Page 146 of Destined Lovers

Gahh, I forgot about them too. Fecking hell.

Declan turns back to me. “On your knees,” he growls, and I don’t hesitate. I fall to the ground, luckily, there is grass below to lessen the blow, and instantly I open my mouth wide while he takes himself out of his pants.

He grabs the base of his cock, pumping it hard in front of my face, then runs the head along my open lips. I instinctively stick out my tongue so he can run himself back and forth over it.

He doesn’t enter my mouth yet. After several swipes over my eager tongue, he backs up to look down at me, and I go to close my mouth.

“Don’t. I want you open and willing for whenever I’m ready to fuck that mouth of yours.”

So fucking hot.

I can’t help myself when he talks like that. I rock back and forth, trying to ease the ache building quickly between my legs. I want this just as much as he does.

He steps closer and, without hesitation, grabs the back of my head and slams his cock into my mouth.

“That’s it, babe,” he grits through his teeth. “Take this cock down your throat, and don’t you dare stop.” He pumps hard, hitting the back of my throat, and I gag. Satisfaction washes over his face while he thrusts again, and tears threaten my eyes.

He loves this. He loves having me at his complete mercy.

I reach up and bring my hand around the base of his cock—the part that doesn’t fit down my throat.

“I wish my cock was in that tight, hot cunt right now. But I won’t have my come dripping down for everyone to see. Do you understand?” he asks, not stopping his unforgiving tempo.

“Answer me!”

I nod my head.

“So instead, you will drink down every last drop of me because I’m getting it inside you one way or another tonight.”

I squeeze my thighs together and think I could orgasm on the spot. His dirty mouth is one of the hottest things because it’s typically me talking like that. He saves it, and I love it.

The head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag again, only this time he pulls out to give me a second to recover.

“Good?” He strokes my cheek with his thumb, and I nod. We might like it rough sometimes, but he never forgets to check on me.

The moment is gone in a flash when he takes my hair in a punishing grip and presses in again.

“Bare your teeth,” he spits, and I can tell he’s close. His painful-sounding voice is his tell.

I lightly graze along his shaft, move my other hand to cup and lightly squeeze his balls.

“Shit, don’t stop, Nora.”

I reach up and quickly swat his hand away from my hair. If we’re doing this, I’m going to do it right.

I bring my hands around to his backside so I can start to control him the way I want, by my mouth and hands.

Declan is in charge almost one hundred percent of the time in the bedroom, but it’s the best when he lets me take control like this. It makes him so hot for it.

I rear back and twirl my tongue around the head of his cock while I glance up into his eyes. I can see the second they darken. This is it.

Without losing eye contact, I pull his hips forward and fuck my own face.

He can’t help himself and instinctually starts to move his hips along as I suck him down my throat.

“You’re so fecking good at this, babe.” His breath picks up, and he scrunches his eyes.

“Ahh, yes!” he growls, and he’s done. No warning.

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