Page 59 of Cross Check Hearts

Nodding because I can’t form words, I let my eyes flutter shut, trapping my lip between my teeth as I start circling my clit again with a newfound hunger. Heat pools low in my belly, slow and steady, until it’s all I can feel—like there’s a fire catching inside me, and the only way to put it out is to let it burn.

“There you go, good girl. Just like that. Show me how fucking good it feels to have this cock inside you.”

I feel myself clenching around him involuntarily, and the stimulation is working me dangerously close to the edge. He pushes a little deeper into me, and the base of his cock stretching me all the way out makes my eyes shoot wide open. Declan’s watching my every move, his heated eyes darting from my face to my pussy and back, and there’s something about being so exposed, so vulnerable underneath him like this that makes the already deafening noise in my head crescendo.

“I fucking love seeing you stretched around me like this,” he says, but I’m so lost in the sensations coursing through me that his words sound muffled, almost like they’re coming from another room. “And I can’t wait to see this pretty little piercing of yours shaking when I fuck you for real.”

My already boiling blood rushes through my veins, making my face flush and fanning the hungry fire that’s raging inside me—for him. I can’t take it anymore. I need him to fuck this out of me, and I need it to happen now, so I rock my hips away from him and my pussy automatically grips his cock as if it can’t stand to be without him inside. He lets out a groan, his eyes narrowing as he slides out of me slowly until I roll forward again and bounce my body back against his, burying his cock all the way to the hilt in one go.

Declan growls and nods eagerly at me. “That’s it, hummingbird. Fuck yourself on that cock. Show me what you need.”

But I can’t move again because if I do, I’m going to lose it. My shaking fingers hover above my clit, too afraid to touch it because there’s no going back if I do. Still dangling me above the mattress, Declan reaches between my legs and drags his fingers across my wet folds, moaning at the wetness he finds there.

“Tell me who gets you this fucking wet,” he says with a rasp in his voice that makes my breath catch in my throat.

“You.”

He shakes his head. “Say it. Say my name.”

“Declan,” I gasp, and the word barely makes it out of my mouth before my pussy clamps and spasms around his cock.

My fingers move on their own to my clit where they furiously work it, and my legs shudder in Declan’s powerful grip. My eyes squeeze shut so hard I feel tears welling in their corners and little stars burst against the back of my eyelids as I grind my body against Declan’s in circles, working his cock and pulling it deeper into me.

The orgasm is still rippling through me when Declan drops me on the mattress and moves my legs up onto his shoulders, bracing himself against me. He pulls back and thrusts into me, finally fucking me in earnest, and a stuttering scream tears from my throat as it comes out in fits and starts with each mind-bending thrust of his cock into me. He’s fucking me so hard and deep, like he’s been holding back for way too long and just can’t take it anymore.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, hummingbird? Look how fucking deep I’m getting in there,” he grunts over the sound of his body slapping against mine, but his cock is so big and getting so deep that it’s dragging out my orgasm. The room spins in the flashes I’m able to keep my eyes open for until finally my release passes and I come gasping back into the present.

Declan stops thrusting, giving me a chance to catch my breath, and watches me with a smile as my chest rapidly rises and falls. “You doing okay?”

“Fantastic,” I answer breathlessly. My body is overloaded with sensation, so much that it makes speaking difficult. And my muscles are screaming and trembling with tension.

“Good. Don’t forget your safe word if you need it.”

Just him mentioning that is enough to rev me up all over again. Squeezing him with my legs, I pull him back into me and fight to keep my eyes open and locked on his as he slowly stretches me open. And when he finally reaches the hilt, he sighs contentedly into my mouth and starts to kiss me. But then he stops and pulls out and his hands move to my hips. He seizes me by either side and flips me over suddenly onto my hands and knees, then notches his cock against me again.

I’ve barely had time to catch up with what’s happening before his cock is pushing into me. He buries himself all the way in one go, forcing a deep, guttural moan out of me and pressing my face into the mattress. My hand moves on its own between my legs to work my clit, and the next time that Declan thrusts into me, I bite the mattress to keep from screaming. Still all the way inside, he reaches over me and takes my throat in one of his huge, powerful hands.

A rush roars through me—because this is exactly the fantasy I told him about, and he remembered. I don’t know what’s hotter, that he remembered or that he just took control like this. He’s being rough with me and pressing so fucking deep inside me with that cock of his, and while he’s gripping my throat enough to turn me on, it’s nowhere near enough to cut off my air flow. He seems to have found the exact edge, the knifepoint I’ve been dying to dance along, and teetering on it like this is turning me on like nothing else ever has.

I’m nowhere near needing my safe word. And at this rate, I won’t be needing it at all tonight.

He leans forward, driving his cock as deep into me as I can take over and over, and I whimper as I watch him fucking me hard and fast over my shoulder.

“This is what you get for doubting how incredible we’d be together,” he growls in my ear, then gives my throat one firm squeeze before he snakes his hand up the back of my head into my hair and twists a handful of it around his fist. He tugs until it stings, perfectly straddling the line between pain and pleasure, and my back arches on its own like it’s begging him to fuck me even harder.

He slaps my ass with his free hand and I can’t stop myself from crying out, both from the surprise and the pain that sears my senses before it quickly turns to a pleasurable tingle, adding to the incredible sensation of his cock pounding into me.

“You want more?” he asks, his voice rough with desire, punctuating with each of his powerful thrusts.

I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to, so I nod breathlessly, and he lands three quick spanks on my ass. I whimper and hiss each time his hand slams against the unbelievably sensitive skin, and when his hand connects one more time in perfect sync with his cock ramming into my g-spot, my body tenses with the threat of another release.

“Good girl. I fucking love seeing you like this,” Declan grunts and pulls on my hair to drag me up off the mattress until my back rests against his chest.

I twist my head so I can kiss him as he keeps driving into me, and he reaches around to toy with my hood piercing. He laughs when I shudder at his touch.

“Are you getting close?” he asks, his voice tight.

“Yes,” I pant, my eyes squeezed shut tight as I will myself not to come until he tells me to.

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