Page 116 of Starting Over

My body thrummed, and my pussy clenched around him.

“Yes, Reenie. I want to watch you come on my cock. Let me feel you soak my dick.” Declan thrust faster.

My chest began to heave. I felt the familiar tingle spreading out from my core. Explosions of light broke behind my eyes, like tiny bursts of energy. But when Declan pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing small, firm circles, my body became a fiery frenzy of pleasure.

My body tensed, and my mouth hung open as the waves of pleasure swept me away. When my body finally settled, Declan let my legs fall, pulling out of me.

I laid there, unable to move, when suddenly I was being flipped over and Declan grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up as he sank into me again.

“Declan, I can’t.”

“You can, baby. One more.”

“I can’t. I’ll just lay here. Do what you have to do,” I cried.

“Not a chance.”

Declan reached under me. With his hand between my breasts, he lifted me so my back was against his chest. His hand moved to my throat, holding me against him while he entered and withdrew over and over, once again hitting my insides in ways I never knew possible. I felt the fire coursing through me again.

“Come on, baby, give me one more. Squeeze my cock. I want your pussy to strangle me and suck me dry.”

“Declan!”

“That’s it, baby, I want you to scream my name. My name, Reenie!”

“Declan, I... oh God... DECLAN!”

I felt him falter as I screamed out his name. His hand moved to my back, and he pushed me into the mattress. He began to piston in and out quickly, before he went rigid, buried deep inside of me as he exploded with his own release, painting my insides.

Declan collapsed over me, panting so hard I was concerned for his heart. Hey, we weren’t as young as we used to be, and what I just experienced was probably not meant for couples our age.

Declan pulled me close to him, wrapping me in his arms as we both drifted off to sleep, satisfied in a way I had never felt before.

Not long after we had fallen asleep, a scratching noise, followed by whimpering woke me. Quietly slipping out of bedso as not to wake Declan, I opened the bedroom door and was greeted by Tucker.

Chuckling, I told him to come in, and he hopped up on the bed. Tucker had been sleeping in bed with me since Banshee brought him here, and I wasn’t changing that simply because I had a guest.

When Tucker launched himself on the bed, I heard a grunt and then a groan.

“I’m gonna fucking kill Banshee.”

“Why?” I climbed back into the bed and snuggled up to Declan. Tucker decided he wanted to snuggle as well, and he wormed his way between us. His cold, wet nose rubbed against Declan’s cheek.

Opening one eye to peek at me, he groaned, “He’s why. Tucker, floor!” he said firmly, pointing to the floor.

Tucker jumped off the bed and sat on the floor, watching us.

“That’s not fair. He sleeps here with me.”

“Not anymore. We will get him a bed for the corner.”

“You don’t get to decide where my dog sleeps.” I smacked his chest, and he caught my hand in his.

Pulling me across his chest, he whispered, “That dog is not sleeping in this bed while you’re riding my cock. So, choose wisely, baby.”

I bit my lip, then looked at Tucker. He was sitting on the rug at the end of the bed. I looked back at Declan and saw the heat in his eyes.

“Lay down, Tucker.” I smiled, and Declan pulled me over so I straddled him.

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