Chapter 15
Declan
I bring my fingers to my lips as her flushed face turns to me, her eyes glistening with pleasure. I lick every drop of her. “Hmm, fuck, you taste heavenly,” I murmur. Her gaze darts up, catching sight of her arousal on my finger.
“Have you tasted yourself?” I ask.
She shakes her head, and I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. Slowly, I slide a single finger into her wet cunt and bring it to her lips, tracing her bottom lip until the tip of her tongue darts out to lick it.
“Good girl,” I whisper. Her pupils dilate further—my little vixen likes being praised.
As I lift myself, her beautiful breasts jiggle, and I can’t resist biting them softly. Then, harder, testing her limits, I leave a small mark and she cries out. My cock twitches even more under my zipper.
Fuck, I need to be inside her before I come like a teenage boy having his first time.
Standing, I unbuckle my belt. Viviana starts to close her legs, but I reach for her knees, parting them wider than before.
“I want to see that beautiful cunt dripping for me,” I grunt, my voice deep with need. The thought of being inside her, stretching her tight pussy, and filling her with my cum makes me feral.
“Declan” She whispers.
I pull my suit pants and boxers down, freeing my cock from its weeks-long prison. Stroking the base, I feel pre-cum drip from the tip. Viviana moves slowly, turning onto all fours and crawling toward me. Her eyes blaze with fire, fixed on my cock.
She looks up at me through her lashes. That submissive stare makes my restraint snap. I grab her hair, pulling her closer—perhaps too hard. Her breath catches, and I ease my grip slightly.
“You want to suck my cock, firecracker?” I ask, my voice laced with hunger.
She smirks. “Yes, sir,” she purrs.
Sir? Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? The control it’s taking not to shove my cock deep into her throat is excruciating.
Releasing her hair, I force my hands to my sides, resisting the urge to push her.
Viviana inches closer, her hot breath teasing my tip. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the pre-cum pooling there. She hums in appreciation, batting her lashes up at me as her lips parted, slowly taking me into her soft, hot mouth.
A groan escapes me as I tilt my head back. A shiver courses through my entire body, settling in my balls as they tighten with pleasure. She moves slowly, her tongue swirling along my length, I push in and she gags.
“Breathe through your nose, Vi,” I instruct gently, my voice as calm as I can muster.
She nods, pushing me deeper. My hands snap to her face, halting her. Taking a deep breath, I mentally recite the names of every Irish soccer player I can remember. I haven’t needed this level of restraint since I was a teenager, but Viviana is making me lose my shit too fast.
She raises a questioning brow, my cock still in her mouth. Trying to move, she’s stopped by my grip. Her face turns red as her eyes gleam with mischief. Slowly, her tongue teases my length again.
“Viviana,” I warned sharply, gripping her hair tighter. She smirks and her tongue does another twirl around my cock, “Fucking hell Viviana, stop or I’ll edge until you’re screaming my name” She finally stops, her gaze never leaving mine.
Another deep breath, another player’s name. The urge fades slightly.
“Do you want me to fuck your throat?” I ask.
Her lashes flutter, and she nods. There’s eagerness in her eyes, though tinged with uncertainty. I take a mental note: go easy on her this time—but there will be a next time. Several. She’s mine, and I intend to claim her every night.
I begin thrusting gently, letting her adjust to my size. Each push takes me deeper until she swallows more of me with each motion. My muscles tighten, struggling to maintain control.
Her eyes remain locked on mine, studying me. Her hands press against my thighs for stability as I hold her hair. She pulls back, releasing me, and I wait for her to say she wants to stop. But instead, she smiles.
“Fuck me like you want to, Declan. I want to feel the real you.”
Fucking hell.
My restraint slips. She takes me back into her mouth, gripping my cock. My hand tightens in her hair, pulling her closer.
“Tap my leg if it’s too much,” I warn.
She nods, and I thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, tears pooling in her eyes, but no tap comes. I push again and again, her gag reflex easing as she adjusts to my size.
She whimpers, her hand sliding to her cunt, fingers working on herself as I fuck her mouth. The sight nearly undoes me.
Pulling back, I withdraw from her lips. A string of saliva follows as she whimpers. I smile—such a needy firecracker.
