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He drops his gaze to my chest. “Fuck, Marian. That’s so hot.”
“I want you,” I tell him.
He crawls up my body and then takes my legs and wraps them around his waist. I experience a moment of panic when I look down at his cock. I want it so badly, but I’m afraid I might not take it.
Declan wraps his hand around the base of his cock and rubs it along my entrance.
Chapter 8
Declan
“Should we use a —” I start to tell her when she places a finger on my lips.
She looks like a goddess lying on the bed looking up at me, with her perfect round breasts doing a little dance of their own. If I thought that Marian was hot with clothes, she’s pure perfection when she’s naked.
Her scents of arousal pervade the room.
I drag my cock up and down her slit until she’s moaning and raising her hips in an effort to pull my cock in. I have no intentions of rushing this unexpected gift. Her pussy gushes out liquids, coating my cock with them like a second layer of skin.
“Now, Declan,” she says and sways her hips in an enticing way that breaks down all my control.
“You asked for it,” I tell her. Despite the temptation to plunge into her, I don’t. I’m bigger than most men, and I could easily hurt Marian. So, I take it easy and inch my cock in slowly.
“You’re so big,” she says.
“Can you take me?” I ask her, desperately worried that she will say no.
“Oh yes,” Marian says, her voice a caress.
“So fucking tight,” I say. Her pussy walls clamp around my cock like a vice. I stay still for a few seconds to give her pussy time to adjust to my size.
I slide my cock out and back halfway in, and when she rocks her hips, I know she’s ready to take all of me. I rock my hips going deeper until I’m buried to the hilt. I lean down to kiss her and completely lose myself in Marian’s body.
She tightens her legs around me, urging me to pump faster. I break the kiss and brace myself by rooting my hands on either side of her. I drive my cock in and out of her pussy, increasing my pace until she’s screaming as an orgasm rocks her.
I like that Marian is a screamer. Her sharp cries die down to whimpers just as I roar out my release. I pump my release into her and momentarily wonder if this is the moment when we’ll make that baby she wants so badly.
I kiss her and roll onto the side, taking her with me. Our breaths come in gasps as we lie there in wonder at the magic we’ve just created.
***
I wake up the following morning and grope around the bed for Marian. I love morning sex, and I’m eager to recreate some of that magic from last night. I come up empty and open my eyes. The morning sunlight streams through the curtainless window, burning my eyes.
I sit up, and the first thing that hits me is the sound of silence. Her peppermint scent lingers in the bed. I lie back in bed, assuming that Marian is in the bathroom. Five minutes later, and I know for sure that she’s not. I grab my phone and glance at the time. Half-past eight.
I sit up with a start as it hits me that it’s a Monday, and I do need to go to work. But first, I need to find Marian. I get up and pad to the bathroom to refresh myself. Clad only in boxer briefs, I leave the guest room and pop into the next room.
As soon as I enter, I know that’s it’s the master bedroom and Marian’s room. Her scent is everywhere. The sprawling queen size bed is made, and not a thing is out of place.
“Marian?” I call. Silence answers. I cross the room to a door I assume is the bathroom. I push the door open and peer in. She’s not there. The house is huge, and it wouldn’t surprise me if she was in the kitchen and no sounds can be heard from the second story.
I make my way downstairs and through to the living room and then the dining room. By the time I get to the kitchen, my anger is beginning to rise. I’m not surprised to find no one in the pristine kitchen. There are no signs that she was even there.
My eye is drawn to a note flapping on the steel fridge door. I cross the room and rip it off.
Morning. Had to rush off to work, but I’m sure you’ll be okay. Make yourself at home. I’ll see you later.
I reread the note in mounting disbelief. Marian has left a fucking note for me as if I’m an escort she took home with her last night. Anger courses through my veins. I crumple the note and toss it into the bin. Boiling with fury, I ground my teeth and clench my jaw so tight, it hurts. I feel like a fool standing in a stranger’s kitchen clad only in boxer briefs. Because that’s what she is, a stranger.
