Page 84 of Always Earned, Never Given

I look over my shoulder and watch him as he rubs lube over his thick cock then runs his hand over the vibrator with the leftover lube. “Oh yeah, I am.”

He licks up my spine and bites down on the soft spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

“Declan...” I beg. “I need you.” My core aches.

He turns the vibrator on and runs it over my clit and down my pussy before pushing it in just the slightest bit. “You’re gonna get me, baby. And I’m gonna get all of you.” He repeats the motion a few times before I feel him trace a lotioned finger along my ass before pushing against the ring of nerves.

And oh my God, it feels insane. Too much, too soon and yet, not enough. “Dec,” I pant, “I need more.”

He smacks my other ass cheek, and it stings but also sends a thrill through my body. “Whose greedy pussy is this, baby?”

I look over my shoulder and smile. “It’s yours, husband. Now take care of it.”

“Oh, I plan to, wife.” The hand that was gripping my hip moves.

Then, I feel it. He has the vibrator thrumming against my clit as he starts to push his thick cock into my ass. I tense, not realizing at first that I’m holding my breath.

“Relax, Belles. Breathe out and push back.” He clicks the button, sending the vibrations up a notch, and I inch back on him slowly.

“Oh, God,” I cry out with the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain invading my body.

“That’s it, baby. Take my dick.” He pushes the vibrator all the way in my pussy. “Take what’s yours, Belle. Only yours.” He finally works himself into my ass, and I scream out.

“Too much. Oh God.” I grip the sheets in both hands.

Declan stills immediately. “You want me to stop, Belle?”

“God, no. Just go really slow, Dec,” I tell him as I feel him start to move.

After a moment, the pleasure-pain combination turns to only an exquisite pleasure, and we find the rhythm only Dec and I know.

When he wraps his arm around my chest and pulls me up to him, changing the angle, I lose all control. A kaleidoscope of colors explodes in my eyes as I experience the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. When I collapse, I don’t even know if Declan has come. My limbs just give way beneath me.

I lay there, entirely spent, and vaguely hear him leave the room. When he comes back in, I feel a warm washcloth move between my thighs. “Dec?”

“Yeah, baby?” He cleans me up then throws the washcloth back into the bathroom.

“Good shot,” I tell him. Then add, “I wanna do that again when I can feel my toes.”

He kisses my neck and then climbs into bed and pulls the blanket up around us. His arms gather me against his chest, and I’m cocooned in the warmth of Declan Sinclair.

“We’ve got the rest of our lives, Belle.”

Before I drift off to sleep, my last thought is that the rest of our lives doesn’t sound like nearly enough.

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