Page 118 of Tantalizing Kings

Chapter 31

Declan

I’ve had sex before. A lot. Hell, I’ve been with more intimidating looking women than Sadie. Yet here I wait, standing in the middle of the room we’ve been using when we have our time with Sadie, as nervous as someone who’s about to lose their virginity.

My heart is racing fast in anticipation; palms sweaty, stomach in knots, and my cock so fucking hard from when she was grinding her perfect ass against it.

I know the guys were watching, and I got a thrill at the different forms of jealousy in their eyes, knowing I get to be with Sadie tonight.

Her mouth has been heaven when she’s taken me deep inside it, and watching her come apart by my hands and mouth has been amazing. But this, being inside her, connecting with her in a way I’ve wanted to for so long, I know it’s going to be life changing.

We’ve been spending more time together, and each time my crush on her grows. Yet, I still don’t think it’s the time to mention anything more than what we’ve already discussed. At least not until she’s had her time with Preston, then I’ll ask her out on an official date.

Sadie looks amazing, fucking stunning in her black dress and gold and red mask.

I swallow thickly as I watch with rapt attention as she slowly starts to strip. My lips part, my breathing picking up as my cock strains painfully against my dress pants.

My hand twitches to touch myself, to relieve some of the pressure, but I don’t. I don’t do anything, not until she tells me to.

“Declan.” She cocks her head to the side. “What color?”

I blink, my mind taking a moment to understand what she means. I give her a nervous smile. “Green.”

“Good boy,” she purrs and fuck me. I lick my lips as she lets the dress drop to the floor, leaving her in only a black lace bra and panties. “Like what you see?”

“Yes.” I nod, swallowing again. “Very much.”

She walks over to me, her confidence growing by the second, and it’s such a turn on. She’s trying forme. She learned to do things to help me get the most enjoyment out of this. I don’t deserve her.

“Be a good boy and help me out of this, will you?” she asks, turning around so that I can undo the clasp of her bra.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I murmur, letting the name slip.

With trembling hands, I reach for her. But I don’t go for the clasp right away. I let my fingertips brush over the tops of her shoulders as I gather her hair away from her back, sweeping it around to the front.

She shivers, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. I smile and lean forward, brushing a kiss against her back. She lets out a low moan, and my cock twitches.

“Declan,” she breathes, her need for me noticeable by the way she said my name.

I make work of her clasp, letting it pop free before sliding the bra off her arms and down to the floor.

She turns around and looks up at me. “Such a precious boy, aren’t you?” she asks me, a soft smile on her face as she reaches up to cup my cheek. “Before we do this, do you want things sweet and slow, or do you like it more aggressive?”

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