Page 18 of Take My Throne

“Oh. My. God.” I moan, suddenly feeling an orgasm building. I don’t know what Declan’s secret is, but the way he’s fondling my breasts is like nothing I’d ever experienced.

I cry out as Declan’s tongue and hands send me over the edge. I practically see stars with the power of the orgasm that rushes through me. My nails dig into his shoulders, needing something to help me stay standing as I luxuriated in one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had.

“Everything okay?” Declan smirks, knowing exactly what he’s just done.

“Oh, yeah.” I nod, feeling very satisfied. “But I’m nowhere near done with you. I need you inside me. Now.”

“If you insist.” He stands up and guides me to lean over the table he’s just been sitting on. His cock as solid as a rock as he enters me in one powerful thrust, burying himself in me.

I gasp and cling to the edge of the table, grateful I have it to support me. There is no way I’d be able to stand for long the way Declan is making me feel.

Declan grips my waist as he pounds into me, thrusting into me over and over, driving me insane. I buck my hips, meeting every one of his movements to help him go even deeper. This is all I could have hoped for and more. Declan and I have a connection that makes our lovemaking positively electric.

I think he is nearing climax when he suddenly pulls out of me.

“I’ve waited too long not to take my time with you,” he tells me. “I want you from all directions.”

He helps me to turn round, sitting me on the edge of the table. I spread my legs wide, putting my arms behind me for support. I angle myself to make it easier for him to slide into me. He thrusts into me, hitting me in just the right place.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he picks up his momentum again. This time, his movements have more urgency, and I know neither of us will be able to keep this up for much longer.

I cry out, unable to hold back as a second orgasm takes over. Declan closes his eyes, his own climax finally coming. He roars as he empties himself into me, my orgasm enough to tip him over the edge.

We fall back on the table, still connected as he lays on top of me. He brushes my hair away from my face, slick with sweat.

“I meant it, Ivy,” he tells me. “I really do love you.”

“I love you too.”

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