Page 61 of Stealing Forever
“That’s my girl,” Declan growls in my ear before nibbling on the lobe. “I think you can handle another, what do you think?”
“Yes,” I moan as he slowly adds a second.
Pumping his fingers, the sound of my arousal is audible as he glides them in and out of me, changing angles and stroking me from inside. Scooping some of the wetness, he smears it all over, making me slippery.
A flicker of embarrassment hits me from how wet I am—have I ever been this aroused for a man before?
I don’t think so. But Declan isn’t just any man. He’s different.
My body feels it.
My heart does too.
His thumb strokes against my clit, and I buck my hips again, my back arching against the bed. He takes his time, rubbing and stroking, before I feel the tip of another finger at my entrance, ready to join the other two. “I think you’re ready for another.”
A statement. Not a question.
I can’t help but hold my breath a little as he starts pushing in a third finger. It’s more than I’ve ever taken in the past, and I’m nervous it’ll be uncomfortable, but I quickly shove those thoughts aside as Declan moves his mouth to my breast and takes my nipple into his mouth again. The sensation, hot and wet against my skin, pulls the focus from the slight discomfort of being stretched more than I have before.
I don’t tell him that I’ve only been with one other man before, and that he was a two-pump chump who didn’t care to even attempt to make me come. I gave him the benefit of the doubt a few times before calling it a learning experience and swearing off men to focus onme.
So, yeah, you could call me inexperienced—but Declan’s doing a stellar job at putting my mind and body at ease.
Sucking in a breath, I feel my core flutter.
Declan rewards me with a moan. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. Letting me handle your body how I want…fingering you like this…stretching this pretty pussy just for me.”
My eyes roll back, his words fueling my arousal even more than I thought possible.
“Did you know you have a praise kink, Hailey?” he asks curiously, slowly thrusting his fingers inside of me, hitting a new angle that makes my toes curl.
I shake my head. “No.”
“So my good girl has only just learned she likes to be praised? Lucky me for being the man to figure it out.”
“Declan,” I moan again, my hips now mirroring his fingers. I want more of him—all of him. “Please.”
“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Do you want more?”
“Yes.Yes.” I grip onto his duvet, bunching the blanket in my fists.
Declan groans, and slowly withdraws his fingers, using my arousal to coat his cock before scooping more from my body, and adding it onto his. My cheeks heat again when I see how his shaft glistens fromme.
“Don’t you dare be embarrassed,” he scolds. “This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Shifting onto his knees, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him, angling me exactly how he wants me.
Holding himself at the root, he aligns his cock with my entrance, then hesitates. His brows knit together as he looks down at us. “I should have been a gentleman, or at least a decent fucking human, and asked if I could fuck you bare…”
Oh. Oh shit.
Fuck. I’m too turned on to give a shit—consequences be damned. He just told me he hasn’t been with anyone in years, and neither have I.
Lifting my hips, I press into him. “I want to feel you, Declan. All of you.”
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He presses into me an inch, and I cry out from the sudden pressure.
He’s way too big—I can’t…I can’t…
