Page 59 of About Last Knight

He shakes his head. “No. Touch yourself. Make yourself come. I want to watch you touch your wet pussy and pleasure yourself. I won’t touch you until you come.”

Oh. My. God.

I lean back on one hand, and with the other, I move my hand down and begin the slow circles over my already wet, severely swollen clit.

“That’s it, baby. Now slide it inside. All the way in. Give yourself a few pumps.”

I do as I’m told. It’s not enough. I breathe, “Declan, please. I need you.”

He licks his lips. I wish I was the one licking them right now. “Not yet. Are you wet enough?”

“I’m dripping for you.”

“Good. Now back to your clit.”

I do as I’m told, hoping he’ll come over here and finish the job for me.

“Faster circles. You know what it takes.”

I keep moving. I’m close. I close my eyes. He lets out a growl. “Fuck, I can hear how wet you are from over here. It’s so fucking hot.”

I feel my legs getting numb. My toes are starting to curl.

He yells out, “Come now, Melissa.”

And like the dutiful, whipped woman I am, I listen and come while panting his name.

It takes me a moment to regain my senses and catch my breath. When I return from the blissful darkness of my orgasm, he’s somehow naked, in the water, charging at me.

I start to move to get in, but he shakes his head. “You’ll get in when I tell you to get in.”

As soon as he gets to me, he buries his head between my legs. The instant his tongue swipes through me, I yell out, “I’m too sensitive. Stop.”

He looks up at me, his face already covered in my juices. He gives an over-exaggerated lick of his lips. “No, now it’s my turn to have a taste of what’s mine.”

He attacks my pussy with what can best be described as fervent vigor. The over-sensitivity quickly morphs back into deep arousal. Maybe even more so than when we started.

As if I didn’t come moments ago, I’m barreling headfirst toward another orgasm. I grab fistfuls of his hair and push myself onto him. He moans into me as he eats me like a man starved.

He’s got his arms around my thighs as he sinks his tongue into me. “Oh god, Declan. So good.”

He deeply licks and bites his way back to my clit. He swirls it around causing my inner walls to tremble.

He sinks his fingers inside of me. He gets so deep. When he curls them, my eyes roll back in my head.

His lips wraps around my clit, and as soon as he sucks on it, I explode. My entire body shakes as I scream a bunch of unintelligible words.

I don’t know how he made that happen so quickly on the heels of the last.

As I come back down, I blink my eyes a few times remembering where we are. I may have woken the whole building.

As soon as Declan lifts his head, he pulls me into the pool and spears me with his giant cock. “Ah, Declan.” I’m so sensitive, but he doesn’t care as he starts right off at a brutal pace.

He turns us so his back is to the wall of the pool. “Lock your ankles around me.” I do as I’m told. His hands grab my ass hard pulling me onto him over and over. I’m gripping his shoulders for dear life.

He crashes his lips to mine. I can taste myself on him. I lick around his mouth savoring the taste. All I can think of are his words. That I taste like I’m his. That my arousal is his. My come is his. He’s right. It’s his. He can have it all.

Once again, what started off as overly sensitive, has now got me building back up toward out of this world pleasure. How does he get me here so fast?

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