Chapter 38 Declan
DECLAN
Igrip Zahra's hips, relishing how perfectly soft she feels in my hands. Her body molds into mine instantly as I bring us flush against each other. An electric pulse that trickles down my spine lifting her onto me, as I use the wetness of her pussy to coat my cock until it’s perfectly lubed and ready for her.
I’d dreamed about this very moment nearly every night since we first met, and none of those dreams compared to the sensation of teasing her cunt with the tip of my cock.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, hips bucking and begging for more. Begging for me. “Declan, stop denying me,” she pants, eyes filled with desire.
“Why should I? You’ve been denying me, denying us, from the moment we met.
I think it’s only fair I pay back some of the torture you’ve put me through.
” I jolt my hips forward so I’m halfway buried inside her, and groan as I feel her hot core grip me hard.
Jesus. I was at complete odds with myself.
Part of me wanted to drag this out as long as I could.
Teasing and punishing her. Another part of my brain screamed at me for dragging this on longer.
In the end, I give in to the magnetic pull between us, lifting her hips slightly off me, before fully sinking inside her.
Zarha’s back arches immediately, her screams of pleasure filling the room. Despite her moans and pants for more, her eyebrows knit together in frustration.
“What is it, angel?” I ask, following with a harsh kiss on her neck.
“It feels so good, but I can’t get myself fully there. It’s so annoying,” she groans, dragging a hand across her face.
I slow down my movements, leaving my cock buried inside her. “You came twice a few minutes ago. What was different then?”
Whatever she needed from me, I would do it.
“I…don’t know. My mind felt clear. Empty. I wasn’t thinking about anything beyond how good you were making me feel. But now my mind’s racing. About whether you’re enjoying this, whether I can make you happy by coming again.” She gasps as I instinctually buck my hips into her.
“You are so. Fucking. Perfect,” I growl, unable to contain myself. “I want you to focus on all the sensations you’re feeling right now, and let go of whatever’s holding you back. Let me take care of you, Zahra. It’s all I want to do.”
I start toying with her clit, relishing how she writhes in ecstasy.
Keeping my eyes locked on her, I see the exact moment she decides to give in.
The exact moment she descends into submission.
She squeezes the hell out of my cock, and lets another orgasm wash over her.
The shocked look in her eyes nearly results in my own release.
Worrying her lip between her teeth, she moans, "Dear God. "
"You might be an angel, love, but I promise I'm no God. So, if you're going to scream anything while your sweet pussy milks my cock, I'll let you pick between 'Declan' or 'my husband'."
I jerk my hip slightly, letting my dick get used to how fucking good she feels around me, how much she feels like mine, and giving her a second to catch her breath.
"Husband," she purrs, lips curving into a smile.
"Your husband," I emphasize, shifting us so she's laid out on the bed, moving carefully so I remain inside her. She gasps as I slide in and out of her at a torturously slow rate. "Your husband, who needs you to keep count of how many times I make you come. Out loud. Or else I'll stop."
She shakes her head while lacing her legs around my hips and locking her ankles to keep me in place. "Don't stop, please, please, don't stop, Declan."
Fuck, it’s hot seeing her beg like this. My cock pulses inside her as she bucks her hips in an attempt to get some extra friction. My hands go to her waist, holding her in place. "Count Zahra, or I won't give you what you want."
"Three. You've made me come three times so far," she pants, trailing a hand down her chest and a wicked idea pops into my head.
"Good girl, now why don't we keep going?
" I ask, adjusting the angle of my hips and increasing my tempo as I continue to thrust in and out.
Zahra's back arches off the bed as my piercing scrapes over her G-spot, and the pants falling from her lips clue me in to how close she is to falling over the edge.
I break apart from her just as she's about to come, and slide off the bed.
Zahra's eyes are locked on me, mouth wide open. "Where are you going?"
"I need something," I state, eyes shifting around the room. Where would she hide—
"The only thing you need is to bring your ass back to bed and take care of me," she whines, tugging at my wrist.
"So impatient," I tsk, reaching for the drawer of her nightstand, pulling it open, and unveiling various vibrators and dildos.
"My naughty little wife," I hum in approval, shuffling through her sex toys until I find one that meets my standards.
