Page 163 of Destined Lovers

This feeling…it’s so good there are no words to explain it.

I pick up my speed, bouncing back on him. “Oh god.” My knees start to buckle. He can’t take it anymore. He takes over, swiveling his hips, riding me deep and hard.

He lifts his one leg up and puts his foot beside me. This position has him in so deep, hitting the back of me over and over. This is so intense. I can’t take it, I want to scream and cry, but when my mouth opens, nothing but a loud wild moan leaves my mouth.

My body shakes and convulses. My head flies back as I cry out in pleasure, and the most intense, overwhelming feeling takes over my body—anext-level orgasm.

“Yesss, Feck,” Declan cries in appreciation as he holds himself deep, coming hard inside me.

We both fall over, out of breath.

He slowly pulls out, and I flinch, not realizing it would sting from his withdrawal. He reaches over and pulls me into his sweaty body. I scramble up with every bit of energy I can muster and climb over him, needing him close.

“Why is it never enough?” I cry. Why do I feel like I need even more of him now?

He places kisses all over my face, neck, and shoulder while I hold him tight.

His lips curve into a grin against my skin then he lifts his eyes to look at me. “You’re fecking hot, Nora.”

I giggle. “How hot?” I purr.

He pinches my nipple and widens his eyes. “Hot.”

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“Declan,” I moan. Oh god, that feels amazing.

Is this a dream?

I’m so tired I can barely open my eyes. Oh, oh, definitely not a dream.

Declan’s thick tongue swipes through my flesh, pleasure throbs deep in my sex, and my eyes fly open to watch the beautiful view in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I moan huskily to even my ears. He’s on a mission, thick long stroke, over and over.

“I’m going to come, oh… Declan.” My legs start to shake, but he has them pressed down to the mattress, so I can’t relieve any pressure.

He pulls back. “Not. Yet. You fell asleep on me, Nora. I should punish you, but I was starved.”

I rub my temples and look at the clock. We’ve only been home for three hours.

His phone starts to ring next to the bed, and he pauses his movement. His eyes move from the phone to me.

“Who is calling at this time?” It’s rhetorical. I don’t actually care. I don’t want him to stop. “Don’t,” I warn, but he doesn’t listen. He grabs his phone, and with a devilish grin, he presses accept and places it on speaker as he dives back into my pussy.

Oh, this is freaking naughty.

“Declan.” Wills’s frantic voice comes over the phone. “The baby is coming, the baby is coming!” he yells.

Declan stops immediately and leans back with a worried look on his face while I whimper quietly at the loss.

His eyes snap back to me and grins at my suffering.

“Aye, you okay, mate? I think you need to take a breath.” He reaches forward and impales me with two fingers. I internally groan, then he begins to really go for it, in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

Crap… I was already close, and now I’m there. Can Wills shut up and get off the phone? I can’t even understand what they are talking about.

“I need to drop off Charlotte. Marco or Lola was supposed to come over, but she’s having a fit and only wants Uncle Dec, and I have no time to argue with her.”

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