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He drops his fistful of my hair and reaches around to grip my throat again, using it to hold me still as he pumps his cock in and out of me hard and fast. But when he squeezes my throat lightly just as I’m about to let out a scream, I lose all control. I shudder against him and the room spins away as I come on his cock while he keeps playing with my piercing.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Let it all out. Coat me with it,” Declan grunts, but his words barely register past the pleasure coursing through me.

It’s easily the most intense orgasm he’s ever given me, and if he weren’t holding me up against him by my throat right now, I’d be on all fours screaming into the mattress.

Declan groans in my ear as he drives into me several more times and comes too, his cock pulsing inside me as he floods the condom. He loses his grip on me as he comes, and I fall forward on my hands and knees, moaning and gripping the sheets as he continues to fuck out the last of his orgasm.

When it’s over, he collapses on top of me, sweaty and breathless.

Chapter27

Declan

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my pulse thunders in my ears. I’m so spent that it’s next to impossible to move, but I know my weight bearing down on Hannah like this probably isn’t the most comfortable and I don’t want to crush her, so I pull out gently and ease back from her.

I examine her throat for any marks while I try to collect myself. I was careful not to leave anything behind, and it looks like my caution paid off because, as far as I can tell, there aren’t any marks or giveaways. Good thing too, because I don’t know what would happen if Coach Dunaway noticed an obviously hand-shaped mark on his daughter’s throat the next time he saw her.

But I don’t think I can say the same for her ass. It’s bright red and physically hot to the touch when I drag my fingers gently across the raised handprint I left there. She hisses and squirms beneath me.

“How do you feel?” I ask softly, and she rolls over slightly to look me in the eye.

“I’m amazing. I have to admit, I’ve never been brave enough to ask a guy to do any of that stuff during sex before, even though I wanted it,” she murmurs.

A flash of possessiveness surges in my stomach at the thought of her being with any other man than me. But it passes quickly, cooled by the fact that she feels comfortable enough with me—and only me—to be so open, sexually and otherwise.

I lean down to kiss her, deep and hungry. “You can ask me for anything you want. Anything at all,” I murmur against her lips, and she shivers beneath me in response as we break apart. “Where’s your bathroom?”

Hannah lazily lifts a finger to point in the general direction, so I climb off the bed and make my way across the dark room to a door that leads to the bathroom. I flip the light switch on, wincing and blinking against the sudden brightness until my eyes adjust, then step over to the toilet to peel off the condom and get rid of it.

And just like I was hoping to find, there’s a bathtub in here. Without asking, I kneel beside the tub and use the plug to block the drain, then turn on the water and use the back of my hands to test the temperature until it’s perfect. Just hot enough to ease Hannah’s soreness but not so hot that it’s going to be too much. I walk back into the bedroom while I’m waiting for the tub to fill, and Hannah pushes herself up onto her elbows and eyes me curiously as I enter.

“What are you doing?” she asks when I stop in front of her, but I don’t give her an answer.

I just scoop her up off the bed into my arms and hold her against my chest and carry her into the bathroom like the precious cargo that she is. There isn’t anywhere else to put her, so I set her gently down on the bathroom counter and she hisses at the coldness of the surface against her still-stinging ass.

“Are you okay?” I ask, and she nods.

“Yeah, it actually feels really good. But I think that water is gonna feel even better.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. Do you have any bubble bath or bath bombs or anything like that?”

She nods and taps the under-sink cabinet with one of her dangling feet. “Yeah, in here.”

I kneel beside her, my eyes drawn to her still-wet pussy, and kiss the tip of her knee as I open the cabinet to search for something to put in the water. Just like she said, there are several individually wrapped bath bombs resting inside, so I grab one and tear open the packaging, then toss it into the water with a splash. The water hisses as the bomb starts to dissolve, filling the room with the sound.

“There we go,” I say as I scoop her back into my arms. It’s uncommon, especially in apartments these days, but hers actually has a bathtub that’s big enough to hold both of us.

She links her hands around my neck, and I step over the lip of the tub. The hot water rises up my legs, and it already feels great, so I can only imagine how amazing it’s going to feel for her when we sink into it. The water displaces as we lower ourselves under the surface, rising up over both of our chests. While Hannah adjusts to the temperature, I reach around her to switch off the faucet.

“It’s sweet of you to draw a bath for me like this,” she says as she draws circles in the bubbles with her fingertips. I kiss the back of her shoulder.

“I want to take care of you and make sure you’re not too sore later. We went pretty hard.”

“You’ve already taken perfect care of me,” she says, although she tips her head backward to rest it on my shoulder. Her eyes stare up into mine, and I kiss her forehead.

“I know, but I want to do more. Will you let me?”

Smiling, Hannah nods, so I wrap my hands around her waist to pull her body closer to mine. She’s sitting between my legs, her knees pulled up to her chest. I scoop some of the water and bubbles into one hand and spill it over both of her shoulders. My fingers find their way to her beautiful hair, and I run them through it. She sighs contentedly against me, her eyes fluttering shut.

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