Page 105 of Cross Check Hearts

“You make me feel everything.” My toes curl inside my shoes, my legs tightening around his waist as heat starts to spread low in my belly. “Please, Declan, I… I want to feel you come inside me.”

He growls in response and crushes his lips against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. “Not until you come again,” he growls. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you fall apart. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world. “

A needy sound escapes my lips, and I nod. I’m riding on a current of pure sensation, helpless against the sensations rising up inside me. When he left me worked up and unsatisfied after eating me out, I remember thinking that it would make the inevitable orgasm that much better—but I had no idea how right I was.

It’s as if all the arousal that’s been simmering in me for the entire evening is finally bubbling over, like steam trapped in a pot for too long, and even after coming once, I’m still desperate for more. I’m so turned on that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

I cling to Declan as he fucks me harder, pressing my face into his shoulder to muffle my sounds, which I know are getting louder. The rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, and I’m certain anyone passing by would be able to guess exactly what’s happening in here. But it feels so incredible that I honestly can’t bring myself to care who might hear us.

I’m already racing toward another climax, and all that matters is that he doesn’t stop.

“That’s it,” Declan encourages as my inner walls squeeze around him. “Give it to me, hummingbird. I can feel how close you are.”

He slams into me again, making me cry out as he pushes me over the edge for a second time. The intensity of the orgasm overwhelms me, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming. He takes another deep thrust, making me whimper, and his eyes lock with mine as we both gasp for breath.

“That’s it, hummingbird,” he rasps. “Let me hear those sweet little sounds. I want everyone to know who’s making you feel this good.”

His words send a jolt of electric heat through me, and my mouth falls open as another wave of pleasure crashes over me, my third orgasm arriving right on the heels of the second.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he groans, pressing me against the door as he grinds against me. “So gorgeous when you come for me. So fucking tight.”

Every nerve ending in my body is lit up, every inch of my skin burning from the overwhelming pleasure. I don’t know how the hell he’s managed to keep it together this long when I keep falling apart, but a determined glint burns in Declan’s eyes as he keeps fucking me, as if he won’t be satisfied until he literally makes me pass out from the number of times he makes me come.

I haven’t even fully recovered before I feel another climax building, impossibly fast. No one has ever made me respond like this, and that knowledge alone makes fire dance through my veins.

Declan finds my gaze in the dim light, cupping my face with one hand while the other keeps me steady, holding me in place against the door.

“Another,” he demands. “Never want to stop feeling you come for me like this. You feel so amazing around me. So hot and wet for me.”

His filthy, possessive words affect me almost as much as the stretch of his cock and the friction against my clit. I nod, eager to follow his command even as I can barely catch my breath.

As my head falls back against the door, he slides his hand to my throat, gripping lightly to hold me steady as he continues driving into me. With each thrust, I fall farther into ecstasy, my senses narrowing until all I can feel is the overwhelming pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of me.

“Say my name when you come this time,” he grinds out through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to hold himself back. “I know you’re close again. I can feel you squeezing me.”

His words are like a knife, cutting through the thin thread that’s holding my orgasm in check, and almost as soon as he speaks, my body responds. I drop my head back against the door, writhing in his arms as the tension coiling inside me snaps.

“Declan!” I cry out his name, not quite a whisper but not quite a scream as another climax hits me.

“Again,” he orders, picking up his pace. His grip on my throat tightens just enough to make me viscerally aware of how hard my pulse is pounding, and somehow, unbelievably, I come again. It’s so intense that it’s almost impossible to distinguish between one orgasm and the next, and it seems to go on forever, my entire body shaking from the force of it.

“Declan,” I moan again as he thrusts deep, his rhythm faltering as he finds his own release. My walls clench rhythmically around his cock as we come together, the pleasure so intense I can barely breathe.

“Fuck, hummingbird,” he groans, pressing his forehead against mine. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”

We stay like that for several long moments, my body limp and spent in his arms. What feels like an eternity later, I finally float back down to reality, working hard to catch my breath as I stare into his amber-flecked eyes. He kisses me deeply, his thumb caressing my jaw, before gently pulling out and setting me back on my feet.

“Don’t move. I’ll help you clean up,” he murmurs. But instead of searching for a tissue or something to wipe up the mess, he sinks to his knees.

The sight of him kneeling before me, his hair mussed from my fingers and his eyes dark, makes my stomach do a little flip-flop. He’s so fucking gorgeous—sometimes it’s still hard to believe that he’s mine.

“Hold up your dress,” he instructs, and I do, keeping the fabric bunched around my waist.

Gripping my hips, he leans in and drags his tongue through my folds, gathering the cum leaking out of my pussy on his tongue. The pressure of his tongue feels like fire on my sensitive skin, and when he stands back up and kisses me, letting me taste his cum, a thrill races through me and I melt, shivering. He’s so fucking filthy, and I love that about him.

A devilish smile spreads across his satisfied, flushed face as we separate. “You were right about not being able to be quiet. But I like the idea that anyone walking by could’ve heard us. Now they know you’re mine.”

He kisses me again, but it feels like so much more than a kiss. It’s like he’s sealing something between us, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I lean up into it.

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