Page 80 of Vengeful Vows

“Bree,” he starts, and his voice comes out hoarse.

I look up at him with hungry eyes and put my hands on his thighs.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmur, and raise my hands to his belt buckle.

He lets out a long, shaking breath. “Thought you’d never ask.”

I smile, hungry as I look at Declan, as he strains against his slacks. I’ve removed his shirt in order to see if the wound still needs any dressing. It doesn’t.

And now he’s sitting there shirtless, his abdomen rock hard.

I touch him there, and he trembles, grinning down at me.

“Don’t tease," he groans, and I grin back.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, reaching inside to free him from the fabric, and he bounces forth, long and thick. I think about how heavy he’d feel in my mouth.

My mouth starts to water.

I pump him slowly to be sure he’s at full mast, and Declan lets out a low growl. He puts his hand on my head, gathering my hair into a ponytail and yanking it so I look at him.

“I said, don’t tease,” he warns.

I lick my lips, feeling the delicious sting as he tugs my hair. Pleasure shoots through me.

Finally, he releases me, and I slowly take him into my mouth, not teasing but wanting to do a good job.

He’s big, after all, and I’m probably going to gag.

He chokes out a moan when I dip my head and take him in further, nearly choking but managing only to gag a little, tears streaming down my face.

He rolls his hips up, fucking my throat, and I let him, putting my hands on his thighs for purchase.

“Oh, fuck,” he manages. “You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock.”

Pleasure settles in my lower abdomen, and I take him deeper, bobbing my head up and down, letting my saliva coat him and make the glide easier.

His breath starts to hitch after just a few strokes, and he yanks at my hair again, pulling me off him with a popping sound.

I pout. “You taste so good.”

“Want to come inside you,” he mutters, still holding my hair. “Hands and knees.”

I can’t comply fast enough.

He bunches my dress around my hips as I face away from him, lowering my panties to my ankles.

This is going to be rough and dirty, and I, for one, love it. I need something to take my mind off my guilt, my feelings for him, this mess with my father, and this is the perfect distraction.

I stop thinking when Declan rams inside me, no hesitation, and at first, it’s a tight stretch but I’m already wet just from sucking him off.

He slides in and out of me, grunting, rough and with no rhythm, but I’m reaching an orgasm quickly.

“God,” I cry. “I’m going to come, Declan, please, faster. Harder.”

He does exactly what I say, fucking me hard and fast and when I drop my head to my folded hands, he grabs my hair again, yanking. The pinch mixed with the pleasure he’s giving me makes my eyes roll back in my head.

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