Chapter 26 Declan
DECLAN
She was so beautiful. The single most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen lay beneath me, sweat-slicked and flushed, and her wet pussy hot and pink and begging for me. I nearly came from the sight alone.
I slipped the head of my cock into her, then placed my hands on either side of her on the bed, and thrust forward.
I sank into her until I was balls deep, nestled against her like I was meant to be.
Veronica moaned beneath me as I pulled my cock out slowly, then back in even slower. Inch by inch, I took her.
In that moment, there was desire and need, but also love—love, which I’d never thought I’d find.
My life had been a solitary one up until she—quite literally—busted my door down.
Now, in this brilliant, funny, and sexy woman, I’d found my home, my life, and my future.
I would protect her and cherish her the rest of my life.
Bending low, I kissed the spot between her shoulder blades and moved faster. My own pleasure surged forth, and I took as much as I was giving. There would be no control—we were far beyond that.
I was going to give into the need.
I impaled her with my cock, moving faster and faster with each thrust, until I was almost manic in my movements.
Like a starving man, I feasted on her body.
Sweat sheened my body and a slight grin spread across my lips as she pressed her face into the sheets and cried out.
Her pussy clenched around my cock as she did, damn near making my eyes roll back.
“You’re doing so good for me,” I whispered. She responded by crying out in ecstasy.
Keeping myself inside her, I rolled us onto our sides, pulling her back to my chest and continuing to thrust into her.
Wrapping my arm around her, I took hold of her breast. I wished I could touch every part of her at once.
I kissed the back of her shoulder, savoring the salty taste of her sweat.
Veronica reached back and ran her hand through my hair, her fingers drifting across my scalp. I never wanted her to stop touching me.
Releasing her breast, I ran my hand down her stomach and slid my fingers across her clit. Veronica gasped.
“You’ve got to come,” she gasped as I continued pounding into her. “I can’t take much more.”
Pressing my lips to her ear, I said, “Say please.”
She let out a shocked little laugh, that was cut off by my groan of pleasure as I began to thrust even faster.
“Please,” she whispered. “Fill me up and finish me off.”
“I can’t say no to that.”
Grabbing her hip, I pulled her toward me as I slammed into her, my own orgasm building, a faint pleasurable tingle in my balls.
“Fuck me,” she cried. “Fuck me, Declan.”
I did as she asked, moving like a man possessed, until, like a lightning bolt crashing into my very core, I came.
My cock and balls spasming as I emptied myself into her.
Hot, carnal release washed across my body as I moved inside her, giving her everything.
She trembled in my arms and moaned as she came one final time as I finished.
We lay there, panting for breath, and along with the joyous post-coital glow that surged within me, something else became obvious.
I was happy. I’d allowed myself to be happy.
I’d spent years punishing myself, and now, because of Veronica, I was happy.
Not just happy, I was in love. I’d only known her a year, but she’d shown me that life could be good, that I had more to give, and more to enjoy.
Pulling her close, I rested my head on her shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she murmured.
As my eyes drifted closed, I realized there was no place else I’d rather be than right there, with her in my arms.