“What?” he asks and furrows his brows.
I shake my head, not wanting to voice my thoughts.
“Tell me, or we stop.” He’s lying between my legs with his fingers still pumping inside of me. When he pulls them out and comes to hover over me, I realize he means it. “What’s wrong, Penny? I can’t read your mind.”
In the next instant, he’s sitting against the pillows at the head of the bed, and he grabs me to straddle him. My pussy sits directly on the shaft of his cock, and I don’t dare move a muscle.
“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.” His eyes look worried, and I shake my head.
“No, it’s not that. I just… I don’t want you to see my stretch marks,” I confess. I look away, and he immediately brings my face back to his, cradling my head in his hands.
“You mean the ones I already saw?” he questions. He brings his hands down to wrap around my waist and uses his thumbs to trace the evidence of my pregnancy.
I bite my lip and nod. “I just wasn’t sure you would like it if I had them. I’m assuming you don’t entertain women who have kids, so I wasn’t sure if you would be put off by them or not.”
I’m flipped onto my back a second later, and Declan traps my wrists in his hands. “I meant what I said earlier, Penny. Your body is a masterpiece.”
He reaches between us and rubs the head of his cock through my juices and up to my clit. I can feel his piercing and bite back a moan. Now I know why he has piercings. The extra sensation of metal on skin is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s like being hot and cold all at once. I briefly wonder what his Prince Albert would feel like inside of me with nothing between us, but I dismiss the thought on the spot.
“Does this feel like I’m put off by them?”
I shake my head because the evidence doesn’t lie. He’s as hard as a rock.
He taps the head of his dick on my clit, and this time I do moan out. When he dips it back down to my entrance, he parts my folds but doesn’t enter me. “You make me so fucking hard. From day one, you have,” he tells me and moves his headback up to my clit to work the bundle of nerves. The piercing adds to the sensation as my vision starts to blur around the edges. It feels incredible. He dips his cock down again and coats himself with my wetness. The constant teasing has me arching my back. I want to suck him into my body and force him to give me another orgasm with how worked up I am. His bare skin on mine is making my core ache like never before, too.
I don’t just want him right now.
I need him.
His gaze burns through me as he breaks eye contact and reaches over to grab a condom. He sits back on his heels and rips the package open with his teeth, his gaze never leaving mine.
God, why is that so hot?
When he finally rolls the condom on, he steps off the bed, grabs my ankles, and pulls me so I’m just at the edge. One of his hands wraps around my throat, and the other puts my ankle over his shoulder.
He squeezes the sides of my throat just slightly, and I arch into his touch. “I don’t ever want you to think I won’t worship this body when we’re together. Every single part of you is mine. Do you understand?”
He puts his cock at the entrance of my pussy, and I’m more than ready for him.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“And who’s little slut are you?” he asks as he starts to stretch me open with the head of his cock.
A small gasp leaves me. I know what he wants to hear, and I’m willing to tell him anything at this point just to get him inside of me. “I’m your slut,” I respond immediately.
His smirk is downright lethal. “Good girl,” he says and then pushes into me, inch by agonizing inch.
Chapter 18
Declan
Her pussy is so tight it’s like a vice, and I watch her chest heave as I slowly stretch her open. She looks so fucking gorgeous it hurts. I tilt my head down so I can watch her swallow me whole and almost bust right then and there. The sight is straight out of a porno, my own little video, and it’s going to be burned into my brain for the rest of eternity.
I pull out just a fraction and then push back in, not stopping until I’m fully seated inside of her. My hand leaves her throat, and I rest it next to her head. I’m nearly bending her in half with the leg that is over my shoulder, but she doesn’tcomplain. She can’t possibly be this perfect, and I can’t possibly be this lucky.
Her hands grip the sheet above her head, and she whimpers. “Fuck me, please. I need more.”
I move my face in close to hers, and her eyes widen. Our noses touch, and I bring my lips a hair’s breadth away from hers.
