He lifted my hips and draped me over the pillow.
“It was our maturity present. We all got one.”
“But what does it–”
Declan’s fat cock slid so slow, I whimpered at the invasion.
He growled, “Fuuuuuuck, Fallon.”
It was so hot coming from that perfectly pouty mouth of his. Declan only looked like an angel because he was absolutely fucking me like a daemon.
“Please let me make you feel good.”
“Fuck yes,” I breathed out because the wedge held my hips at the perfect angle for Declan to slide over every one of my nerve endings. He poured fire over me, flooding my body all the way to the roots of my hair.
His hips drove into me, making my ass bounce against the sharp angles of his hip bones. The growls behind mewould have been concerning if it were anyone other than my best friend. Who was stirring my insides with all the strength he gave to that whisk. The slide and stretch, more of his slut juice dripping out of me, made me pant into the pillow. The rhythm he set would end the Harrowlands.
He palmed my ass with reverence. “Honey… please let me come.”
Was he asking me?
In the meantime, he stopped, trembling behind me. “I can taste lemon and honey, my clever girl. You’re in control.”
I didn’t know that was my thing until the mini orgasm rolled over me while my brain lit up like a barn dance.
“Touch my clit,” I gasped out. “While you stroke into me and then come.”
The thrill of Declan doing exactly as I told him was just as heady as the orgasm he sparked.
His body and delicious heat blanketed my back, hips working deeper inside me, hand covering my clit to strum across it.
The wedge kept my hips up when I wanted to melt into the mattress. Hand on my shoulder, he pulled me back so his cock bottomed out just as my most powerful orgasm overtook me with the taste of bitter chocolate on my tongue. I screamed into the room and Declan ripped out, jumping about a foot in the air. Thank theGodds I was wetter than a bird bath down there or that would have hurt.
“Honey! Holy fuck! Did I hurt you? Oh no, my sweetness, my love. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.”
My arm came up to drape over half my face while I rolled over and re-learned how to breathe.
“Dec, Dec. Calm down.”
He barely let go of his hair, his lip wedged between his teeth. His dick bobbed with his anxiety, still hard despite his distress. I'd never seen a man last past the first thirty seconds, let alone whatever we were doing.
“I will be more careful next time. Where does it hurt?”
My soul, but I wouldn’t say that.
He patted me down like I would burst into a million pieces any second.
“You didn't hurt me, Dec.”
“But you screamed.” He cocked his head, holding his hands over his ears. “So loud.”
“I have a hard time believing the women in your books don't scream.”
He flopped down next to me.
“I thought that was a euphemism.”
I propped myself up, peering down at him with an overwhelming amount of affection. “What would that possibly be a euphemism for?”
