Page 58 of Killaney Blood

"Fucking hell," he growls. "I knew you'd taste so good."

He sucks my clit and my eyes roll back.

I arch, wanting him more. He doesn't stop. He holds me open and buries his face deeper, groaning like I taste better than sin.

I bring my bound hands down and grip the back of his head, pulling him toward me.

He's fucking me with his tongue and it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt.

My legs start to tremble. My breathing gets faster, more ragged. The pressure's building fast and I know I'm going to break.

He looks up at me, mouth still pressed between my legs, and the sight nearly undoes me. His hands grip my thighs, hard enough that I know there will be marks tomorrow. Proof that this wasn't just another dream.

I close my eyes again, and feel a sudden pressure as he slides a finger inside me, then another, curling them to brush against that spot. Stars explode behind my eyelids; I feel myself teetering on the edge. His tongue continues circling my clit, and I yell his name as pleasure begins to rise.

I don't think I can control it much longer.

"Declan—" I gasp, tugging at my restraints. "I'm gonna?—"

"No," he says against me. The vibration nearly finishes me on the spot. "Not yet. You come when I say."

He sits up and I whimper in protest.

"Beg," he says, trailing kisses up my stomach, my ribs, my throat.

"Fuck," I say.

He smiles. "That's what I'm about to do to you."

His mouth crashes into mine again, wild and unrelenting. I taste myself on his lips and almost lose it again.

I shift and wrap my hands around him, bringing him forward. That's when I feel it. I look down and he’s naked now, too. I don't know when that happened. I just know he's hard, huge, and leaking precum.

"Let me lick you," I say without thinking, staring at his glistening tip.

He doesn't hesitate.

He stands and I sit up and take his cock in my bound hands and stroke him a few times. He moans and I squeeze gently to pull more precum out of him. When I'm satisfied I lean in and lick it.

It coats my tongue and makes me want only more. I open wider as his shaft slides into my throat.

To say his dick is big is an understatement.

He grabs the back of my head and starts slowly fucking my face. I hollow my cheeks, sucking and licking as he slides in and out of me.

The grunts from him are making me so turned on I squeeze my thighs, feeling how soaked I am.

I look up and see him leaning back slightly, every muscle moving: his back, his pecs, biceps, flexing. He looks like a damn god.

After a few moments, he pulls out, breathing hard.

"Stand up," he says and I obey.

He spins me around and bends me over the couch.

"Spread your legs," he commands.

I do, but it's not my body betraying me this time; I fucking want this.