Page 117 of Trying Sophie

With his hands and mouth, Declan brought me to the exquisite edge between pleasure and pain. Twisting one nipple between his fingers as he suckled the other, his eyes met mine, daring me to look away. I couldn’t. His raw, naked need held me captive. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged me away.

His chest sawing in and out with ragged breaths, he growled, “You don’t even know what I want to do to you.”

“Show me then,” I challenged. “Show me everything.”

He kissed me again, the stubble of his chin abrading my skin, and cupped my pussy in his palm before sliding a finger into my slit.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said, sucking his finger into his mouth and licking it clean.

“Lay down,” he ordered, pushing me onto my back. Grabbing my legs, he forced them up until my thighs rested against my chest, leaving me completely exposed. “Hold your legs like this until I say you can let go,” he instructed before diving down to lick the entire length of my seam.

Drawing my clit into his mouth, he sucked it and fingered my pussy until I was panting, writhing, and keening. When my grip started to slip, he smacked my ass with one hand while he continued to twist and coil his fingers inside of me with the other.

Holy fuck! The slap—a fiery brand against my ass—had stung at first but then the burn had dissipated, leaving my skin warm and tingly.

“Keep those legs up,” he demanded, “or I won’t let you come.”

Slowing his finger fuck to a steady in and out that drove me mad, he caressed his palm over my ass and murmured his appreciation and then kissed his way across the globes of my cheeks, bringing his mouth back to my sex. Making love to me with his mouth, his tongue bandied back and forth across my clit, and sliding his slick fingers from my pussy, he trailed them south to the tight little bud of my ass. I sucked in a surprised gasp when he circled it, my juices making it easier for his finger to slip and slide over that secret place.

“I’ve had dreams about fucking you here,” he whispered, his voice gravelly with lust and pent up desire, as he stroked me. “About what it would be like to take you here. How nice and snug you’d be as I rode you,” he continued, mesmerizing me with his words and his touch.

I’d never craved the feel of someone there, but dear god I wanted it with Declan. On a strangled moan, I begged him for more without really understanding what I was asking for.

“You like this? You want me to fuck this tight little hole?”

I’d never seen him like this, but the dominant, filthy way he spoke had me crying out for more. I nodded and whimpered my consent. When the tip of his finger slipped past my barrier and he pumped into me, I saw stars. It was like the world stopped spinning and had fallen off its axis. And then all at once, a gust of breath burst from my lungs as my orgasm rocked through me and left me dizzy. As I came down, he slipped his finger out of me and went back to rubbing me in slow, sensual circles. It was too much. I wanted it—him—but didn’t know if I could take any more.

I was done, but he’d only just begun.

“I’m going to give you everything I think you can handle, but first—” his words cut off when he licked my asshole and swirled his tongue over that delicate flesh.

My back arched off the bed and I lost my grip on my thighs as he ate my ass like it was a feast. Time ceased to mean a thing and the world exploded behind my eyelids when his long middle finger glided into my hole again and he finger fucked my ass.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I chanted, the words a prayer to him and his masterful touch. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I sang as my second orgasm tore through me like a furious winter wind.

Flipping me onto my stomach, he ordered me to get on my knees. “Now grab hold of my headboard and don’t let go,” he commanded and I did as he bid.

Pushing me forward so my chest was flush against the mattress, he whispered, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” just before I felt the sting of his palm striking my ass, the smack reverberating through the room.

I bucked and cried out, but I didn’t let go of the slats of his headboard. Knowing my obeying him gave Declan pleasure, I vowed to hold tight, as if my life depended on it.

“I could fuck you for the rest of my life,” he whispered, almost to himself, as he brought his hand down against my heated flesh for the third time tonight.

I bit my lip and stifled my sob. It hurt but in the pain there was a sort of wicked pleasure too. I didn’t know what it said about me—and I was in no frame of mind to consider it—but rather than recoiling, I waited eagerly for the next blow to land.

Stroking my skin with one hand, Declan undid the zipper of his jeans and angled his cock against my pussy with the other before surging forward. When I gasped at the delicious invasion, he growled low in his throat and began to fuck me exactly like he’d said he wanted—hard, fast, aggressive. This wasn’t making love. This was primal, animalistic, carnal.

Bowing over my back, he reached around to flick my clit, his fingers and cock working me over. After a few seconds, a minute, or a lifetime, an epic climax took hold of me, rocking my world. With tears in my eyes, my grasp on his headboard loosened with the strain of trying to hold on. I was near to collapsing when Declan pulled out and flipped me onto my back and captured my wrists above my head. He fucked me hard, his hips smashing into me, and it was exquisite.

“Touch yourself, Sophie,” he demanded, loosening his grip enough that my hand could slip away.

I reached down to toy with my clit, rubbing and squeezing it between my fingers.

Changing the pace of his thrusts, he said, “That’s a good girl. My beautiful fucking girl.”

His praise ignited something primitive in me, a need to please him. A need for him to direct my pleasure, to control my needs, wants, and desires. Even though I didn’t know how things would be in the light of day, I was ready to cede complete control to him in the dark of night. Nearing another orgasm, I writhed in wet, hot abandon and thrashed against him while my sweat-soaked body glistened in the moonlight.

I sucked in a lungful of air as I came, my pussy convulsing around his dick in shuddering, clenching spasms, my body hungry for him. Ripples of ecstasy cascaded over me, sending me to the heavens before plunging me back down to earth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Declan bellowed out a guttural cry and his body shuddered as he bit down on my shoulder and then exploded, his hot seed filling me as we collapsed onto the mattress.

“I’m in love with you,” I thought I heard him say as I drifted off to an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

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