He spanks me again, and the pain pulls the words from me.
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “Fuck. I’m yours.”
He growls like a beast unchained and pounds into me harder until I’m shaking with the force of it. I’m dripping. Desperate. Falling apart beneath him.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
“So close,” I pant.
When he pulls out again, I nearly sob.
“Ask for permission first,” he grunts, teasing me with the head of his cock. “Only good girls who ask permission get to come again.”
God, he’s going to make me say it. I should be embarrassed. Should hate being at someone’s mercy. But I’ve never felt so damn alive.
“Please let me come.”
“That’s not exactly asking permission, is it?”
“Please, Declan. May I please come?”
He slams into me so hard I cry out. I barely last a few seconds before my orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave. My entire body convulses, legs shaking uncontrollably as I squeeze around him, clenching and releasing, completely wrecked.
But he’s not done.
He pulls out again and flips me onto my back. I blink up at him, dazed and shaking, my breath still coming in shallow bursts.
“Tell me where you want it,” he demands, stroking himself over me.
My mind reels as I consider the possibilities.
“Now, Claire.” His words are almost a plea as he struggles to hold on to what little control his has left.
I could just tell him my stomach, like every other guy I’ve been with has done.
But I don’t want tonight to be like every other sexual encounter. I want this to stay with me forever. So I give in to my baser desires.
I part my lips, not saying a word. Just open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
His eyes darken. “Fuck.” He fists himself harder, his face scrunched almost in pain. The pleasure covering every inch of him is a sight to behold. Unhinged. Unabashed.
Beautiful.
It doesn’t take long for hot, thick spurts of cum to explode from his dick, painting my tongue, my cheek, my chin. It’s messy and raw and so goddamn perfect.
“Swallow,” he orders.
I eagerly obey his command, savoring the salty taste of him.
“Does my good girl want more?”
I nod.
“Open for me.”
Again, I follow his command and part my lips.
He leans in and swipes my cheek, collecting every drop. He presses his fingers between my lips, and I suck them clean, never breaking eye contact.
