Page 115 of Starting Over

“I love you, Declan,” I whispered. “I’ve always loved you.”

His hands went to my waist, and he tugged me against him. When he kissed me, it was hungry, carnal. It spoke of years of yearning. Years of what could have been. It told me what life would be like now, with him in it.

“I love you, Reenie. Lay back.”

Declan removed his jeans while I laid back and watched. His boxers were next. I gaped at him. I had felt him against memultiple times. Still, nothing could have prepared me for his size.

Duane wasn’t small, but he wasn’t Declan.

Why are you comparing them?

Because he is all I have to compare.

Duane shouldn’t be in your head right now.

I know that, stupid.

Then focus!

I was reprimanding myself in my head. When I caught the smirk on Declan’s face as he stroked his cock, I wondered if he could read my thoughts.

“You ok, Reenie?”

“Um hmm.” I nodded, my eyes transfixed on his hand as it moved up and down his thick shaft.

His chuckle brought my head up, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No, baby. That look on your face when your eyes are on my cock makes me feel about ten feet tall.”

“Well, with the size of that thing, I don’t know how you’re not ten feet tall.” Then I smiled at him, biting my lip because I loved the way his eyes darkened with hunger when I did.

Declan placed his knee on the bed and moved over me. Settling himself between my thighs, I felt him against my entrance. Just the feel of the head against my opening had every nerve in my body waking up.

Declan took my mouth in a searing kiss before moving back to my breasts. Focusing his attention once again, alternating between each nipple, causing my back to arch. My hips lifted, trying to force him to enter me.

“Slow down, baby. Have to make sure you’re ready.”

“I’m ready, dammit.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fucking hurt me, Declan. Tear me in two. I want to feel you inside me for days after.”

“You’ll feel me inside of you every fucking day from now on,” he rasped as he entered my body, and I screamed.

“Oh God. Fuck.”

“Are you ok?”

I couldn’t say more, so I simply nodded. The feel of him as he impaled me had pushed all rational thought from my mind. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. I could only feel.

Him.

All of him as he moved in and out of my body. I could only lay there as he had his wicked way. Declan lifted my legs over his shoulders and he plowed into me.

My breath became erratic as the pleasure began to build once more. My hands fisted in the blanket under me as Declan pounded into me. His balls slapping against my ass as he lifted me higher, changing the angle, hitting a spot I had never experienced before.

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