9. Jude #3
I clench around him, filled with a new determination to make him come as hard as I just did. If he’s shaping up to be the fuck of my life, then I sure as hell want him to remember me too.
“That was amazing,” I pant, tugging on his hair so he lets my throbbing nipple have a break from his rough sucks.
He lifts his head and crashes his lips to mine, kissing me with an intensity that would be overpowering if I wasn’t so blissed out from my orgasm. His dick is still hard as steel and pumping into me without a hint of fatigue.
I bet the guy can fuck all night like this and never get tired.
I smile against his mouth at the thought.
A grunt is all the warning I get before he flips me, bringing me down onto the mattress beneath him.
His dick throbs inside me like he’s about to blow at any second. But he remains still, cradling my face and taking a moment to just kiss me.
I melt into him, reveling in the hint of tenderness.
But as soon as it starts, it’s over.
He straightens up until he becomes a large, dark blur, kneeling between my thighs. He flexes his dick inside me, and I whimper as he lifts my legs, one at a time, over his shoulders.
I’ve got to give it to him, he’s doing a much better job than I am at not speaking. And I know what an absolute flirt Declan can be. I’m impressed he’s been able to keep his mouth shut, other than those deep grunts and groans.
If I’m not embarrassed when I see him tomorrow from how loud I just screamed as I came, then I’ll have to thank him for letting me play out my fantasy the way I wanted.
He leans over me with slow precision, planting his hands either side of my head. The move practically folds me in half, and I whimper as he pumps his hips and slides his cock in deeper.
I thought I was stuffed full of him before, but holy fuck…
He lets out another of his sinful deep groans that speaks directly to my pussy, then pulls back and thrusts in deep. His balls hit my ass with an unforgiving thud, and my breasts shake as he bottoms out inside me.
“Oh my God. More,” I moan as he repeats the move.
He builds up a pace, pounding me into the mattress with a symphony of rich, husky groans and grunts. I’ve never been with a guy who’s made sounds before. The odd pathetic sound maybe. But not like this.
He makes each note from his throat sound like an adoration of me. Like he’s worshiping me and intends to make the most of every damn second he gets to have me.
He sounds like hot guy porn. Only better. So much better.
I’d almost like him to talk now, so I can hear what he’d say. I bet it would be filthy, probably hot enough to make me come again just from listening to…
Oh…
The familiar tightening catches me by surprise.
“I’m going to come again,” I mewl. “Oh fuck, I’ve never… this has never happ—”
My words are stolen as he leans down to claim my lips in a bruising kiss.
I whimper as he pulls back and lets me have it even harder.
I can’t think straight. Blood rushes in my ears, and my thighs shake against his solid pecs as he stays close to me, like he wants a front row seat to witness my unraveling.
He rests his forehead against mine, still managing to keep his hips pistoning at a pace that means I’m being well and truly fucked.
God, I’m so glad I knocked three times on his door.
“I’m going to come,” I confess again in a breathy voice.
My body hugs his pierced dick, preparing to milk the life out of it and give me another earth-shattering orgasm.
“Going. To. Come,” I pant again.
His dick thickens inside me.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
I can’t process what it is about his voice that seems different. I’m too far gone.
I come with a sob, my orgasm threatening to tear me in two, it’s that intense.
Declan keeps his pace, fucking me through it all, his forehead pressed to mine. If it were light enough to see his eyes, the intensity of the position would be too much for me.
I can feel his gaze on me. Burning me. Seeing all the parts I try to hide. All the insecurities. Seeing them and wanting to bring every single one out into the light so he can admire them and turn them into strengths, not weaknesses.
It’s all too much.
I shake and cry, my orgasm wringing me out and making tears race down my cheeks.
It’s exactly what I needed.
A groan richer than any other leaves his lips, and he jerks inside me.
He wraps a hand around my throat, pinning me in place and kissing me as he thrusts into me, emptying himself with determined thrusts. He takes his time, groaning with each surge and swell of his cock like he’s savoring the feeling of each drop of cum leaving his body.
I didn’t know a guy’s orgasm could last this long. The condom is probably in danger of bursting.
Finally, he slows to a stop, keeping his dick nestled inside me like he isn’t in any rush to let me go. He loosens his grip on my neck and strokes my windpipe with his thumb, displaying the same skill and tenderness that he showed before he kissed me.
He exhales slowly, before dusting his lips over mine in a gentle kiss.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he needed this too.