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Story: Destroying Declan

“Yes,” I gasp, pressing myself lower. Rocking harder. Faster. Even through the fog I know what he’s saying. What he’s asking for. “Please—”
Suddenly, the grip I have on the back of his seat is broken. He pushes me back, the steering wheel digging into the small of my back as his hot, wet mouth closes over my breast, licking and sucking my nipple through the thin fabric of my tank so hard I nearly scream. I arch my back, push myself into the hard draw of his mouth, even as my hips find and keep a relentless rhythm that pushes me closer and higher with every stroke.
“Shit…” I can feel myself crumbling. Falling apart. My whole body is shaking. Every muscle and nerve-ending screaming and reaching for release. I push my fingers through his hair, tightening their grip until I feel him groan against me.
He sucks harder. Urging me to stroke myself along the length of his cock even faster. Pressing himself tighter against the wet, swollen seam of my pussy. Tilting my hips so that every pump of them rubs my clit against the base of his shaft. He flicks my nipple with his tongue. Uses his teeth. “Ohmygod…”
And then I’m flying.
Falling.
Stars explode across my field of vision and my ears start to ring as I buck and shudder against him so hard I’m sure I’m coming loose in his hands. That when it’s over I’ll be blown apart. I’ll be nothing more than scattered bits, too small and shattered to be put back together.
Strong arms wrap around me.
Huge hands pull me close and grip me tight.
Hold me still.
Keep me together.
Declan Gilroy just gave me my first orgasm.