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“I can’t just sit here and pretend that everything is okay when all I want to do is lose myself in you, Natalia.” His hand moved from my cheek, gripping my chin with his thumb and index finger. He positions my head to look at him directly, challenging me to look away from him. I bite my bottom lip and watch his eyes blaze with lust. He uses his thumb to remove my lip from my teeth. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers, decidedly closing the distance between us.
The moment our lips touch, a flaming rush of arousal courses through me. As he intensifies the kiss and glides his hand from my chin to the nape of my neck, a low whine escapes my lips. His fingers snake into my hair, gripping the pieces tightly to keep my head in place. In the next moment, he is pulling me onto his lap.
I know I should tell him to stop, that we aren’t ready for this yet. We shouldn’t cross this line if we are going to try and repair our fragile relationship. However, my body is acting merely on its own accord, my brain is silenced by the pleasure he gives me with a single kiss. All I want in this moment is to feel his hands all over me, massaging my sensitive and needy skin with his rough, thickened hands.
Straddling him fully, his hands go to my waist and mine rest on his shoulders. Using his hands to grip my hips, he pushes me down on his already erect crotch. His fingertips slide under the hem of my tank top, gripping my flesh tightly as he holds me down against him. The grip he uses leaves no room for release, so I slowly start to roll my hips back and forth, eliciting a throaty groan from him. Declan pulls away from the kiss and tugs on my shorts.
“Off. Now.” Excitement bolts straight to my core as I stand. I run my fingers along the edge of my stomach, trailing softly along the tank top material until I reach the hem. Slowly moving my hands up my body, I discard the flimsy material on the ground. Leaving my upper half exposed, I sweep my nails over my breasts, brushing over my erect nipples erotically. His mewl of appreciation isn’t found on deaf ears as I continue to show. Dancing my hands further down my skin, I reach the end of my shorts. I tease the hem of my bottoms, watching his body thrum with satisfaction as he palms his cock over the material. Biting my lip, his eyes snap to my face, earning me a growl of appreciation. Slipping my thumbs under the fabric, I slowly sway my hips. Shimmying the material down my long legs, I step out of them slowly, letting them dangle from my finger for a moment. Tipping my hand, we both watch as it breezes to the ground, landing on top of my tank top. He raises a predatorial eyebrow as I stand there completely naked for him to gaze at, taking in all my flaws and scars. If I didn’t already know that this man was head over heels for me, I would have bent under his probing eyes.
Palming his hardened member, I feast on his body as he lifts his hips off the couch, stomach and arm muscles rippling with the movements. His sweats finally fall into the heap of clothing where mine are. My tongue darts across my lips as I watch his hard dick spring free of his shorts. Gripping his large member in his hand, he strokes over it for several moments, teasing the head of his own cock with precum. His eyes remain focused on my body as he devours the sight of me, using my image as his own personal porn.
He sits up, reaching for me once more. Instead of pulling me back down on him like I anticipated, he drags his hands up my thighs, reaching the apex of my legs. Running a single finger along my pussy lips, it barely slips between them, already soaked in arousal at our little game.
“Look at how wet you are for me,” he murmurs as he presses one finger inside me. My walls tighten around him and he curls his finger against my G spot. “Does my baby like when I play with her pussy? Does she crave my touch the way I crave hers? Seeing you like this… so wet and needy makes my cock pulse for your sweet cunt.” My legs quiver and I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. He slips another finger inside, working them in and out as tiny moans fall from my lips.
“Does my baby like when I tease her pretty pink pussy?” I simply mewl at the feeling, relishing in his touch. When I feel on the verge of tipping over the edge, he stops suddenly, sending another hard smack. I gape at him, sexually frustrated and definitely needy with nails clawing at the skin on his shoulders. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Now, does my little slut like her pretty pussy toyed with?”
“Yes,” I gasp, knees threatening to buckle. Just when I crest, he stops again, sending one more searing smack against it.
“Yes, what?” He growls, roughly pushing two fingers back into me, working in a third easily. The air that is forced from my lungs almost stops me from answering, but I don’t want to be denied again.
“Yes, sir.” Nails threatening to tear the skin on his shoulders, he pumps his fingers into me harshly. The sounds that are coming from my mouth aren’t human, but the pleasure I’m feeling leaves me feeling high and free. I grind my hips down into his hand, trying to get his palm to connect with my clit. His fingers continue their unrelenting movements, sounds of my arousal fill the room with our own moans and growls. Just as I can feel the orgasm building once more, he removes both of them.
“What was that for?” I just about scream, looking down at him with a scowl.
Without answering me this time, he finally pulls me down on him. Excitedly, I straddle him. He slips a hand between us and guides his cock over my clit, rubbing gently before pushing it into my soaking pussy. A guttural moan echoes throughout the house as my walls stretch to accommodate his thickness. He growls at the sensation, sucking one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth, rolling the bud between his teeth while I adjust. It’s been so long since I’ve had him inside me, and damn have I missed it.
