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Everything about her feels so goddamn good. As if every bend, every curve, every swell of her body, were made for me. Every sound she makes. Every word she spills. Every fucking piece of her.Mine.
I lick, and suck, and bite, and lick at her some more, until she’s pushing into me, burying me between her legs and smothering me in her sweet scent. I groan in pure fucking pleasure. Pure goddamn bliss.
Her pussy on my mouth, my cock held tight in my fist, her walls strangling my fingers, her thighs choking me—I could die right now, and this would be my heaven. I’d stay on my knees, gladly, repenting until the world ended. Declan, my altar.
Her sharp cries and harsh breaths increase in tempo, and her pussy grows tighter around my two fingers. I watch in rapt fascination as she smooths a hand over her stomach, climbs up her ribcage, and takes a breast in her palm. Her pierced nipple peeks through her fingers, and she gently tugs at it, her quick movements growing more precise as she grinds against me, fucking my face as I fuck her with my fingers.
I’m so close I’m teetering on the edge, struggling to keep from tipping over.
I work her faster, harder, deeper, curling my fingers inside her as I squeeze the head of my dick to keep from exploding.
She grows impossibly tighter around me, her thrusts against my face quickening. “Fuck, Jude. I’m coming; I’m coming—Oh my god!Jude!”she cries out as she clenches around me, the sweetest of fucking sounds pouring from her mouth, hand gripping my hair so goddamn tight it has my own release barreling up my spine, tightening my balls, and then I’m right there with her.
She comes against my mouth, and I come on her sheets, tight pussy walls clenching around my fingers as my cock pulses in my hand, shooting my cum onto the bed beneath me.
I keep my fingers inside her, the slickness of her orgasm coating my hand, and dip my tongue down to steal another taste of her. I’m spent, but I keep licking, sucking, kissing, biting, tasting, pumping my fingers inside her until she’s ramping up again, a writhing mess underneath me.
Choked gasps and strangled sounds fall from her mouth as she rises up onto her elbows, watching me through hooded eyes.
I give her the show she wants, tongue licking up her slit in a slow sweep, before I suck her clit into my mouth. Her lips fall open, the next sound hitched, hooked in the back of her throat, beautiful blue eyes blown wide as if in disbelief she’s about to come again already, before she detonates beneath me.
The sweet warmth of her release spills onto my tongue, and I lap it the fuck up.
It comes as no surprise that I’m not through with her yet. That I haven’t gotten my fill. I want every fucking orgasm I missed out on this last year, one by one.
I keep my fingers inside her slick heat, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, fucking her slowly through it, my cock growing hard once more and digging into the mattress beneath us.
Her head falls back and a whimpered cry spills from her mouth.
Shoving my face harder against her with a hand in my hair, she rides me through the waves of her release, before fallingback onto the mattress, a sated sigh of bliss following in her wake.
I rise above her, tucking the mess of her hair behind her ears. “I’m not through with you yet.”
She laughs, and then catches the curve of her smile between her teeth. Blue eyes meet mine. “I need you inside me, Jude,” she whispers, and those seven syllables have the potential to ruin me for good.
“I need inside you, too, baby. I—”
The door to Declan’s room swings open, and a loud gasp fills the room.
“Shit! Fuck! Shit! I’m sorry! Holy shit, I am so sorry!” Addy shrieks from the doorway, hands flying up to her face to shield her eyes. “I mean, wow, great ass, Jude, but holy shit, I am so sorry. Who knew your tattoos reached all the way to your butt cheeks? Well, nowIknow, I guess—against my will, and against yours.” She turns and crashes into the wall with her eyes still shielded. “Shit. I didn’t realize you’d be here. I didn’t mean to come barging in like this. Oh my god,” she groans out. “This is mortifying. For all three of us, I’m sure. I really should have knocked…” she keeps rambling on, hands still covering her eyes as she tries to find her way back through the doorway.
I laugh, dragging a blanket up to cover Declan’s naked body. Her face, however, is one of pure mortification. Beet fucking red from where it peeks out from beneath her blanket.
“Addy! Out. Please.” Her words are comprised of quick breaths and a strangled tone.
“I’m trying!” Addy responds as she nearly trips over her own two feet, one hand mapping out the wall while her other stays firmly wrapped over her eyes. “Finally!” she shrieks as she finds the door and slams it closed behind her.
I can’t help the grin that tips my lips. “Let me help you clean this up, yeah?” I come to a stand, close a fist around Declan’s sheets, and tug them down her bed.
Her blanket is a tangled mess around her body, pink hair just as messy as it clings to her cheeks and neck. Two shaking hands rise up to meet her face and conceal her blush, blue eyes stretched wide, and my own smile stretches further.
Her blush is attractive as fuck. Especially after she just came on my face.Twice.
“Just put the sheet in my laundry basket in the closet, and I’ll take care of the rest. You should probably leave so I can figure out what the hell Addy is even doing here.”
“You sure?”
“Yes—go, please,” she breathes, amused.