Page 110 of Declan

“I need you to take it all,” I grunt, and I shove my cock all the way to the back of her throat, and she gags. “Breathe through your nose,” I coach her as I begin to fuck her beautiful mouth, my swollen crown brushing her lips before I plunge in again.

Her throat clenches around my hard cock, and I know she can’t take more of me; tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn’t try to remove it from her mouth; she keeps sucking, and I tilt her head up, admiring the beautiful mess of her face.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I murmur, my voice deep. “You take my cock so fucking well, Viviana.”.

A heat sign flares down my spine, my abdomen tenses, and my neck stilts. Fuck, I’m getting close. Taking a deep breath, I try to regain my control back, my mind travelling to the damnsoccer player's list, so I don’t pump harder inside her throat and spill inside her mouth; I want to come inside her. Fuck, I need to pull out, or she will make me lose my control.

I pull my cock and she fucking whimpers, a string of saliva connects my cock to her lips and I take a deep breath.

I lean and kiss her, feeling my scent on her lips, pulling her hair back in a firm grip. “On the bed, on your hands and knees,” I growl, my voice lower, and she blushes, her eyes full of desire. She pivots and moves toward the bed, her hips swaying as she climbs onto all fours. I admire her body—her cunt on full display, beautifully pink, dripping with her arousal.

I grip my hard shaft, trying to ease the pressure. I want her. I need to fuck her. I stalk her, my eyes fixed on her ass. When I reach her, I caress her cheek before slapping it once, and she moans loudly.

I lean in, licking her from clit to ass. She moans my name, and I pierce my tongue inside her hole before standing.

I press my cock against her entrance. “Do you want my cock?” I ask.

“Yes, Declan,” she purrs.

“Beg,” I demand, waiting with my cock poised at her entrance.

She hesitates; I can see her mind wrestling for control. Her hips move toward me, trying to draw me deeper. I let out a dark chuckle. “Beg for it, firecracker.”

She whimpers but finally parts her lips. “Please, Declan, I need you to fuck me. I need your big, hard cock inside me,” her voice was a mixture of desire and sarcasm. I’ll deal with that later.

“Good girl,” I groan, thrusting into her with one hard, fast motion. I hold her hips as she cries out, my cock filling her. Her walls stretching to accommodate my size. Fuck, she feels incredible, her wet, warm walls milking me with every thrust.

Her back arches and I grab her hair, pulling her back, pushing her ass higher, making me go even deeper. I bury myself to the hilt, pounding her in long strokes as she claws at the sheets.

I part her ass cheeks, sliding my thumb through her arousal, pressing it against her rosebud. My thumb slides in.

“Fuck Declan,” she moans.

“Relax. If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop,” I murmur. She moans in response, and I press my finger deeper.

My other hand moves around her, my finger finding her clit. I press harder, making small circles, and she starts to pant.

My balls tighten as her walls grip around my cock. Fuck, I won’t last much longer.

I press harder on her clit, and she bucks her hips, forcing me to increase my speed. I thrust into her in strong waves, her head tilting back as a yelp escapes her lips. Her release crashes over her, her body trembling, her skin flushed and covered in sweat. Her walls contract around me in electric pulses as she moans and whimpers, riding out her orgasm.

I need to come so bad it fucking hurts. Holding her hips with my hands, my fingers press on her soft skin, I slam into her, my eyes closing as my head snaps back and my balls explode, fire shooting up my back. A loud groan leaves my chest. My hips continue to pump; I can’t stop coming inside her. Fuck, this woman will be the death of me.

I hold her tight in my arms, not wanting to let her go.

As we lay in bed, I pull her closer to me. “Are you okay?” I ask, not about the sex or how hard she came, but about what she witnessed.

The Justice Ceremony has been in our families for a century, and it’s not easy. I remember the first time I saw it as a kid; I didn’t last as long as she did before I ran and spilt my stomach contents onto the floor.

She snuggles into me. “I am now,” she whispers, “Now what will happen?” She tilts her head up, her eyes full of hope, but there’s fear in them too.

I turn to face her, my hand caressing her cheek. “Now we start over, you and me, the right way,” I say, watching her eyes light up.

“Maybe a new wedding, where you don’t dress like a widow,” I let out a soft chuckle.

The fire in her eyes. “You loved it,” she teases, climbing on top of me, her naked body on full display. I grab her hips.

“I did,” I confess, moving her down so her entrance brushes my already hard cock. “I wanted to fuck you the moment you walked in.”

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