"I should punish you for not letting me watch while you use these," I warn.
"I'm sure there's some footage I can dig up if you're interested." She juts her chin toward the hidden camera in her mirror.
Possession fills my chest. "You better make sure those videos are beyond secure. Or else I'll have to go around gouging people's eyes out for seeing you that way."
A rush of chills run down her body, and her nipples peak. So, she likes it when I get possessive? I'll keep that in mind for the future.
I continue rummaging through her drawers, when I finally make up my mind and pull out the rose-shaped toy with an extended bud in the middle resembling a tongue.
Zahra swallows hard, eyes filled with lust, as I climb back on the bed and gently push her knees to her chest. I guide my cock to her center, dragging my pierced tip up and down her clit.
"Fuck, Declan, that feels so good," Zahra groans, hands clawing into the sheets as her eyes close.
"Look at me, Zahra," I order, waiting patiently until her eyes meet mine. “Give me one of your hands, love."
She listens immediately, holding out her left hand. I take a second to admire the wedding band on her finger. Mine.
"I want you to hold this toy on your clit while I fuck you. Can you do that for me?"
Zahra nods, taking the toy from me, turning it on, and placing it directly on her sensitive bud. Her eyes flutter close, but she manages to open them again, as if she already knew I was going to ask her to look at me.
"You're so perfect," I moan, sliding the tip of my cock into her entrance. Sinking myself in fully, I grip her chin. "You don't come until I tell you too. Do you understand?"
I feel her wetness drip onto the bed as she nods. "Yes, Declan, yes. Now, can you please fuck me already?" she whines.
Her wish is my command. I grind my hips, letting my cock find her sweet g-spot, and when I hear the familiar gasp leave her mouth, my mind goes laser-focused.
Any restraint snaps as I buck my hips like a madman, thrusting in and out of her hard.
Zahra matches the pace of my cock with the toy in her hand as she tortures her own clit.
I lean down until my lips are hovering over her ear. "You are taking me so fucking well. My sweet wife playing with her clit while I fuck her pussy. Such a good girl, letting me decide when she comes," I praise, quickening my pace.
"Declan, I don't think I can hold on much longer," Zahra whimpers, using her free hand to dig her nails into my back.
"Oh, you will, love. I haven’t given you permission to come yet,” I moan, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, feeling her body hum underneath me.
“Please, Declan, please,” she begs, tears starting to form in her eyes as she denies herself.
“I know how incredibly strong you are, Zahra. You can do anything you set your mind to,” my words make her beam with pride, “which is exactly why I want to test your limits.”
I pull my cock out of her in an instant, immediately missing the sensation and warmth of having her fully wrapped around me.
Zahra’s expression is a mix of dumbstruck and livid, as she glares at me in frustration.
She opens her mouth, likely to yell at me, but I silence her with a scorching kiss, letting our tongues collide as I slowly guide her down onto the bed so she’s on top of me.
“Sneaky little devil,” I chide as she attempts to slide herself down on my cock. “Did I tell you to ride me?” I smack her ass hard, causing her to gasp and jolt.
“N-No. But I need you, Declan,” she pants, clawing her nails into my chest in desperation.
“And you’ll have me. Exactly how I want you too,” I warn, letting my Dom come out.
Her eyes widen as she nods. “Yes, sir.”
My entire body hums with satisfaction. “Turn around and place that hot pussy on my tongue.”
Zahra swallows hard, chills running down her body. “W-what?”
“Did I stutter?” I grip her lush hips, lifting her off me.
“No.”
“No, what?” I press.
“No, sir. You didn’t stutter,” Zahra breathes, sitting up and exposing her hard nipples.
“Then why is my tongue not buried in your sweet cunt yet?” I click my tongue in disapproval.
Zahra responds by finally getting into position. Her thighs hover above both sides of my face until I extend my tongue and lick her entrance. She loses all her restraint, sitting fully on my tongue, while moaning, “Declan, fuck.”
I lift her for a moment so I can say, “Take my cock into your mouth while I eat your delicious cunt. And don’t come until I give you permission.”
Her sweet mouth is around me in an instant.
