Page 64 of Stealing Forever

Shoving her panties down, I push my sweatpants down, too, and let my dick spring free. Hitching her leg up over mine, I spread her, sliding the tip in her arousal to lubricate it.

She’s making a mess out of me as I glide my shaft from her tight pussy to her ass. “You’re so fucking wet, Hailey, I don’t even need extra lubricant to get you ready. Already so fucking drenched for me.”

The head of my dick rubs against her, and I wish I could see the pleasure on her face, but the anticipation of fucking her from behind has my balls tightening prematurely.

Feeling like I’m in danger of coming without even putting it in, I reach over her hip, my fingers diving between her legs to play with her clit more, winding her up because I know this won’t last as long as I’d like it to.

She makes me feral, unable to stop myself from getting off the moment I’m inside her.

Holding my dick at the base, I align myself, lifting her leg higher as I push inside, groaning in pleasure as she cries out.

“Fuck! Oh my God, Declan!”

Her cunt is impossibly tight from this angle, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut to stop from coming. “Dig your nails into my leg, sweetheart.”

“What?” she asks, breathless and confused.

“You feel too fucking good. Dig your nails into my leg.”

She does, and the bite of her fingernails is enough to hold me off. “Goddammit,” I curse.

“I need you to move, Declan. Fuck me,please.”

So for the third time tonight, I oblige what my girl wants and I rock my hips.

“Where are we going?” Hailey’s contagious laughter bubbles through my car as we drive away from the house, her vision eliminated by the black silk scarf covering her eyes.

It's been a week since the day everything changed between us, and I have no idea how I convinced myself for so long that she wasn’t everything I wanted. It’s been a long few days, and last night I decided I couldn’t wait any longer to take her out.

After making a quick, last-minute phone call with the promise of a fully paid-for round-trip ticket, dinner delivery, and a place to stay, Hartley agreed to fly up for the night to watch Sailor so I could take her sister on a proper date.

Money well spent, in my opinion.

“You’ll see,” I tease, squeezing her thigh.

She looks amazing in a hunter green mini dress that hugs every single one of her curves. She almost changed out of it, but I convinced her not to when I slid my hand up her thigh and whispered a few pretty words while I made her feel good.

I thought nothing was sexier than when she came, but then I got to witness it in the mirror, while she was fully clothed, after watching my fingers thrust relentlessly under her dress.

Fuck, that will forever be ingrained in my mind.

“Can I have a hint?” The playfulness in her tone matches the smile on her face.

“We have a twenty minute drive.”

“That’s the worst hint ever.” She laughs. “Give me another?”

“You’re overdressed.”

“Declan!” she squeals. “I told you to let me change!”

“Not a chance, sweetheart.” My fingers dig deeper into her thigh. “This dress is like a slow torture that’ll keep my dick hard all night.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Not as much as it’s going to kill me not to sink into you the second we’re out of this car.”

She laughs again before changing the subject.

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