Page 88 of A Convenient Secret
“We will make it fit, Seagull.” He shuffles and pulls out a condom from his pocket, handing it to me.
I rip off the wrapper and take my time sheathing him. His cock is scary large, but it’s beautiful. Never have I thought I would call someone’s penis beautiful, but here we are. I slowly roll the condom down, and Declan hisses.
The sound of his hunger boosts my confidence, and I lower myself so his cock rests between my folds. I gyrate my hips, his erection creating a delicious build-up.
His belt buckle pokes my thigh, and I shift a bit before leaning forward to unbutton his shirt. “I need to see your collarbone.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Your dirty-talk game needs some work.”
I chuckle, opening his shirt. Humming with contentment,I trail my hands over his ridiculously defined pecs and chest. Leaning forward, I kiss his collarbone. “I can’t explain it, but your collarbone is sexy.”
He laughs. He laughs, and the sound is so precious, I almost forget what we are doing. He kisses me and then lifts my hips. “My collarbone is honored, but this boner needs you.”
I take his cock into my hand and align it at my entrance, but then hesitate. Fuck, it really is huge.
“Seagull, you’re in charge. We can go slowly, but you need to trust me.” He brushes my clit with his thumb and my pelvis trembles, then relaxes. Before I realize, his tip is inside me, stretching me.
The sight of our connection is mesmerizing, and it spurs me forward. I sink deeper, and this time the burn ignites between my thighs, and while it’s not too bad, it is uncomfortable.
“You’re killing me here, Lily. Your pussy is so tight. So perfect.” Every word is laced with restraint, like he’s holding something volatile inside. God, I want to unravel him. That need almost takes my mind from the pain. Almost.
I need to get out of my head. This man knows what he’s doing, and I want this. “Declan…” I pant. “I need you to be in charge.”
His gaze darkens, and he stills completely. “Areyou sure? Because I’m barely hanging onto my control here, and—”
“Take me, Declan. Make me scream your name.” The king of control is losing it, and the thought injects confidence into my veins.
“Fuck, Lily. I warned you.”
He grips my hips and thrusts up at the same time as he jerks me down, impaling me on his cock.
I cry out, but I don’t even have time to adjust or to contemplate how full I am, and he starts moving. His hands firm on my hips, he controls the tempo, grinding his jaw. And while he said he won’t be able to control himself, I can see he’s still taking it easy on me.
A part of me wants to provoke him to let go, but let’s keep it for the next time, because right now I’m so deliciously filled, I can’t cope with anything else.
He circles his thumb around my clit, and I relax enough for the pain to turn into a heady sensation, and before I realize I start bouncing, chasing my own orgasm.
“Atta, girl. Ride my cock, little Seagull.”
His hands freed, he reaches for my tits and kneads and pinches and toys with them. My knees go weak; I don’t even know where the energy to move comes from.
“Declan, I’m going to—”
I yelp, my head spinning becausehe flips us over, and I’m on all fours now. He yanks my hips up. He slams into me from behind so hard, my face deep-dives into the mattress. “Not yet,” he warns.
Jesus. As if I could… All thoughts leave my mind, because he sets such a punishing tempo I hang on for dear life. Declan rams into me without mercy, and fuck, I love it.
He builds me up again so fast, I clench around him just to cope with the overwhelming force of everything—his body, my arousal, his words.
“Please,” I chant, not even sure what I’m pleading.
He snakes his arm around me and pinches my clit, and I clench around him on instinct. “Come for me, Lily. Milk me dry.”
The wave of complete oblivion takes me by surprise, and I scream something unintelligible. Declan doesn’t stop his thrusts, prolonging my orgasm while I go numb with pleasure.
I’m boneless in his arms when he halts and groans, while his cock jerks inside me as he finds his own release. He collapses on top of me, hovering on his elbows.
“Confession,” he pants, planting kisses on my shoulders.