Spinning her around, I press her back to the mattress, her breasts on full display. I spread her legs slowly.
She’s soaked. Again.
Licking my lips, I resist the urge to plunge into her. This moment—this view—is too exquisite to rush.
Kneeling on the floor, I push her closer to the edge of the bed, my fingers slowly brushing against her pussy. She hums softly—the sweetest, hottest sound I’ve ever heard—and my cock twitches again. I swear to God, she’s going to make me come without even touching me.
I part her folds; her clit is swollen, dark pink, her warm arousal dripping onto the floor. This is fucking heaven. My finger slowly caresses her clit, and she shivers, her legs beginning to close.
“Don’t, Vi,” I say, moving my hands to her knees and pulling them apart. All I see is her head dropping to the pillow and her hands rubbing her face.
That’s good. She made me go through my Irish soccer list to keep control, and now it’s her turn to suffer.
Leaning into her cunt, I let my breath tease her sensitive skin. She’s quiet now, but her body shakes as though she’s cold. I slide my tongue along her clit, moving slowly, savouring every inch of her trembling flesh. She cries out, her hands grabbing my hair, nails digging into my scalp as she pulls me closer to her cunt.
I laugh. “Calm down, firecracker; we have time.”
She lets out a grunt, her lips forming a pout, and I can’t hold back another chuckle. Before she can complain, I dart my tongue into her hole, and she’s back to her sweet, melodic moans. My tongue works in and out of her soft heat, her arousal dripping into my mouth. I swallow every drop with a satisfied groan.
My entire body is tense, my muscles taut like I’m running a marathon. Every part of me aches to be inside her, but I need to bring her to the edge first. I want her to fall apart on my cock.
Pressing my finger against her clit, I let my tongue plunge deeper. She tenses, her toes curling beside me, her walls clenching. Abruptly, I stop.
“Declan!” She snaps.
I stand and I pull her hips to me and thrust into her as her release crashes over her. She screams so loud I’m sure my brothers heard it.
I keep thrusting hard, maintaining a steady rhythm as she shakes beneath me. Her head falls back, eyes squeezed shut, face flushed, her hands clutching the sheets with a vice grip. I silently recite my damn soccer player again—I want her to come one more time before I spill inside her.
Slowing my thrusts, I watch her body react as though little electric shocks are dancing over her skin.
“Declan,” she whimpers, my name a desperate plea. Sweat glistens on her forehead, her hair a messy halo that somehow makes her even sexier.
I move my hips in slow circles, waiting for her to return from whatever plane of reality she’s reached. Leaning down, I kiss her stomach, licking and nibbling at her sensitive skin. Her walls clench around my cock in rhythmic spasms, and a deep grunt rises from my chest.
I need to come, or I might have a heart attack. But if I have to go now, let it be like this—I’d die happy as hell.
“Ready for another one?” I ask, meeting her gaze.
Her eyes are softer now, her pupils still dilated, but there’s a flicker of something darker in them that makes me shift uncomfortably.
Oh fuck, please don’t let it be regret.
“I don’t think I can have another orgasm without passing out,” she chuckles softly. Still, something in her eyes lingers—a shadow.
“I’ve got you, Viviana. Just let go,” I tell her, my fingers tracing small circles on her hips. I’m still hard inside her, though I can feel my cock softening slightly. This part—this vulnerability—I’m not good at. Is she regretting this while I’m still inside her?
She shifts beneath me, and suddenly, her eyes ignite with fire. Her walls clench around me again, erasing any softness in my cock.
“I will, Declan, but…” She pauses, staring straight into my soul with those beautiful olive eyes.
“But?” I ask, holding still, waiting to understand what’s happening.
Taking a deep breath—one that makes her breasts jiggle in the most distracting way—she whispers, “You’ll have to let go too. I want all of you, Declan. Inside these four walls, it’s just us.” She licks her lips.
All of me? The aggressive me? I shake my head, but her walls tighten around me again, and I rasp, “Fuck, Viviana, stop that.”
“All of you, Declan. Fuck me like the animal you are,” she says, her voice dripping with pure sex. There’s no regret in her eyes, so what was that hesitation?
