Page 148 of Destined Lovers

He swipes his fingers through my wetness and brings them back down to my tight entrance. His eyes meet mine and won’t push in until I say yes.

I know he wants it, but how fecked up is it that we are doing this here, of all places?

Before I answer, he slowly rubs his fingers around, warming me up, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

This shouldn’t feel so good.

“What’s it gonna be, Pip?” he purrs. That deep gravelly voice does something within me, so I don’t think and nod my head. His devious smile stretches the width of his whole face in pure joy.

I lean up and over as much as I can, and we watch as he presses a finger deep into my ass.

“Oh my god.” My breathing picks up, and I watch as he struggles to catch his.

His cock that still hangs out jumps in excitement—that’s it, I want him in me right now.

He takes his finger out, adds a second, and slides easily back in. I moan into the dark night. I don’t care who hears me.

The fit is tight, but damn, does the sting feel good. This is not supposed to feel like this, I repeat in my head.

I arch my back, pressing down onto his fingers, and Declan curses out loud. His cock jumps again, and I can see the pre-ejaculate bead on the tip of his head. He’s so turned on.

“Stop staring at it,” he grits.

“I want it inside of me right now!” I yell. “Give it to me, Declan, give it to me, good,” I scream louder, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him, and I don’t care.

His eyes tell me everything. He is going to lose control any second now.

I watch in silence as his breathing picks up, then it all happens at once. He wrenches his fingers out of me, leans over, and slams into me, knocking the air right out of me.

“Is this what you want? For me to fuck you right outside our friend’s house?”

My sex clenches around him at the thought. I’m going to come already. I won’t be able to hold it.

“Feck, Nora. You feel so good, babe.”

“Ahh,” I whimper.

Knowing I’m close, he reaches down to rub my clit and picks up his already unrelenting pace.

I feel myself convulse and cry out as the orgasm rips through my body.

One, two more pumps, and Declan roars in pleasure, following me as his orgasm tears through him.

He falls to the ground, rolls me on top of him, and burrows my head in his neck.

He holds me close and tight to his chest, placing kisses on my forehead. Neither of us saying a word.

We lay a while longer, trying to catch our breath. Then I look up, and I’m staring right at the front door.

“Holy shite,” I whisper, breaking the silence. “We need to leave. We need to go home right this second.” I shuffle to get off him and pull down my dress.

I look over, and he’s still lying there and laughing with his dick hanging out like he has no care in the world.

“What the hell is so funny? It’s all fun in theory, but what if they actually saw us on the cameras? I’ll never be able to face them again.” I cry in horror.

His laugh gets louder. I don’t know what is funny about any of this.

“What the hell, Declan?”

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