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“Anytime you’re uncomfortable with anything I’m doing at all, you can tell me to stop.” His thumb rubs soothing strokes along my cheek, keeping me in place with that firm grip. “I can see it in you, too. The pain you’re trying to bury.”
My head shakes with agreement. So much pain and hurt. I just want it gone. I know grief isn’t predictable. I can do fine one day and the next it can bring me to my knees, struggling to take in oxygen, but I want more of the good days, for the bad days to be rare.
“Say it.” He cuts into my thoughts.
“If I want to stop, I just have to tell you.”
“Perfect.” He releases my face, removes my hands from his arm, and guides them along the rippled muscles of his chest and stomach until we reach the waistband of his slacks.
He doesn’t have to tell me what to do next. I undo the button and reach into the black boxers. My thumb runs along the head of his cock. I massage a bead of pre-cum into the velvet flesh before fisting him.
“Oh my God,” I gasp when I reach a cold metal ball sticking out. His dick is thick, it’s long, and it’s fucking pierced.Holy fucking hell.“Is it tattooed too?”
He peers down at me, a smug grin peeking through his beard. “Get on your knees and find out.”
I don’t move right away, so he takes a fistful of hair and nudges me to drop onto the tiled floor. His grip gives him the ability to move my head any way he likes, and I gasp when my cheek is shoved against his groin. The hardness of the piercings digs into my flesh. I wiggle, trying to rub my thighs together to relieve the ache building up in my core again.
“Pull him out, doll. I want to see you worship my cock.”
I swallow, my throat suddenly thick with anticipation. His grip tightens, and I wince at the burning pain in my scalp. I’m not moving fast enough for him, and if I don’t hurry, the pain will get worse. I straighten, reach for the hem of his underwear, then yank.
A pierced penis springs free. I turn my head to the side, taking in the sight of the Jacob’s Ladder. There’s no ink, just the piercings, but it’s still a work of art. I wrap my hand around the shaft, then press the softest of kisses to the tip.
Declan groans, and I peer up at him. He’s watching me with pure need gleaming in those ocean-like eyes. I shift to rub my thighs together with my desperation. My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip, then I open fully to take him inside of my mouth.
“Yes,” he says through a deep rumble in his chest.
My tongue swirls along the tip, then I take him in deep. The metal of the piercings rubs against my tongue while I move my head until he moves his hips to match my pace. We settle into a rhythm until the salty taste of his cum hits my tongue.
“That’s it, doll. Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good.”
And fuck, the noises he makes while he comes undone make me so wet; I can’t take it anymore. I slide a hand between my thighs. The slickness of my arousal coats my finger as I massage my clit.
Declan pulls me up with his hold on my head. I wince, and even though I hate how much it hurts, I can’t deny that it also shoots a thrill through me. Not knowing what he’ll do next mixed with the arousal only heightens my senses.
I can still feel the indent of his fingers digging into my thighs when we were in the car, and the emptiness right now is a stark contrast to how he touched me then. I want that again, especially now with the taste of him on my tongue.
His hand wraps around my throat. With his firm grip, he pushes me against the kitchen countertop. I squeal when my ass hits the cool granite. I shiver under his intense stare. He’s assessing me, and then his eyes fall on my mouth.
A groan escapes him. “You should see yourself right now,” he says. “With your mascara running down your face and that pretty pink lipstick all smeared.” He chuckles. “You look all used up.” The rest of his statement dies on his tongue, but I see it in his eyes.You look like my fuck doll.
Is that why he calls me doll? Why won’t he say it now? Is he scared it’ll push me away?
My stomach tightens, and I glance down between us. The pink evidence of my lips being wrapped around him stains his cock. He squeezes around my neck, commanding my attention back to his face. Then he releases me and steps back. Its not tight and I can still breath, not like the day I was hurt. His touch is completely different than those monsters.
My heart hammers as nerves settle in the pit of my stomach. This man is huge. He’s tall with broad shoulders and muscled arms. He could crush my windpipe with minimal effort. And he’s staring at me with an intensity that should be off-putting. The silence in the room isn’t helping settle the anxiety.
“Take your skirt off.”
I grab the zipper on the side of my waist and tug. The material falls to the floor with a thud.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the counter and bend over.”
I don’t hesitate. Following his instruction is too easy. He knows what he wants from me and requests it with clear direction. A warm hand settles on my back.
“I need to grab a condom,” he starts. “Don’tfuckingmove. I’ll be right back.”
Chapter Fifteen
