Page 68 of Always Earned, Never Given

After a moment, my mind catches up to my body, and I wrap my arms around her and lift her off the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I look around the barren basement. “Baby, I want to do this right and spread you out on the bed upstairs, not take you up against the mirror.”

She rips her shirt off and throws it over our heads. “Declan,” she pants. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me in my studio since that first time you caught me dancing. I’ve fantasized about it. We’ve got the rest of our lives for slow and sweet. I want it here. I want it hard. I want you so bad, I’m shaking.” She pulls at my shirt until she gets it off and adds it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

I walk over to the mirror and let her body slide down against the barre until her feet touch the floor, then spin her around so she’s facing the mirrors. I lift her black lacy bra up and over her head and release her wild hair to fall down around her shoulders and back before pulling her booty shorts down her legs.

The sight in front of me brings me to my knees. Annabelle Hart, soon to be Sinclair, standing there perfectly in black leg warmers and absolutely nothing else. Her tight body is shaking, and her face is beautifully flushed with need. “Declan... Please.”

“You never have to beg me for anything, Belles.” I drag my tongue up the inside of her thigh to her soaking wet, beautifully pink pussy. With one hand, I push her shoulders forward so she’s forced to lean down against the barre and pop her ass out toward me while I run the thumb of my other hand along her pussy and circle her clit before following it with my tongue. I eat her like she’s my last meal and revel in making my girl fucking moan. The soundproofing down here is incredible, which is good because there’s no whispering happening or fear of little ears catching us.

She screams as she comes hard and fast with my name on her lips.

I stand quickly and shuck off my jeans and smack her perfect ass, admiring my handprint on her delicate skin. Then I glide my hand over her perfectly round ass, running my finger along her puckered hole.

Belle backs up further into me as I dip my fingers in her slick heat before lining my cock up and pushing in. We both moan from the overwhelming sensations. “God, how is it better every time?” I growl in her ear.

Once we find our rhythm, I rub my hand over her delicious ass and trace my wet fingers back down the seam until she backs up against me harder. When I look up, her eyes are holding mine in the mirror.

“Do it, Dec,” she moans as my thumb pushes against that sensitive ring of muscles and finally slips in. Annabelle backs up one more time before she calls out and shatters in my arms with me following closely behind.

I wrap my arms around her and move her damp hair away from her face. “I love you, Belle.”

“Forever, Dec.”

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