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DECLAN

Song- Love, Touch, Thrill, ORGAVSM

“ A nd then the Queen got married to the Prince and made him the King. And they lived happily ever after with their little princess in the chocolate factory. And the King finally gets to live in a world of color again, rather than darkness.”

Isabella's bottom lip trembles, and I brush my fingers through her curls, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“What's making you sad, baby girl?”

Seeing my little girl sad makes my chest ache.

“I’m not sad, I’m happy. I like that version of Mommy's story.”

“So do I, baby. So do I. Now get some sleep and we can have a super fun day tomorrow with Uncle Conan and Finn.”

“Yay!” she squeals.

It hasn't taken her long at all to warm to my brothers, and they love her, too.

Seeing Finn play doctor with her is a particular highlight for us all.

Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, her eyes flutter closed.

“Night, night, Daddy. Love you.”

I close my eyes and let her words sink into my heart, which has never felt so full.

“Night, baby. Sweet dreams. I love you.”

Words that haven’t rolled off my tongue in years now freefall out for Isabella and Charlotte.

Closing the door softly behind me, I head to my room and grab Charlotte's surprise.

When I reach the home gym, I slide open the doors and find Charlotte in exactly the same position I left her in.

Blindfolded, arms behind her back and kneeling, with not a shred of clothing other than her black and gold thong.

My cock throbs at the sight.

“Have you been a good girl and not peeked?” I ask, stepping into the room and placing the box down on the table and chairs set up on the mats.

“I promise, I haven’t, sir.”

Positioning myself behind her, she shivers as I run my hands over her shoulders and start to massage her neck lightly.

“I believe you,” I tell her, stepping around to face her, dragging my fingers along her collarbone and wrapping them around her neck.

“I think you’ve been good enough for daddy to have earned a reward.”

She nods, and I pull back her blindfold, revealing those blue eyes I just love to get lost in.

“Please, sir.”

She shuffles on her legs, displaying how desperate she is for relief. All damn day I’ve teased her. Every fleeting moment we catch together, I use it to my advantage to edge her.

“Oh, I love it when you’re desperate for me, heartbreaker.” I stroke her cheek, and she moans.

Taking a step back, I hold out my hand and lift her to her feet, spinning her to face the setup on the mats.

“What is that?”

Leading her over, I unzip the bag, and she gasps, staring at the tattoo gun and array of ink and supplies.

I bought everything I thought she may need. I know how important this is to her.

“That final flower needs its spot, sweetheart. And then, it’s about time we added some color into my tattoos.”

Her body crashes into mine as she leaps into my arms and I catch her.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She showers my face with kisses, and I chuckle.

“You’re welcome, baby. Your reward isn’t just this, though.”

I place her down on her feet.

“Panties off and sit your perfect ass on that chair.”

Within seconds she strips and takes her seat.

Rolling up my sleeves, I catch her eyeing up my arms and wink. I know her weakness.

“Start getting set up.” I nod to the array of items in the bag.

As she takes out the gun and black ink, I unbutton my shirt, watching her concentrate on squeezing the ink onto the little tub.

“I’ve had this planned for so long I don’t even need a stencil. It’s all in my head, exactly every line, every detail.”

She twists on the battery pack and it hums to life.

“How long will it take you?” I question.

“Hmm. Maybe an hour, it’s a fine line, so it shouldn't take long. Why?”

I drop to my knees and spread her legs wide.

“That means I have an hour to feast while you work.” I look up with a smirk from between her thighs, and her eyes are wide, her plump lips open.

“Pain and pleasure, sweetheart. I want you dripping all over this leather seat and soaking my face. Once you’ve finished with your art, I’ll throw you down on the mat and fuck you senseless. Until then, I will enjoy you.”

Her eyes flick between me and the tattoo gun in her hand, and the determination is clear in her eyes.

“Am I allowed to come, sir?”

I nod.

“As many fucking times as you wish. This isn’t punishment, this is a reward,” I tell her, and slowly lick along her center, with my fingers digging into her knees, holding her legs apart.

She props her arm on top of the cushion and dips the needle in the ink.

“You’re a wicked man, Mr. Quinn,” she tells me with a smile on her face that tells a different story.

So I suck on her clit in response.

“I’m just obsessed with finding all the different ways to make you come, Charlotte.”

I have more planned for when she tattoos me.

I want to explore her in every possible way and allow her to find out what she loves and what she doesn’t so much. That way, every single time is perfect for her.

“I like that about you, Declan. I like you obsessed.”

She begins to freehand her tattoo, and I get to work, starting off slowly to work her up and let her adjust to both sensations.

Once she’s starting to soak my face, I insert two fingers slowly.

“Jesus, fuck. Declan,” she hisses, and I look up.

“Get on with the tattoo, don’t worry about me, baby,” I tell her, spanking her clit before she gets back to work, and so do I.

Making small circles, I let my fingers work their magic, bringing her close to the edge.

When I hear the machine turn off, her fingers lace through my hair and she rides my face.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me.”

I feast on her like a man starved, working in the rhythm of her hips as she bucks against me.

“Declan!” she screams, and I nearly explode in my pants hearing her cry out for me.

I hook her trembling legs over my shoulders and curl my fingers; as soon as I hit that spot, her body shakes against me.

I lick up every drop of her. I seriously don’t know how I will last a full hour without needing a release.

This woman has me with a constant hard on. I’m ready to explode any time of the day. As she pulls my hair tight, it burns my scalp. Her juices drip down my hand and wrist, and the floodgates have opened.

I am soaked with her pleasure, her screams fill the room and I lose it.

My thighs clench, and my body goes rigid as I come violently in my boxers while she rides out her climax on my tongue.

“Jesus. Fuck,” I pant out.

Once we come down from our high, I press a kiss on the inside of her thigh and sit back on my knees.

“You need to come clean up the mess you made on my dick before you carry on, heartbreaker.”

I see the confusion on her post-orgasmic blush, so I unbuckle my belt and show her my cum smeared all over my dick.

“You? You came just by going down on me?” The shock in her voice makes me smile.

“Yes, baby. Because you nearly drowned me, screamed my name, and rode my face like it was the last time I’ll ever eat you out. How was I meant to not come? You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you? Just looking at you makes me hard. But that? That was spectacular.”

She blinks at me and then looks at my twitching dick.

“I got you.” She winks as she pushes herself off her chair.

“Your turn to take the seat of orgasms.”

As we switch positions, she kneels before me, holding onto my thighs.

“Quite the mess you made here, sir. It’s a shame it didn’t go inside of me.” She bats her dark lashes at me, and I groan.

“You do some crazy things to me, heartbreaker. Now suck me clean so I can go again on you.”

“This is going to take way longer than an hour,” she whispers.

“Good. We have all the time in the world together now.”

And what a fucking life it is going to be.