Because I’m coming.
Hard.
And it feels damn amazing.
My body clenches and hugs Declan’s dick, squeezing around it and using every delicious drag of his piercings to heighten my pleasure to one with a searing white-hot heat that alters my brain chemistry.
Even if it weren’t dark, I’d be unable to see.
All I can do is ride out the giant wave of hurtling bliss that’s rushing all of my senses at once and making me feel like I’m having an out of body experience.
Maybe he’s fucked my soul right from my body and I’m on my way to heaven. Sent there by orgasm express. Non-stop, first class. And hey, here’s some chilled champagne for the journey.
A rush of wetness spills from me and over him, making his cock slide more easily in and out of me.
“Uhhhh…”
It’s all I can manage as my orgasm ebbs away and allows me to breathe again.
I clench around him, filled with a new determination to make him come as hard as I just did. If he’s shaping up to be the fuck of my life, then I sure as hell want him to remember me too.
“That was amazing,” I pant, tugging on his hair so he lets my throbbing nipple have a break from his rough sucks.
He lifts his head and crashes his lips to mine, kissing me with an intensity that would be overpowering if I wasn’t so blissed out from my orgasm. His dick is still hard as steel and pumping into me without a hint of fatigue.
I bet the guy can fuck all night like this and never get tired.
I smile against his mouth at the thought.
A grunt is all the warning I get before he flips me, bringing me down onto the mattress beneath him.
His dick throbs inside me like he’s about to blow at any second. But he remains still, cradling my face and taking a moment to just kiss me.
I melt into him, reveling in the hint of tenderness.
But as soon as it starts, it’s over.
He straightens up until he becomes a large, dark blur, kneeling between my thighs. He flexes his dick inside me, and I whimper as he lifts my legs, one at a time, over his shoulders.
I’ve got to give it to him, he’s doing a much better job than I am at not speaking. And I know what an absolute flirt Declan can be. I’m impressed he’s been able to keep his mouth shut, other than those deep grunts and groans.
If I’m not embarrassed when I see him tomorrow from how loud I just screamed as I came, then I’ll have to thank him for letting me play out my fantasy the way I wanted.
He leans over me with slow precision, planting his hands either side of my head. The move practically folds me in half, and I whimper as he pumps his hips and slides his cock in deeper.
I thought I was stuffed full of him before, but holy fuck…
He lets out another of his sinful deep groans that speaks directly to my pussy, then pulls back and thrusts in deep. His balls hit my ass with an unforgiving thud, and my breasts shake as he bottoms out inside me.
“Oh my God. More,” I moan as he repeats the move.
He builds up a pace, pounding me into the mattress with a symphony of rich, husky groans and grunts. I’ve never been with a guy who’s made sounds before. The odd pathetic sound maybe. But not like this.
He makes each note from his throat sound like an adoration of me. Like he’s worshiping me and intends to make the most of every damn second he gets to have me.
He sounds like hot guy porn. Only better.Somuch better.
I’d almost like him to talk now, so I can hear what he’d say. I bet it would be filthy, probably hot enough to make me come again just from listening to…
