Chapter 24
Declan
Whatawoman.The way she felt. Her body fitting into mine. Her tightness and heat. My eyes watered from the sheer pleasure. The type of pleasure I’d read about but had never experienced before.
How was I ever going to be the same again?
Skin on skin. Her muscles gripped my cock like she’d fucked hundreds of men. Only she hadn’t.
I was her fucking first.
That was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I rode her slowly. Her pussy taking possession of my cock.
Her pussy had also taken possession of my senses.
As had Theadora.
I entered slowly. Her walls gripped my shaft like a thousand fingers squeezing the life out of it each time.
With each thrust, the sensation intensified, until I felt like I would lose my mind from ecstasy.
Her warm breath on my neck. Her mouth nipping away. Her perfume radiating from her: a mixture of womanly musk and rose.
She rocked her hips as I grasped her bum, allowing me to sink deep inside of her.
Her pussy spasmed around my pounding dick and she cried out, taking me with her.
A rush so intense, I think I might have blacked out because I went somewhere I’d never been before. I kept blowing and blowing. I didn’t even know I had so much fucking sperm. It just kept flowing out of me, like I’d burst a vein.
The volcanic-like eruption sent me flying. I landed ono a soft, warm cloud with Theadora in my arms as stars sprinkled over us.
Holy fucking hell.
What was that?
It took some time for me to return to normal.
Talk about brain meltdown. Profound and indescribable pleasure.
My eyes watered. Not just from euphoria but from the emotion of experiencing Theadora.
With that voluptuous body, those sultry dark eyes and rosy pout, she had me completely under her spell.
I was never going to be the same again.
We all met up at my father’s favourite Italian restaurant in London.
“So, Papa, are you going to invite us to your new penthouse apartment?” Savanah’s face lit up. “I know. A cocktail party.”
My sister seemed to spend her life looking for the next party.
Sipping wine, my father smiled. He looked happy if not a little tired, which concerned me. He was no longer that young man that could party hard, not like his boyfriend, who I sensed enjoyed a party or two.
“You’re a lawyer, I hear,” Ethan said, turning to Luke.
He nodded. “I’ve just started a practice. Thanks to this generous cutie.” He touched my father’s arm affectionately, and they shared a lingering gaze.