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I want him so fucking badly.
I reach down to grab his shirt and pull it over his head, tangling his arms for a second, confused. Then he frees himself, grinning at me wolfishly. He leans over me, catches my mouth in a slow kiss again, his naked chest pressed to mine. “Someone’s anxious,” he murmurs.
I run my hands down his back, nails digging in, and savor the way he arches against me, deepening the kiss.
When he breaks away, I’m breathing hard, barely able to contain myself. Nobody has ever made me feel this way, desperate and frenzied from need.
“We’re trying something new today,” he tells me, that dark, hungry glint still in his eyes. It makes me shiver with anticipation, the way his gaze devours me.
He spins around above me, kneeling over me on all fours, and I don’t realize what he’s doing until he begins to slide my panties down. When he does, I reach up and fumble with the clasp of his pants.
He grins down at me. “I’m not helping you this time. You need to learn to do this yourself, little virgin.”
He definitely doesn’t help, distracting me with long slow kisses up my inner thigh, alternating between kisses and licks, with the occasional nip to keep me on my toes. When his tongue glides along the edges of my pussy, not quite touching my slit, I have to stop, my fingers tangled in the clasp of his pants, heart pounding as I suck in a deep breath.
Finally, I manage to focus again and undo his pants and push them down his thighs. He kicks them off as I grab his boxers and yank them down after. His cock springs free, every inch as glorious as I remember. I lean up to kiss the tip, unable to resist, and he chuckles as he leans in to kiss my pussy in response, slowly, his lips working around my clit. I arch my hips up against his mouth, even as he lowers his above mine, giving me better access.
“Remember to relax, Joyce. You did great last time. This is the same.” He chuckles and licks my pussy lips again. “Well. Mostly.”
I reach up to wrap my hands around his cock, tracing his length, savoring that velvety sensation, enjoying how hard I make him. But when he starts to lick me in earnest, pressing his tongue between the folds of my pussy, moving along my slit, tasting every inch of me, I can’t resist doing the same. I lick along the sides of his shaft in long slow motions.
He tastes amazing, salty and masculine and sexy as hell. Apparently, he shares the sentiment, because he leans up for a moment, breaking contact with my pussy to turn and catch my eye, his gaze so hot it sets me on fire.
“I love tasting you,” he says, his voice low in his throat, before he dips his head again to lick at my clit. I gasp and pull him closer to me. His hands dig into my ass, mine grip his hips, and I part my lips to draw his cock fully into my mouth.
“Yes, just like that,” he hisses before he his tongue delves into my pussy once more.
We find a rhythm, rocking together, his cock sliding into my mouth even as his tongue presses into my pussy, lapping at my walls.
Then his tongue grazes my clit again, and it sends a shock through me. For a moment I freeze, distracted by the rush of pleasure, until his hips rock toward my face again, urging me on and sliding along my tongue. I relax my jaw, digging my fingers into his hips as I pull him toward me, deeper. He groans faintly, the sound making his mouth vibrate against my pussy, and I moan in response, his cock touching the back of my throat.
He speeds up, thrusting against me, and I tighten my lips around him, pressing my tongue up against his cock with every thrust, as he licks my clit harder, faster.
It doesn’t take long for him to get me to the edge. He knows exactly how to do it, how to tease me right up to the brink of orgasm. But just when I’m about to come, he stops, pausing to grin at me. “Can’t have you finishing too soon,” he says, smirking. “Not when you still have work to do. Suck harder, Joyce.”
I catch his eye but keep sucking his cock, maintaining eye contact while he thrusts in and out of my mouth.
“Touch me, too,” he says.
I lift my hands to wrap them around the base of his cock, stroking him whenever he pulls out of my mouth.
His eyes flutter closed for a second, another moan escaping him before he leans in to suck my clit between his lips, his tongue toying with me. He slides a finger into my pussy, and I gasp, eyes widening. But he’s not done.
A second finger slides into me, then a third, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before. I moan, half in pleasure and half in pain. It doesn’t take long for me to adjust, though, and soon the pain floods away as I welcome the width of his strong fingers. He curls them, trailing down my front wall, and I cry out, arching my hips up as he hits my G-spot.
