Chapter 43 #2
I cupped the back of her neck and tugged her face to mine.
Kissing her slow and deep and pouring everything I couldn’t say into it.
Every late night I’d spent drawing her. Every morning I’d made her coffee or set out her tea before she woke up.
Every fight I’d picked just to hear the fire in her voice because it meant she wasn’t afraid of me.
Every time I’d wanted to ask her to stay with me and said nothing instead.
I reached between us to slip her panties to the side, groaning at the first slide of my fingers between her pussy lips. “You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you, baby?”
She nodded against me, rolling her hips and shuddering out a moan as I sank a finger inside.
“Was it the needle that got you this wet, or was it my hands on you?”
“You,” she breathed, her eyes locked with mine. “It’s always you.”
Every ounce of control I had was gone—evaporated between us in a messy tangle of hands and need and inevitability. I shoved my jeans and boxers down enough to free my cock as she rose up on her knees and guided me between her thighs.
With her gaze locked on mine, she swiped the crown through her slit, circling my barbell around her clit. Her eyelids fluttered closed on a moan, and I had to force myself not to grip my shaft, settle against her cunt, and thrust deep.
This was her show—what she needed. So I was going to sit here and allow her to take it.
“Go ahead, rebel,” I said, my voice rough with hunger. “Use me however you want. Take what’s yours.”
Her breath caught, her eyes searching mine before she whispered my name like it belonged to her. Every other part of me did, so that might as well too.
Finally, she sank down on me, taking my cock inside her inch by achingly slow inch. She parted her lips on a silent exhale as her pussy stretched around me, her lashes fluttering like it was all too much.
“There you go. That’s my girl,” I murmured, digging my fingers into her flesh just to ground myself. “You feel how hard I am for you? Every inch of it is yours. Show me how well you can take it.”
She whimpered, her pussy fluttering around me as she rose up and sank back down again. Over and over, until, finally, she took all of me inside her.
As soon as I was fully seated, our moans mixed in the space between us.
She dropped her head back, her fingers tightening on my shoulders, and I allowed my greedy gaze to sweep over every inch of her.
Flushed and freckled skin glowing in the lamplight, my mark on her hip, those gorgeous tits rising and falling with each of her panting breaths.
Fuck me.
“You have any idea what you look like right now?” I asked, my voice scraped raw. “Sitting on my cock, that perfect little pussy stretched tight around me and my ink on your skin?”
“Tell me.” She rolled her hips, sliding up and back down, every subtle movement making her tits bounce in front of my face.
I leaned forward and dragged my tongue up the underside of one of her breasts before closing my mouth around her nipple and tugging it between my teeth.
She gasped, her back arching, and gripped the back of my head, holding me to her as she continued to ride me.
I tightened my hold on her hips and glanced up, my lips brushing her tight peak with every word. “You look like mine.”
A whimper caught in her throat, and then I felt the telltale flutter around my cock, her pussy tightening in sporadic pulses she couldn’t control.
I wasn’t sure if it was the way I was hitting that spot inside her every time she took me deep or the unfiltered truth of my words that was pushing her toward the edge.
I only knew that when she broke, I wanted to be the only thing she saw.
“Eyes on me, rebel.” I fisted her hair at the base of her head and tugged—just enough to guide her gaze back to mine. “You look at me when you come apart on my cock after I marked you.”
Her rhythm faltered, her thighs locking around me as a broken sound tore from her throat. I took over, thrusting up into her as I rubbed my thumb over her clit, desperate to feel her.
“Declan— Oh god, I’m—” Her words cut off as a cry tore from her throat, and her cunt clenched around me in relentless, pulsing waves.
And through it all, she didn’t look away—not for a single second. She held my gaze as she fell apart in my lap, and the bare, unguarded trust in her expression undid me in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
“That’s it.” I kept my fist in her hair, kept her right there with me as I rocked up into her, dragging out every last pulse of her release. “That’s my good girl. Fucking gorgeous when you come for me. Every single time.”
She whimpered, her body trembling through the aftershocks, her thighs shaking around mine. And still, I kept my thumb on her clit, relentless, pushing her from one orgasm straight into the next.
“Feel that?” I tugged her face closer, my mouth brushing her jaw. “That perfect little cunt is still coming for me. Still squeezing my cock like you don’t want to let go.”
“I don’t.” She choked out the words, her voice ravaged and barely there. “I want to feel you. Let me feel you.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’d prided myself on my control, but just a handful of words from her made me come undone.
With a groan, I buried myself deep and spilled inside her, her name falling from my lips in a ragged, broken whisper.
The aftershocks rolled through us both, her body trembling against mine while I held her to me like she was the only solid thing in a world that had just tilted on its axis.
I’d never believed in forever. Never allowed myself to. But holding Penelope like this? Her breaths ghosting over my skin and our hearts beating in tandem?
I wanted to.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to.