Page 31 of Crush (Deadly Hearts 1)

ChapterSeventeen

Declan

Pushing my fingers that are wet with her pussy juice into her mouth, to serve as a makeshift gag, I stare deep into her eyes. She is highly aroused but at the same time, as annoyed as fuck with me. I want to kiss her lips and tell her that I love her, but that’s not what she is after right now. She drops her eyes and starts to rotate her hips slowly. I stifle the gasp, pulling my fingers out of her mouth. I want to watch this from afar or I’m going to do something that I’ll regret. I will ram my cock into her so hard she will scream. There are two reasons why I don’t want to do that yet. Firstly, it has to be her move. I won’t force her into taking me that way, and secondly, she is now involved with not one but two other men. Something tells me that some consent is going to have to be had from all parties before my cock goes anywhere near her. I don’t begrudge it. Not one bit when I can make her do this for me.

Her eyes are closed. Her hands splayed out on the desk as she rubs her clit against the dark mahogany. She starts to pant, almost as if she is trying to force her orgasm, but it won’t work that way. She needs to bring herself to the climax by degrading herself for me. It’s the only way she will come down from the frustration and anger she is feeling over Giselle’s betrayal, Scott’s blackmail of Layton to spy on her and everything else about this life that takes its toll on her soul.

“I can’t do it,” she sobs suddenly.

“Work that pussy harder, little girl,” I murmur.

She speeds up, riding the corner of the desk as it digs into her clit, but fails to give her the relief she is seeking.

“Please,” she begs me. “Let me touch myself.”

“No. The desk is your only tool. You will stand there until you come for Daddy like a good little Princess.”

“Please,” she rasps.

I ignore her plea. I am getting way too much out of this display of subservience to help her. My cock is bulging painfully in my pants, and I can’t stop myself from touching it. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it gently as she fucks the desk, bending her leg and raising it slightly to change the angle for the better. She moans.

“Look at me,” I whisper.

She raises her eyes to mine and her lips part when she sees me tugging on myself.

“This is what you are doing to me, Princess,” I say in the same low tone as before. “Can you see how much you are turning me on?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Yes, Daddy.”

My heart thumps as she finally relents and calls me what I so desperately needed her to. I move closer to her, jerking off faster now.

“Ride the desk, baby girl. Come all over it and then Daddy has a special surprise for you.”

“Ah,” she cries out and circles her hips faster, practically crawling onto the desk to get closer to it so it will get her off.

“You can do it, baby,” I pant. “Make me come all over your face.”

She scrunches her eyes up and then with a loud moan, the climax washes over her, soaking the wood pressed against her pussy.

“Oh, yes,” I groan and allow myself to come all over her face, splashing her closed eyelids and mouth, her battered cheek before I aim the last drops at the wood between her legs. “Now get to your knees and lick it up,” I instruct.

She hesitates, but then drops and starts to lap at the wood, cleaning up her mess as my cum drips down her face.

I put my dick away and go to her, stroking her hair as she licks the desk. “There, Princess. You see how happy you’ve made me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she mutters.

“And don’t you feel happier now as well?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Stand up and let me hold you.”

She rises and turns to me. I wipe her face clean with a hanky I pull out of my pocket before she falls into my embrace, and I stroke her hair. “I will always love you, Princess. You just need to be a good girl.”

“I want to be good. I don’t want to be bad,” she whispers.

“I know. I know.” I tangle my fist into her loose hair and pull her head back gently. I brush my mouth over hers, tasting the cum coating her lips. I don’t push my tongue into her mouth as much as I want to. She isn’t ready for that, yet. She needs to be comfortable with me again. She needs to feel safe and secure that I won’t leave her again.

Our moment is broken when the door opens, and David sticks his head in. “So sorry to interrupt,” he says, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “The Hot Fuzz is here and, well, you need to get out there and you…” He gives me a stern look that makes me want to smile because he is protecting me. “You need to stay in here.”

He does a bang-up job of ignoring the fact that Ruby still has her dress up her hips and her knickers down her ankles. He is a treasure that is hard to find. Ruby is lucky to have him. She is lucky to have them all. I just hope that she feels lucky to have me.

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