Page 16 of Black Lace

“Declan,” she moans loudly. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes, Dec!”

I continue to eat her out as she orgasms because I want her to come again. She seems to be struggling with it because she squirms underneath me, squeaking everynow and again when I hit a certain spot with my tongue.

I lift my head and tell her, “Hold still. I haven’t finished with you.”

“I can’t,” she moans.

Tiff is so composed, so in control all the time. I want her to give in to this. To me. Most importantly, I want to show her that she deserves more than a single orgasm before she’s fucked into oblivion, and I grin at her.

“Yes, you can, and you will if you want me to fuck you,” I warn her. “I’m going to eat you until I’m finished, and I’m not finished yet.”

I dive back between her legs, flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit while I thrust my fingers in and out of her. When she comes again, I get the glorious feeling of having her moan my name as she falls apart. It’s an addicting sound, so I keep going. By the time I stop, her body is constantly shaking from the onslaught of orgasms, which are coming more and more frequently.

I know she must be incredibly sensitive, and my cock is so hard that it hurts, as I move up from her dripping pussy and place my cock at her lips.

“Blow me, Sexy,” I tell her, and she immediately opens her mouth.

My cock disappears between her luscious lips, and it isn’t long before I’m fucking her mouth. I reach down to play with her breasts as I do, delighting in themoan she makes around my cock when I tweak her nipple.

Eventually, I pull my cock out of her mouth. “Do I need to go get a condom?”

“I have an IUD. Fuck me. Please,” she begs, her tone just as full of desperate desire as it was when she begged me to fuck her in the first place.

I can’t help but smile as I spread her legs wide again and push myself inside her. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world to be inside Tiffany Carter. She’s warm and wet, and when she squeezes my cock with her pelvic muscles, I almost come instantaneously.

I groan as arousal shoots through my body, then lean to kiss her again as I start pounding into her. She meets my thrusts with her own, and our movements become more frenzied until she comes on my cock.

I manage to fuck her through most of her orgasm before I pull myself out and shove my cock into her mouth. Her eyes widen before she swallows the load I shoot down her throat. I groan in satisfaction when she wraps her fingers around my cock and swirls her tongue around the head, cleaning me of every last drop before I collapse on the sofa next to her.

“That, Sexy, was fucking worth the wait.”

CHAPTER 7

AFTERMATH

(TIFFANY)

I delightin the groan Dec makes as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock while he pulls himself out of my mouth. The bitter taste of his cum lingers, but when he pauses in his movement, I make sure to clean every last drop of it from him while I look up at him.

He stares down at me, looking utterly enthralled, and I can’t remember the last time Ben looked at me like that. The thought of my ex-fiancé penetrates through my lust-filled daze like a knife to my heart.

I’m struck by the reality of what I’ve just done. I fucked Declan McLean. The same day I ended my engagement. My whole body feels limp, but despite the satisfying feeling of having been fucked so thoroughly, my mind is thrown into turmoil. We’reboth naked, our breaths loud in the room that feels far too small all of a sudden.

“I should probably shower,” I say with a quick smile at Dec, desperate for some space away from him to think.

I climb off the sofa and catch sight of my clothes nearby, which I snatch up quickly.

I can’t meet his eye, so I look toward the hallway that leads to the guest bedrooms. “Will I be in the usual guest room?”

“Of course,” he says, an odd note in his voice.

I want to look at him, but I’m afraid of what I’ll see there. Instead, I clutch my clothes to me, preserving what little modesty I have left.

“Excellent. Thanks.”

I stride away from him, my heart thumping in my chest. When I reach my bedroom, I can’t get inside fast enough. I regret this as soon as I shut the door behind me. I find myself staring at a bed I’ve slept in with Ben more times than I can count, and it leaves me feeling oddly hollow.

Ten years of my life wasted. My brain supplies the image of Dec staring down at me like I was a goddess, and my heart aches. I’m terrified that what we just did will fuck everything up. It was so fucking good, but I’m still so hurt by Ben that I’m a mess.

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