knowledge
of how good he was contributed to the moisture pooling between her legs.
She
recalled the first time they had been in such close proximity, and part of her
knew
she
should have never fallen prey to him, especially since he’d come to the party
with a
woman
who had clearly adored him, but, regardless, she knew why she had. And it
wasn’t
the exhilaration of being fucked senseless while the merriment of the
partygoers
echoed
outside the partially closed door. It wasn’t even the taboo of it, his being
off
limits,
or the fact their little indiscretion could have been exposed so easily. No. It
was
the
same now and then. She couldn’t stop her weakness for bad, rough-and-tumble
men.
Any
fear he might remember their one brief time together had subsided. He truly
didn’t
recognize her from Eve, which bothered her most of all because she must be
pathetically
transparent. How could he know what to say to her and how to say it?
Perhaps
some sort of bad-boy pheromone emanated from her skin. Maybe when she
was
around Declan, she broadcast the signal, “Take me and fuck me ’til I can’t feel
my
legs.”
Conceivably, he could read her like an open book, and, somehow, had honed in on
the
dirty bits scattered across the pages of her psyche.
Before
she could go over all the reasons she should leave, the biggest being he was
completely
wrong for her, he’d tugged her to the couch, sat down, and taken her with
him.
“Straddle
me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper voice, all grit.
Willing
to go where she knew she shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing
one
leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his
denim
clad
thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His
fingertips
touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs,
undoing
her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.
He
inched her skirt up, working until the fabric bunched around her waist. When
cool
air struck
the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased
with himself for exposing her panties.
“I’ll
give you exactly what you crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.
Tiffany
sucked in a breath. He threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand
while
flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He
tugged on
her
piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch
your
itch,
don’t you, baby?”
She’d
come too far to lie about what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered,
“Harder.”
He
chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke
of
the
fingers he’d slipped between her crease.
She
leaned forward, hand resting on the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed
him.
While
their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he
tugged
the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with
his
palm
curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.
Oh,
she liked the way he took possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the
pure maleness of him.
Tiffany
nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me
burn,”
she admitted.
“The
feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a finger inside of her.
“Ahh,
yeah,” she uttered her approval.
He
shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”
“Yes.”
Her
hand went to his bulging crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He
groaned.
With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the
denim.
When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d
known
from past experience he’d be commando.
Wrapping
her fingers around the base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.
“Good?”
“Hell,
yes,” he said and fingered her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed
hard against
her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.
She
moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and
licking her
lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her mouth
along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing
the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed
to experience her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery
invasion. The awareness of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight
channel.
Her
chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”
“Sorry,
sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from
her
body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her
feminine
folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”
Oh, God.
She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing
against
his.
In
the next instant, he splayed his large hands across her ass, pulling her
against him
even
tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done
before,
and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material
of
her
bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and
gave
him
access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her
throat
before
he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.
“There
you go.” The vibration of his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the
canvas
of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her
ass.
She
jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t
have
time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your
fine
ass.”
She
complied, sliding herself up and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this
time
the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading
across
her
caught— a wildfire.
“Again,”
she uttered in a breathy voice.
“Like
that, do you?”
God
help her, she did.
“Yes.”
Moving
against him in an intimate skin-on-skin lap dance, he tapped her ass in
stinging
blows. Heat shot up her spine. She connected with his stormy-sea-colored
eyes—their
breathing harsh and ragged.
Bang.
Bang. Bang….
“Boss,”
a man’s muffled voice came through the door.
“Not
now!” Declan yelled, his exhalation of warm breath bathing her cheek as he
pumped
his hips upward. Never breaking his gaze from her, he swatted her ass.
“We
have the concrete forms done, so you need to come take a look at them,” the man
said.
“Later!”
Declan’s palm swirled over the sweet sting of where the last blow connected.
“Okay,
boss, but we can’t….”
The
sound of his next open palm swat echoed off the walls and bit into her flesh a
little
harder, but she continued to work him between the folds of her sopping pussy.
He
squeezed
her ass before he separated her likely rosy globes and pressed a finger to her
pucker,
adding a new darkly pleasurable sensation to rage through her body.
Clit
ring swiping along his hard dick, she announced, “I’m going to come.” He
smacked
her bottom, the tingle working into the oncoming climax. The next blow had
Tiffany
spilling over the edge, shaking, listening to some construction worker talk
through
the door. If he came in, there was nothing she could do. She was too far gone
in
her
own ecstasy to care. “Ahh….” she moaned, her orgasm thundering through her,
pussy
clenching on air, ass tightening over the tip of his thumb.
Declan
pressed his forehead to hers. “Stay with me.” When she wavered, he took over,
both
hands on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, lifting her up and down as
though
she
weighed nothing. “Shit, yeah.”
He
grunted. Brow furrowed.
His
body shuddered against hers. His cock jerked between her labia. His release
shot
hot
cum up between them.
Without
missing a beat, Declan took her with his tongue, swallowing her panting
breaths
while their bodies quaked against one another.
