Page 26 of Bound

She spreads her pussy wider and teasingly rubs a finger around her entrance. “Are you needy for my cock? Tell me, and I’ll let you fill that tight, needy cunt of yours.”

“I need your cock,” she eyes my fist, stroking over my length.

“Press your fingers into your cunt, nice and deep for me.You'regoing to fuck yourself. Hard. As fast as you can while I count from ten. Are you ready?” She nods her response. “Ten. Nine. That’s it. Seven. Harder. Five. So fucking wet”—her fingers vigorously thrust into her slick cunt, and I groan as sheworks herself to the brink—“Three. Two. Stop.”

She immediately stills her hand, panting with her eyes full of need.

“Good girl. Again. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Imagine my thick cock stretching out that tight little hole”—Quinn groans as herhand plunges between her thighs—“Five. Four. You need my cock. Three. Fuck your pussy as I watch. Two. Stop.”

My hips thrust into my hand, needing to be inside of her as much as she wants me there.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

QUINN

This is fucking blissful torture.

“Do you feel how fucking wet you are for me? How fucking badly you want me?” he taunts. “Five seconds. I want you right at the edge.”

I thrust my fingers into my pussy as he counts, “Five. Four. Fuck yourself for me like the little slut you are. Two. Keep going. Don’t stop. Righttothe edge. That’s it. Stop.”

My pussy clenches around my fingers, demanding moreasDeclan groans from his own strokes. Both of us arefighting against an unbearable need to come as he continues to direct my edging. “Again. Five more seconds. Five. Four. Watch me stroke my cock for you. Two. Harder. Yes. Stop.”

“Please, Sir,” I beg as I watch Declan stripfromhis clothes. “Please let me come.”

“Such a good girl. Begging for what you need.” He beams down at me with pride. “One more time. Let me watch you rub your clit, and when I get toone,you can come.”

Pulling my slick fingers from inside me, I place them on my clit and impatiently wait for Declanto start countingagain. He settles himself between my thighs and whispers, “Ten.”

Fucking ten?

“Nine. Good girl. Show me how you like it. Seven. Yes. Harder. Six.”

My back arches from the couch, and guttural moans pass over my trembling lower lip as I struggle not to come.

“Fuck, yes. You’re going to come so fucking hard for me. Every bit of you exploding. Five. Knowing that I’m going to fuck that needy cunt with my cock. Four. Don’t you dare fuckingcome.Three. Rub your clit. Keep going. Two. Now, fucking come for me, Quinn.”

The release building at my core spasms violently through my body, screams rattling from my lungs as Declan slams himself into me. He thrusts at a punishing pace, grunting, “Don’t you dare fucking stop. Keep rubbing your clit as you take my fucking cock and come all over me.”

“Dec!” I scream as another orgasm rushes through me.

“Fuck… My fucking pussy feels so fucking good,” he groans the words as a never-ending string of orgasms shoots through me. “So fucking good, quivering around my cock. Be my good girl and keep coming all over me.”

Declan grows even more rigid, the head of his cock dragging along the most sensitive parts of me until there’s nothing left of me but a quivering, breathless puddle beneath him.

“Oh…fuck….” he grunts as his sweat-covered body crumples onto mine, both of us completely exhausted.

We lay in silence, our labored breaths and the ticking of the clock on the mantel the only sounds in the room. My eyelids grow heavy as Declan holds me in his arms, his lips dusting against my forehead.

“You aren’t just a good girl,” Declan wakes me, peppering kisses over my cheeks as he strokes the sweaty hair from my face. “You aremyperfect, good fucking girl. So fucking perfect for me.”

My heart swells, and a lump grows in my throat from the way he stares down at me. It’s soon—so fucking soon—but I’m barely awake and can’t stop the words from blowing over my lips. “I love you.” Declan continues to gaze into my eyes in total silence, and that lump in my throatmorphsintopanic. “I am sorry. I know it’s too soon. I shouldn’t have said?—”

“Shhh. You know who you are to me. Who you’ve always been...Mocheadsearc.” Declan kisses my lips before continuing, “My first love. I love you. I’vealwaysloved you.”

He presses his lips to mine and slips his tongue between them. His tongue sweeps around my mouth with slow, languid strokes. There is no haste or need. It’s soft and gentle—filled with his adoration—as his hands slide over my body and he pulls himself tighter to me.

Declan rolls on top of me and presses his hard length into me. When I wince from the slight discomfort from earlier, he stills, asking, “Are you sore?”

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