the inside of his thigh. My face is so close to his dick that I actually flinch back. Ronan just laughs and strokes it lazily. “Now, you’re gonna be a desperate little slut and watch me get off, but you can’t touch
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