He barely gives me a moment to adjust before his fingertips are digging into my flesh, moving me up and down on his thick cock. It doesn’t take long for us to find a steady rhythm. As he slams his hips up to meet mine, he tugs at my nipple before releasing it and taking the other in his mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathe out, tilting my head back with my eyes closed, just savoring the overwhelming sensations. The grip he has on my hips is bruising, but the pain just makes this so much better.
Slowing down, I grind and roll my hips against his, taking him as deep as possible. His cock hits deep inside of me, releasing sounds of pleasure from my throat. Groaning his own gratification against my flesh, he swiftly lifts me off of his lap just as I peak for my orgasm.
“God damn it, will you stop that!” I grit out in frustration, tears aching behind my eyes. “Every time I get close to an orgasm, you stop. Just fucking let me cum already!”
Standing abruptly, he flips me around so that my back is pressed against his chest, knees spread over his. His left arm pins me against his body, while his right hand drags to the front of my throat. Mercifully, he squeezes the sides enough to give a heady feeling without causing me to pass out. “You just love running that mouth” He growls into my ear, biting into my neck gently. Keeping my neck in his grip, he sucks and bites along my throat, no doubt leaving possessive marks in their wake.
His left arm moves from my stomach, suddenly gripping my breast harshly and tugging on my nipple. A hiss falls from between my teeth, causing Declan to chuckle darkly. Using his legs, he further opens my own, exposing me to the cool cabin air. Putting two fingers in front of my mouth, I suck them in, demonstrating what I would do to him. I hollow out my cheeks, slurping the saliva that drips past my mouth on his hand. He walks his fingers down my body, spreading my pussy lips open. A small gasp leaves my throat as his fingers move to work my clit. Stroking softly, he bites my ear and squeezes harder for a moment. I wiggle in his grasp, trying to get more friction.
“You’re a fussy little thing, aren’t you? Does my baby like my fingers touching her pussy? Does she want her pussy fucked by my cock like a good little whore?” He questions degradingly, and all I can do is nod. He seems to let this go, thankfully. “You are still due for your punishment for speaking out against me.”
Declan suddenly stands, positioning us so that I’m sitting on the couch. “Kneel,” he commands, his voice gravelly. When I hesitate, he grips my throat again, squeezing harshly. Using my neck as leverage, he forces my body to stand before putting his hands on my shoulders. “I saidkneel,Natalia.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, feeling my pussy weeping with need. Giving in to the pressure of his hands, I drop to my knees in front of him, watching his cock bob. He tangles his hand in my hair, pulling it away from my face. My head feels light, my thoughts tuned out.
“Suck,” he demands, pushing my head forward. I happily take his cock into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and cherishing the tip. The low groan that erupts from his throat fuels the fire in me, wanting nothing more than to reach my hand down and rub myself. Sensing this, Declan tilts my head back by my hair. “Don’t you dare, knees spread, hands up.” Taking in his words, I realize that I can’t even create friction with my thighs to ease the tension. With his cock still in my mouth, I groan at being denied another orgasm. I feel tears start to descend from my eyes at the denial, frustration bubbling over. The vibrations cause him to jerk forward, pushing down my throat. I gag, my saliva dripping over his cock.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I silently beg him to take control. As if hearing my thoughts, I drop my hands and allow myself to relax. Putting both hands into my hair, he uses my throat as he wishes. His hips jerk forward as I take him deeply, my nose touching his abdomen with ease. Guttural, throaty groans leave his lips as I take a moment to swallow him further. Salty tears stream down my face, begging for air and sexual release. Suddenly, he yanks my head back, leans down and kisses me like his life depends on it, even with saliva dripping down my chin.
“Stand,” he commands, taking a single step away from me. Standing on wobbly knees, he eases his eyes over my body, taking in my shakiness. “Pathetic. I had you on your knees for five minutes and you’re already trembling.” In quick succession, he grips my waist, spins me around and uses my neck to force my body into kneeling on the cushions. Giving one last squeeze, he allows his hand to drop from my throat. I place my forearms against the back of the couch, bracing myself for impact.
As soon as I’m in position, his hands are placed on my hips again, drawing soothing circles on my skin. The buzz flying in my head must be palpable, because Declan uses his fingers to path lazy shapes on my back. Easing the tense, he sends a quick smack against my ass. I lurch forward at the sensation, a sob escaping my mouth as I feel my already wet heat become messier. With one quick motion he buries his cock back inside me. A gasp escapes my lips at the sudden movement, my body thrumming in silent bliss.
A pleased hum slips from his lips. “Such an obedient, pathetic little slut. Whatever will I do with you…” His hand slides up my back, grabbing a fistful of my hair. Yanking harshly, my head snaps back with a throaty groan. “You’re made just for my use, aren’t you? You like when I abuse your tight pussy, don’t you?” His other slips between my legs and begins to work circles on my clit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I sob, his cock working deliberately to push me close to the edge again. With a mixture of his fingers and cock, the knot in my stomach builds fast.
His thrusts are deep and deliberate as he yanks on my hair, tugging the strands at my scalp in pleasurable pain. The new sensation sends a wave of delight rolling through me. In this position, I know I won’t last long. Judging by his erratic thrusting and his groans, Declan isn’t going to last long either. He’s already edged me more than enough times to have me cumming in mere minutes.
