"Hmm? Why? Don't the mutton chops just make you—Ugghn!" I arched as Ronan thrust in to the hilt with one rough stroke. "Fuck," Ronan sighed out, his back arched and head tipped down to stare at me, flames licking in those dark eyes. "Fuck, Hazel, your cunt is the stuff of dreams." Still breathless from his thrust, I let out a giggle at the praise.
