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He says that with vicious delight, and I must be crazy for taking the risk. For feeling this flushed and horny. My panties are so wet, I’m worried about him discovering it, but hey, I made my choice, and I’m gonna own it. Shame has no place here, not as Declan turns completely to the mirror, stepping behind me.
I’m much smaller than him, even in my high heels, his head above mine, his intense slitted eyes focused on me. I am the sole object of his attention, and boy, it’s overwhelming. When this is over, I’ll be drained emotionally as well as physically, but I know it’s gonna be worth it.
Declan keeps working my nipple with one hand, watching his handiwork in the mirror, while his other thumb hooks into the ring of my choker.
“I like this on you,” he says darkly, his unnaturally black eyes not leaving mine. “I could get used to having you on a leash.”
He backs away towards the bed, one hand gripping my breast, the other hooked into the ring. Once we reach the foot of the bed, he pulls on the choker, stepping out of the way and forcing me to spin around, dropping on the bed. Facing the mirror. He kicks my knees open with his leg, and rips my fishnets from my pussy all the way down to my knees, exposing the inside of my thighs. I bite my lip, staring at myself. Fuck, I do look like a slut. One that’s about to get used. And I’ve never been so turned on before in my life.
I cream heavily, a dark spot leaking into the fabric of my panties. I go to squirm my legs together, but Declan stops me with a commanding, “Don’t.”
He takes his time watching me exposed in the mirror, while I enjoy it like a perv. Declan kneels on the bed behind me, his hand slipping into my panties, his hard chest making contact with my skin. His fingers push right through the soaked lips of my pussy, which I have shaved and groomed to perfect smoothness earlier in the bathtub.
“Hmmm, you got ready for this, I see,” he grumbles in my ear, his fingers sliding back and forth between my lips.
“I wanted to give you every reason to feast on my body,” I manage, but my voice comes out shaky. The white foundation hides the hot redness in my face, but nothing does the same for my flushed chest. Sweat has broken out all over me, I can’t control my voice or the way my thighs are quivering at his touch, so bold words are the only weapon I have.
“Oh, the only feast I’ll have tonight is watching you get what you deserve, little spy.” He shoves two fingers inside my pussy, and I hiss, pushing my thighs back together.
“Open up before I chain your legs apart,” he says, his voice now a menacing growl.
He’s angry. For real. The veneer of seduction is just a thin layer over the wicked truth of him. It gives me pause, realizing he might be taking this more seriously than I imagined.
“Declan, I wasn’t going to do anything with those pictures, I was just gonna–”
“I don’t care what you intended to do with them. That’s not what’s got me all worked up.”
Shock is painted all over my face as my eyes fly to his in the mirror. “Then why–”
“Because of the way you make me feel, Mia Rogers,” he says before I even finish my question. “You caught my eye from the first day I saw you on campus. But this evening, discovering you spying on me, knowing that you want me... Fuck this.”
He inches his fingers deeper, parting my walls painfully while his large chest presses against my back. I yelp in a mix of pleasure and pain, but I don’t think anyone outside this room heard me. The music is too loud, people are either too drunk or too high, and even if anyone did hear my scream, they probably wouldn’t dare to interfere. No one walks in on Declan Santori and a woman he’s having his way with, if they know what’s good for them. I heard that much.
He grabs one of my knees and yanks my leg away from the other, forcing me to watch his hand fucking my pussy in the mirror, his knuckles rippling through the fabric of my panties. He only releases my knee to tear away my panties, ripping another yelp from me as the thong is pulled hard between my buttocks. Next thing I know, my pussy is completely exposed to the mirror, Declan’s hand back on my knee, and three of his fingers now shoved inside.
He’s not gentle. There’s something savage to his desire as he pumps me.
“How many men have been inside you before? How many cocks have fucked this cunt?”
His pace grows punishing. My breath turns ragged, and I’m unable to answer. Not that I’d tell him the truth. He wouldn’t believe me anyway. What guy would believe he’s the second? I can already see him sneer, hear him slur.
“Answer me, or I’m gonna make it hurt.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and then bites down on it while his knuckles slam into my pussy. His fingers fuck me mercilessly, stretching me beyond comfort, and my eyes fly over to the camera.
It’s angled to the side in such a way that it spans not only me with my legs spread and my fishnets torn for the man behind me to use, but also him behind me, his cargo pants molding powerful legs. He fucks me harder with his hand until I come on his hand, climaxing like I didn’t even know I could. I moan, loud and hard, my eyes rolling back and my body arching into his as I experience my very first orgasm with a man.
“Oh, God,” I cry, and I can sense Declan’s grin against my ear.
“If I didn’t know better, little spy, I’d say this is the first orgasm a man has ever given you,” he murmurs.
If he only knew.
But I can’t give him the truth, I won’t put that much power in his hands, even if it kills me.
“You want this cock inside your pussy without answering my question? You’re gonna have to deep-throat it first.”
He pulls hard on the ring in my choker, moving like a cobra away to let me slam with my back into the bed. It’s soft and warm, my body sinking in. Declan works his fly behind me and, before I know it, he frees that mean monster of a cock I’ve been snapping pictures of for weeks. I gasp and lick my lips, seeing it so close above my face. It’s long, veined and erect, the wide crest ready to inflict damage.
Declan strokes it up and down as precum glistens on the crest.
