Page 113 of Starting Over

SMACK!

SMACK!

Three times, before I caressed the red handprint I’d left behind. Leaning down, I kissed the area my hand just punished. Getting on my knees behind her, I studied my handprint.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

“DECLAN!”

“Had to make the other side even, Reenie. You know how I like justice and order.”

Maureen looked over her shoulder, locking her eyes on me. The glare she tried to scorch me with was nothing more than the fire of lust in her eyes. She wanted to believe she was in control.

Not here, Not ever.

My hands reached out to caress her. Squeezing her ass cheeks in each hand, I pulled them apart and dove in. I ran my tongue over her drenched pussy. I licked and penetrated her moist folds, devouring her sweet cream.

Sliding first one thick finger into her cunt had her crying out. When I slid the second finger in, she sucked in a loud breath. Her hot, tight hole clamped down on my fingers as she came. Releasing a guttural moan that was music to my ears.

I lapped at her until her tremors subsided. Not wanting to waste a single drop. Then, I stood behind her and lifted her off the bed, turning her to face me.

“Was that fast enough for you, baby?” I didn’t wait for her to respond as I slammed my lips over hers, letting her taste her release on my tongue.

I pulled back and looked at her.

The relaxed look on her face had me smiling. Her eyes were still closed, and her breaths were coming fast still. The lines of a life well lived were evident on her face. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes that women referred to as crow’s feet were one of the sexiest parts of an older woman. It showed a woman who had lived. One that experienced life with enough joy and laughter, that her body wanted to shout it to anyone who gazed upon her beautiful face.

Cradling her cheek, I pulled her close.

“Look at me, Reenie.”

Her eyes opened slowly. I didn’t want to see the question in her eyes. The one that asked if she was enough.

Did I enjoy her?

Did I want more?

Did I want her?

“We’re just getting started, baby.”

Placing my hand on her chest, I pushed. She landed on the bed with a soft bounce. And I crawled over her.

Taking her mouth again, I slid my tongue over hers. I could spend hours doing nothing more than kissing this woman.

My lips trailed over her chin, charting a course from her neck to her collarbone. Seeing the mark my lips had left earlier, I grinned like the cocky bastard I was. Everyone would see it. King would see it; Banshee would see it. I only wish Sal was still here to see it.

My mark.

My possession of her.

My claim.

Mine.

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