Page 33 of Falling for Nicole
“No, not him.”
“You wanted someone else to see it?” My fingers wrap around the sides as I wait for her answer. She nods but I won’t continue until she answers me.
Once she realises I’ve stopped, she lifts her head from the wall and looks down at me. Fucking hell, she looks sexy coming apart.
Raising an eyebrow, I wait for her answer.
“You…I wanted you to fucking see it.”
Her anger is still burning bright behind her eyes, and I fucking love it. I rip the lace from her body before lifting one of her legs to free it from the confines of the fabric around her ankle.
Looking up at her glistening pussy makes my cock weep. I fight the urge to just fuck her and find my own release, but the selfish arsehole within me disappears in my need to watch her totally fall apart under my hands.
I feel her stare as I spread her legs. I see apprehension fill her eyes and it’s almost as endearing to me as her anger.
“You ready to scream my name, Gingernut?”
I don’t give her time to answer; instead I lean forward, part her, and suck on her clit—hard.
“Shit, fuck, Declan,” she squeals above me and my chest puffs out with pride.
When she starts really begging, I slide two fingers into her until I hit that magic spot that will ensure that everyone in a five mile radius will know she’s mine.
“DECLAN,” she screams as her orgasm hits. Her body pulsates against me and I continue sucking at her to ensure I drag out every last drop of pleasure.
I catch her body just in time for it collapse when I pull back. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before lifting her and laying her down on my desk.
I take a step back and look at her laid out before me. Her hair is a wild mess hanging over the edge, her tits bounce with her laboured breathing, and her top is bunched up around her waist. Dropping my eyes lower, I take in her perfect little pussy, and her long arse legs that still have her shoes hanging from her feet.
Stepping back up to her, I grab the fabric of her top and pull it down her body, wanting nothing hindering my view of her flawless skin.
“Declan, that shouldn’t—” she tries to say but soon gets distracted when I drop my shorts to the floor. Propping herself up on her elbows, she shamelessly stares down at my solid cock. “Shit,” she mutters, concern filling her eyes.
“Trust me,” I whisper as I wrap my hand around myself.
“Never.”
I can’t help but laugh. She’s still trying to be angry even though the orgasm I just dragged out of her is still fogging her brain.
“Well, I guess you’d better learn to.” I step forward, line myself up with her and sink into her heat. “Holy shit, you were right!”
It takes a few seconds for her to register I said something, but when she does her eyelids open and she looks at me, the question she wants to ask filling her eyes.
“It is fucking magical.” The second she registers what I’ve just said, her eyes shine with amusement before she laughs. “Oh fuck,” I grunt as her pussy contracts around me. “I fucking love making you laugh.”
“I have a suspicion you like making me angry more.”
“Guilty,” I admit before thrusting forward and filling her to the hilt.