She uses her tongue to play with my piercing, and I swear I see stars.
I need to contain myself before I come too quickly.
Thankfully, I had the perfect thing to distract myself.
I suckle Zahra’s swollen clit between my lips, drawing a loud moan that sends vibrations up my cock.
Zahra and I moan together as my precum leaks and she licks it up with her tongue, and I reward her by sliding my tongue inside her again, lapping up every last drop.
I brush against her G-spot and mercilessly stroke it, all while pinching her clit between my fingers.
Her wetness trickles down my chin, and I know she’s close.
Dangerously close. “You want to come, Zahra?”
She practically sobs, mouth still wrapped around me.
“Then let go. Let go." I suck harshly on her clit, feeling her dip her nails into my thighs, marking me.
Her scream fills the room and no doubt makes it down the hallway. I can't bring myself to even care. In case there was any doubt before now, everyone would know Zahra was mine.
"That's four, Declan." She smiles for a second before closing her eyes. I adjust us so she’s under me, and I can suck on her breasts. A few minutes later, I feel her nails dig into my neck. She groans. "No…no."
I halt all of my movements. She hasn’t said her safe word, but I need to make sure I’m not pushing her too far. "Do you want me to stop, Zahra?"
Zahra shakes her head vehemently. "No. That's not what I meant. Don't stop."
I make no move to continue. "Are you sure?”
"I was saying 'no' because I didn't want to come again without you filling me with your cum. I need you, Declan. I need all of you."
Electricity runs down my spine, and I thrust fully inside her before I take my next breath. She’s so damn wet, and pliant, and mine. “Mine,” I growl, grinding my cock inside her, desperate to feel her squeeze me again. Driving myself harder, harder, and harder against her until—
"Fuck, I'm coming again. Declan, please come with me, please, oh, baby, pleaaase..." Zahra moans so deep I feel it in my bones, and I finally let go. All I see is stars as I let rope after rope of cum fill up her tight cunt.
"That's right, my love. Take it, take all of it," I moan, cradling her into my arms, as I slowly grind into her. I needed every last drop to be buried deep inside her. Needed her to know how much she belonged to me.
“Five,” Zahra hums in sweet content, nuzzling her cheek against my chest, until I finally come to my senses and realize I'm probably crushing her.
I gently press my lips to her forehead and roll us so we're both on our sides. The movement causes my cock to slide out and I’m fixated on the way my cum leaks out of her. On instinct, I reach down between her thighs and slide it back inside her, cupping her pussy with my hand so it remains.
"Mmm, is it bad that I find that super hot?" Zahra exhales, tucking her head under my chin.
"Nope. It just shows how perfect we are together, because the thought of you being filled with my cum is making me hard again."
"You're insatiable." She laughs, drawing idle patterns on my chest.
"When it comes to you? Absolutely."
"Well, I suppose I'm no better. I can't feel my legs anymore and I'm so hungry I could eat a large pizza by myself, and yet I still want more of you." Zahra does her best to stifle her yawn but I can see how exhausted she is.
"Maybe demanding I give you ten orgasms was a bit ambitious. I know you haven't been getting much sleep lately."
"Backing down from a challenge, are we? That doesn't sound like you," she teases, trailing her hand down to my abdomen, stopping right above my crotch. Tempting me.
"First of all, I should punish you for even suggesting I'm giving up—"
"How would you punish me?"
"By not letting you come for a week."
Her pouty lips fall open. "That's cruel."
"You are excellent for my ego, sweet wife." I snicker as she rolls her eyes. "Second of all, I just want to make sure you're okay. I know you didn't use your safe word, but this is all new...and I hate the idea that I'd scare you away," I confess.
"I appreciate you wanting to look out for me, but I'm a big girl who can handle myself. I'll give you a pass this time since you're being so sweet." She leans forward and nips my bottom lip with her teeth.
"Understood. Now, why don't I get us something to snack on and we finish what we started?" I offer, sliding off the bed and taking a sheet to wrap around my waist.
Zahra stretches her arms, flashing me her perfect, full tits. "Don't take too long, or else I'll have to get started again on my own." She winks, letting out a sexy little chuckle as I run out of her bedroom toward the kitchen.