9. Margot
9
MARGOT
I watch eagerly as Declan gets off the bed and straightens up, his hands fiddling with the buttons of his flannel shirt. My body is still thrumming, blood sizzling through my veins from my orgasm. I’ve touched myself before, but never experienced the kind of pleasure Declan just gave me. It’s like a drug, and I’m craving more—craving him. All my doubts and fears are dissolving, giving way to pure desire as he tears off his shirt to reveal his broad, muscular chest, covered with dark ink. His warm brown eyes have a wild glint in them, and I shiver, knowing what’s coming next.
He unbuckles his belt and lets his jeans drop to the floor, revealing his boxers. The size of his bulge makes me shiver as he removes the final layer between us, his thick cock springing free. He’s enormous: long and meaty, dripping with pre-cum. Something throbs deep inside me, and I squeeze my legs together, trying to quench the ache between them.
I can’t believe this is really happening.
Declan gets back on the bed, making me feel tiny beneath his giant body. Every inch of him is thick and powerful, and he settles between my legs, eyeing me greedily. His hardness pokes against my core, and I quiver. It’s so intimate. So unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“You okay, sugar?” Declan asks, running a hand over my cheek. “Ready for me?”
I nod, wrapping my legs around him. “This is my first time…but I’m ready.”
He makes a noise deep in his throat and leans down to kiss me—soft, feathery kisses that make me shiver with delight.
“It’s my first time, too.” His beard brushes my cheek, his breath warm against my ear. “I’ll take care of you, Margot. I promise.”
I’ve never felt so vulnerable. So exposed. All my life, I’ve tried to avoid this. Avoid trusting, feeling, wanting. But as Declan’s body presses me down into the mattress, his cock pushing against my most intimate spot, I feel safe. Protected.
Gently, he eases the tip inside me, and I gasp as his length squeezes into my pussy, filling me up in one slow movement. My eyes water as I adjust to the sensation of Declan’s cock stretching me open, hard and unyielding against my sensitive core. Naughty. Sexy. Delicious.
“How does it feel?” he grunts, breathing hard.
“Amazing.” I wrap my arms around his neck, whimpering as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth.
Declan groans, his face strained. “Fuck, sugar, you’re so tight.”
His rhythm is steady, his eyes fixed on me like he’s watching for signs of pain. But I’m greedy for more, aching for it.
“Faster,” I whimper. “Please. I’m ready.”
With a deep growl, Declan does as I ask. He grabs both my hands in one of his, pinning them above my head so I can’t move. I’m giving him all the power, trusting him completely. His thrusts turn hard and fast, his cock slapping into me, sucking the air from my lungs. Arousal is soaking down my thighs, seeping into the mattress as Declan fucks me, rutting me like an animal until all I can do is scream.
“YES! YES!” I screw my eyes closed, head tipping back, my body spasming with pleasure.
“Look at me, Margot.”
I sob as I stare into Declan’s handsome face, our eyes locked, bodies slamming together. His bed creaks beneath us, the wood groaning with every thrust, mingling with the wet smacking sounds of sex.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Declan grits his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. “You like that, sugar?”
“Yes!”
He bends down and kisses me hard, his tongue slipping between my lips. I’m full of him—his cock, his tongue, my body trapped beneath his. He tastes like musk and whiskey, and I moan into his mouth, my toes curling with pleasure.
Heaven. This is heaven.
“You’re such a good girl,” he grunts, pulling back to look at me. “Fuck, you’re taking all of my cock.”
The praise makes me shiver. “I want to see.”
He releases my hands, and I use a couple of pillows to prop myself up so that I can stare at the place where our bodies meet. I moan as I watch Declan’s monster cock sinking in and out of me, covered in my cream. My pink hole is stretched tight around his shaft, and as I watch, he starts to move faster.
“Fuck, sugar, look at your little pussy, taking my dick.” He’s watching too, gripping my hips tight as he drives into me. “You’re so fucking pretty with my cock inside you.”
His words make me tremble and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. He sucks on my bottom lip, teeth grazing me as I buck my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He’s even deeper than before, his cock hitting bundles of nerves I never knew existed.
“DECLAN!”
I’m slick with sweat, my heart thudding in my ears as every muscle tightens inside me. Pleasure is building between my legs, swelling like a balloon, ready to pop at any moment. My eyes roll back, hands grabbing at Declan as I feel myself come undone.
“Come for me, sugar,” he groans. “Come hard on my cock.”
The balloon bursts. Pleasure floods over me in waves, and I squeeze my eyes shut, sobbing through the spasms that rack my body.
“Good girl. Look at me, Margot. Let me see you.”
His voice sounds far away, but I force my eyes open just in time to see Declan’s mouth open in a strangled shout. We stare at each other hungrily as his cock explodes inside me, his warm cum filling my pussy as I tremble through the final waves of my orgasm.
We don’t look away for a long time. Our pulses slow, bodies relaxing against each other, and finally I snuggle against him, my head resting on his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and we lie skin-on-skin, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing.
I’ve done what I swore I would never do. I’ve given away my heart, my virginity, my trust. It’s the biggest possible risk—everything is on the line. But as Declan tightens his hold on me, brushing a kiss against my cheek, I’ve never felt more at peace. It might be a risk, but for Declan, it’s worth it a million times over.
“That was incredible,” he says, gently stroking my back.
“It was the best.”
Declan lets out a sigh, heavy and contented. “You’re so damn beautiful, Margot.”
I lift my head, grinning at him teasingly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He chuckles, giving me another squeeze, and I can feel his heartbeat thudding through me. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. We’re a naked tangle of sweaty limbs, buried beneath the covers of his giant bed, and it’s everything I ever hoped it would be.
Tonight has changed everything. My whole life has shifted, and suddenly, I’m not in control. I’m open. Exposed. But that doesn’t scare me anymore—it exhilarates me. Life can be scary and unpredictable, and maybe I’ll never have it all figured out. But as I look into Declan’s eyes, taking in the crinkled corners and the warmth of his gaze, I know that I’m exactly where I need to be.