Grabbing her hips, I flip her over in one swift motion, startling her. Pulling her hips toward me, I command, “On all fours, firecracker.” My voice is a rumble of dominance.
I push her head down to the mattress and arch her back, lifting her ass higher. “Can you reach my leg?”
“Yes,” she answers, her voice trembling—not in fear, but in anticipation.
“Tap it if you need,” I remind her.
My hands dig into her hips, my fingers pressing into her soft flesh as red marks bloom under my grip. I position my cock at her entrance.
“Take a deep breath, firecracker.”
As her ribs rise with air, I plunge into her. Her body jolts forward, but I pull her back, steadying her as I pump harder.
Her hand moves toward my leg, but instead of tapping, she grabs the sheet, bracing herself.
“Don’t stop, Declan,” she begs.
I realized I slowed, worried she might tap me. Fuck, she’s right—I need to let go.
Thrusting harder, a guttural grunt escapes me. My eyes trail over her beautiful ass, and without thinking, my hand slaps her cheek. She moans loudly, her skin flushing deep pink.
I slap her again; then again, each strike met with her whimpers and her soaking walls tightening around my cock.
“Fuck, Declan,” she moans, her voice trembling with pleasure as her body clenches hard around me.
My finger slides down her ass as I withdraw my cock, inserting my finger instead, coating it with her hot, white liquid. I remove it and thrust my cock back inside her as my finger begins to circle her rosebud. I can feel her body freeze under my touch.
“Dec…” Her voice is tinged with worry, and I smirk.
“Don’t worry; it’s just my finger, Vi,” I assure her, pressing the tip gently against her. “Relax, beautiful,” I whisper.
I feel her body soften, her muscles unwinding, and I press my finger further. Her tight, beautiful hole yields just enough for the tip to slip inside. With my hips, I circle her cunt, making her feel every inch of me.
She’s breathing through her mouth now. I press gentle kisses along her back, my finger still only partially inside her. I thrust into her twice before sliding my finger deeper, inch by inch. She gasps, her breath catching. She’s so fucking tight here, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever get to fuck her ass fully.
I work my finger in and out, feeling it dry slightly, so I spit on it, coating it again before pressing deeper. Her moans grow louder, and her hips start to move, encouraging me to increase the pace of my thrusts.
My finger presses in further until it’s fully buried in her gorgeous peach hole. I move it in and out faster, twirling it slightly, searching for the spot that will undo her completely. When I find it, her fingers dig into the sheets, curling tight.
Her sleek cunt is dripping with arousal, and I revel in the sensation of both her holes clenching around me. My other hand steadies her at the hip before sliding down to her clit. My thumb massages the sensitive nub, pinching it lightly as her moans grow louder. My grunts echo hers, rough and guttural.
“Fuck, Viviana, you’re a fucking goddess,” I growl, fucking her harder.
“Come for me, Vi,” I commanded, my voice hoarse from the sheer effort of holding back my release.
I circle her clit faster, pinching it harder, my finger plunging in and out of her ass in a steady, unrelenting rhythm. My thrusts become feral, more aggressive as the room fills with the wet sound of her arousal, our skin slapping together, her cries, and my grunts. There is nothing else in the world right now—just us, our bodies, our screams, and our shared need for release.
“Oh, Declan, harder,” she begs, her voice desperate.
I oblige, my thumb working harder on her clit as my thrusts turn utterly wild. The cacophony of sounds—her moans, my grunts, and the slap of our bodies—drives me to the brink.
“Oh God!” she screams into the pillow, her body convulsing as her orgasm takes her. I feel the electric pulse of her release around my cock, and it nearly pushes me over the edge. Pressing my finger deeper into her ass, I pound her harder, dragging out every last second of her climax.
As her trembling subsides, I remove my finger from her ass and her clit, grabbing her hips with both hands. My movements are primal now, pounding into her like a feral animal. Her moans push me closer, her walls tightening around me like a vice.
“Fuck!!” I roar, my release surging into her in hot, thick waves. Her hips pressed into me as her walls milk every last drop, pulling me deeper into her. My muscles burn, feeling as though they’re about to tear through my skin. My neck snaps back, and my eyes roll into the depths of my skull. My cock pulses inside.
Fucking hell.