RONAN
Her hand stopped stroking me suddenly, and her voice became almost desperate. "Ronan, I can't... I need..."
I didn't waste a second. Grabbing her hands, I spun her around so that her back was to me again, positioning her between my legs. "You think you can tease me and get away with it?" I growled into her ear, reaching around to grasp her breast roughly.
Her breath hitched. "Ronan, what are you—"
"Shh," I commanded, silencing her the way she'd done to me earlier. "You've had your fun. Now it's my turn."
I took her hand and placed it back on my cock, guiding her to continue stroking me. "Don't stop," I ordered, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Keep going exactly like that."
With my free hand, I slid between her legs, finding her core slick and swollen with need. "So wet," I murmured appreciatively. "Is this all for me?"