“Come for me, Joyce,” he commands, lips leaving me just long enough to say that before he starts to lick me again, fingers thrusting in motion with his hips. I wrap one hand around his balls and move my head in time with the thrusts, pulling his cock in and out of my mouth.
In no time at all, I reach the brink again, and this time he lets me finish. I come with a loud cry, muffled by his cock as he buries it in my throat. He finishes a second later, growling as his cum coats my throat and fills my mouth. I keep sucking him until he slumps against me, our bodies both slick with sweat.
My whole body tingles from the orgasm, and when he spins around on top of me, lying along my side, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into another deep, long kiss. This time, both our flavors mingle on our tongues, a taste that’s sex and sweat and all us.
But his hands are still moving, sliding down my sides to my waist, my hips. One finger slips around to tease my clit, my pussy still soaking wet, and even though I’m sensitive from the orgasm, I can feel myself starting to shake with desire again.
“I want you,” I groan, desperate.
He leans in to kiss me, long and hard, his hips arching to thrust against mine. I can feel him growing hard again, and I reach down to cup his cock in both hands, coaxing him along. It doesn’t take long at all for him to grow fully hard in my grip, and then he leans away, reaches over my head. For a terrible, heart-stopping second, I think he’s going to stop again. Tell me I need to go, just like he did last time in the restaurant.
Instead, he pulls a condom from the drawer beside the chaise and hands it to me. “Do you want to do this?”
I blink in surprise, but he’s patient, watching me, enjoying my confusion. “Yes.”
“Open the condom, Joyce,” he says.
I lift the wrapper to my mouth and bite down, tearing it open. I did this in sex ed class a couple times with a banana, but it’s been years, and this is a real cock, not a piece of fruit.
I glance up at him, unsure, as I lower the condom toward his head.
“Roll it down the sides,” he says, that private little grin still on his mouth as he watches me do this.
I obey, unrolling the condom over his length slowly, keeping my eyes locked with his.
“God, it’s so sexy how you’ve never done this before. You’re so innocent.”
When it’s fully on, he leans down again, pushing me back against the couch.
“Are you sure?” I ask him, gazing up into his eyes.
Declan laughs softly and leans in to kiss me. “That’s my line,” he says.
“Well, you like virgins. After this, I won’t be one anymore.” I wriggle a little against him, uncomfortable. “Will that change thin
gs?”
His eyes soften. He kisses my forehead, then my cheek, then along my jawline, little nibbles until he reaches my ear. Then he whispers, “I like you, Joyce,” and I shiver with pleasure, my chest tight with feeling.
“But what about the auction?” I murmur, turning to kiss his neck, as his stubble scratches my cheek. “It doesn’t finish until tomorrow. If we sleep together now, isn’t that wrong?”
He trails his lips lower, kissing down my neck to my collarbone, that stubble of his scratching against my sensitive skin as he trails his tongue along my clavicle, hot and slow. “Do you want to wait?” he asks, a chuckle in his tone.
A faint moan escapes my throat. “No,” I admit. “I really, really don’t.”
“Then don’t worry.” He leans up to look at me again, and for a moment, his eyes seem to go a little flat, almost cold. “It’ll be fine.”
Before I can ask what he means, he’s kissing me again, and I arch against him, savoring the heat of his skin against mine.
He’s right, I tell myself. It’ll be fine.
So when he kneels between my thighs, I lift my legs to wrap them around his waist. He trails his cock along my slit, coating his length in my juices, gazing down at me, his gaze dark and full of desire again.
“My sexy little virgin,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to claim you.”
“Take me,” I gasp, tilting my hips toward his, trying to draw him closer. But he’s more patient than I am. He lingers at my entrance, smirking at me, enjoying the open desire on my face. “Declan,” I say, when he continues stroking the head of his cock slowly up and down my slit. “Fuck me.”
He leans in and catches my hair in his fist. Pulls my head back to expose my neck, and kisses me hard, hungrily. “Was that a command, little virgin? I want to savor this moment.” He slides the very tip of his cock inside me, and I resist the urge to bear down and take him fully inside.
I swallow hard, nervous at the dangerous glint in his eye. “A request?” I try.
