STORY 44: GRINDING MY WET CUT ON RONAN(I)

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Chapter 1 Elara pov “Ronan, you have no idea how bad I want to just grab you right now,” I said, my voice coming out breathy as I sprawled on the couch next to him, the living room dim from the single lamp we left on. My heart pounded in my chest, that ache between my legs throbbing harder with every word we tossed back and forth tonight. We had been at it for hours, teasing each other with these dirty jokes that started innocent but turned into full on fantasies about what we would do if we ever crossed that line. He was staying over because his place had some plumbing issue, and now here we were, just the two of us, the air thick with this tension that made my skin tingle. He turned his head, those dark eyes locking onto mine, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Oh yeah? Tel

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