Cove
Declan has a reason to be cocky. He’s huge, and most alpha dicks are. His teeth scratch down my neck, and my hazy mind turns even foggier. My grip tightens on his shaft, and his crown bumps my clit before I move him to my opening.
Even I’m shocked when I fall on my knees, impaling myself on his thick tip.
I gasp, leaning into him for support.
The stretch is everything, but also almost too much. My body doesn’t seem to know if it loves or hates the ache currently taking place in my vagina.
“Jesus, woman. Give a man a little warning.” Declan pulls my face close to his. “Are you good? Too much? I would have prepped you if you’d given me the chance.”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” I groan, fighting against his hold in my hair to attack his mouth.
“Goddamn, I like it when you’re sassy.” He chuckles, releasing his hold enough that I can kiss him as I sink down his length. He grips my ass, his fingers stretching down to brush my pussy, and helps me rise and fall over him.
My hand fell to rest against his pelvis once I got him inside me. I relocate it to work my clit, lost to the way his tongue tangles with mine.
Declan’s beachy scent is all I can process, and I start to get floaty.
He’s so hard, and I’m so wet…
This really should be easier.
I want his knot, and I’ll have to take all of him to get to it. I swivel my hips in a circle, trying to force more of his impressive length inside me. It helps a little, but I may have been too optimistic for this endeavor.
Pulling back from our kiss, I gasp for air. Even his handsome face is hazy as I try to focus on it. “Declan… Please? I need more.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, releasing his hold on my hair. He rips his shirt off of me, and my waves cascade around my breasts.
My skin prickles in the cool air, and I feelexceptionallynaked to be in the middle of the living room on the bus.
Declan stands with me still impaled on his cock and walks to the couch. My back hits the cool leather, and I’m bereft when he falls free of my pussy. He stretches an arm to the nape of his neck, yanking his T-shirt off. Once that’s done, he tosses it into the chair and bends down, stripping out of his socks.
His heavy shaft bounces, and I move my hand to my clit. I’m not sure how that thing is ever going to fit inside me fully, but I intend on making it happen.
He’s got the thickest build of the guys, and each and every muscle moves and flexes as he gets out of his sweats. My legs fall open to give him space to settle in between my thighs.
Declan smirks, running a hand down his stomach and palming his cock. He jerks himself, staring at my pussy, and theveins on his shaft poke out. He growls, squeezing his dick and running his thumb over his swollen crown.
I’m about to beg when his knee lands on the couch cushion. He pulls my hand off my clit, keeping his other fist wrapped around his length.
The look on his face is so intense, but I’m not intimidated.
I really want him.
Every thick inch.
Inside menow.
My teeth dig into my lip as he circles my clit with his crown, holding me open with two fingers.
Did all the air on the bus evaporate?
It feels hard to breathe as he studies my face.
“Please?” My tits throb with the same empty feeling in my core, and my feet bounce against the cushion. “I’m about to have an unladylike tantrum?—”
“No need for that, princess.” Declan guides his tip to my opening and wraps his arms over my hips, grabbing my ass. He lifts my lower half, resting my thighs on his forearms. It spreads me open even more fully, which would be embarrassing, but pure molten desire is what I’m greeted with as I meet his eyes.
