Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

“I want you, Ronan.” Gray eyes pierced mine as if he could read my thoughts for the truth. And fuck him, he probably could if he demanded it with enough authority. But if he saw my thoughts, he’d know they were all clustered around him. About the things he’d done to me and all I wanted to do to him. “Then you’ll have me,” he gritted out. “Condom.” He fisted my hair, touching his nose to mine. “Patience, pet.” Thankfully, he didn’t seem to have any more patience than I did. After a drawn-out moment of looking me over with a gaze so heated he left tingles along my skin, he reached behind him to grab a condom from his bedside table. Using his teeth to rip it open, he rolled it down his length. I followed his hand down, giving his thick cock a squeeze and rubbing him through the latex. Brow furrowed with impatience, he shoved me onto my back and slid his hands beneath my ass. Cock prodding my entrance, I helped guide it into my body. Once he was an inch or two inside, I let go, and so did he. In one smooth, determined motion, Ronan drove into me fully. He was so thick, I felt stretched out, fuller than ever. He hit places that had never been touched. He stared at me as he fucked me, thrusting into me so deep, it would have hurt if I hadn’t been as slick as he’d made me. Instead, I was on sensation overload. The tickle of his chest hair on my tight nipples. Soap mixed with a hint of sweat and masculine musk. The weight of his much larger body on top of mine. My thrashing heart ...