Page 167 of Trying Sophie

For the next several moments, I gave him a lap dance to rival all lap dances as I rocked his shaft between the cleft of my cheeks, breathing deep each time he pushed up against me. When he skimmed a moistened thumb down my crack I sucked in a lungful of air. Lost in the exquisite feel of him against that secret spot, I moaned when he reached between us and massaged a tight, wet circle over my bud. With his other hand, he wrapped my hair around his fist and tugged my head back, exposing the long line of my throat. His front to my back, he bit the curve of my neck and then licked away the sting of his teeth.

“You’re a fucking temptress, you know that.”

I swallowed deep. “You do this to me.”

“What do I do to you?” he asked and I heard the flick of a plastic top.

“You make me …” I moaned when his lubed thumb breached me and one of his fingers slipped forward to tease my pussy.

“I make you what?”

“You make me feel so good,” I breathed out.

Speaking was proving difficult, as was forming coherent thoughts. I’d meant to tell him that he’d turned me into a temptress but the pleasure I was experiencing below my waist made it difficult to tie the threads of a conversation together in my brain. With another finger easing its way in and out of me in steady motion, I was paralyzed with desire.

“Please,” I begged on a strangled whisper when he added a third finger, stretching me as wide and tight as he ever had. The world around me receded, all of my thoughts and feelings and emotions centering on that one spot that hurt so good. So fucking good.

“Please what?” he asked, loosening his grip on my hair and trailing his hand down my back to rest on my hip.

“Please …” I moaned as his fingers dug into my skin and guided my movement. I let out a low, keening cry when I felt myself near to orgasm. I held off though, wanting to come around his cock. “Please fuck my ass,” I begged.

He slid his fingers from me and settled me forward as he added extra moisture to his cock. Then, he rubbed it over my tight bud for a few strokes to loosen me up. I took a deep breath and relaxed as he pressed forward, the head of his cock slipping inside, stretching me wide. When he was fully sheathed inside of me he held still and held his breath.

Holy fucking Christ!I thought as my body clamped around him and I breathed through those first few seconds of discomfort while I adjusted to his size.

Reaching around, Declan toyed with my clit while he waited for me to acclimate to the feel of him in my ass. “Are you okay?” he bit out.

I nodded and whimpered. He was huge and it felt so different from just his fingers but it was a good kind of pain. Soon the pleasure of his finger skating over my clit and the feel of him at my rear morphed into a whole new feeling.

“More,” I said in reply.

On a grunt, he pushed into me, and then waited, again, for my body to adjust to him buried so deep. He felt so good, so perfect. My body was stretched to its limit, poised to shatter and fly off into the heavens. With his fingers tickling a pattern over my pussy, I tested what it would feel like to move against him and saw stars.

“Oh god, I’m coming,” I exclaimed as my orgasm ripped through me. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Declan shouted my name and pumped in and out of my ass as he joined me in oblivion.

My body sated and exhausted, I glanced over my shoulder with a happy, satisfied smirk. “Merry Christmas, I whispered.

“You give the best presents,” he laughed just before he claimed my mouth in an unhurried, sensual kiss.

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