I lean toward her, kissing her pink lips softly. “I love you, Addie.”
She sighs. “I love you, Declan.”
Hearing those words from her lips are like heaven and earth colliding. Emotions I’ve never felt before unlock and drip down over my skin, lighting nerve centers that I didn’t know existed. She’s too good for me. I know that, and I’ll spend a lifetime trying to prove my worth to her.
“Please, Declan,” she begs. “I need you.”
I stare toward her, kissing her forehead before ordering her to bend onto the bed. “Look back at me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”
She lowers onto the edge of the bed, ass up as she twists her shoulders back. Her hair falls beside her like a soft waterfall on the sheets and my cock hardens to the point where I’m sure it’s purple.
I wrap my hand around the girth and position myself at her core.
“Wait,” she gasps, “is it going to hurt? You’re so big. I—”
“I’ll go slow,” I groan, as my tip enters her soft mound. “I’ll go slow, and you can tell me to stop if you need me to.”
She nods, but I feel her body tighten with anxiety as I deepen my length inside of her. My hand lands on her lower back and I rub, hoping to relax her as I thrust deeper.
“Fuck. Are you okay, princess?”
“Yeah,” she squeaks. “This is the first time I’ve done this. Don’t stop, though. Go harder.”
The first time? “Princess, you should’ve told me. I would’ve—”
“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Please… go harder.”
Knowing that I’m the first to press into her tight little core sends a thrill through me.
She’s all mine.
I lift my hips and push into her, thumping against the round cheeks of her ass as I slide in and out of her wetness.
“Can you do me a favor?” I groan, rocking into her.
She sighs. “Yeah, what’s that?”
“Can you touch yourself? Can you rub circles on that silky, little clit? I want you to come on my cock.”
Her body jerks and her hand moves into place between her legs as her face is pushed back and forth against the sheets.
Every touch makes her body relax and my cock more easily dips inside of her. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.
With my hands on her hips, I thrust harder and harder, deeper and faster. She grips the edge of the bed with her free hand, trying to hold herself in place as I thump into her frame.
Her pussy is hot, and the walls feel thicker. I know she’s about to come.
“Don’t stop, Declan.” She’s begging, desperately. I like her this way.
I thrust in harder, and the sound of our bodies meeting sends a chill through my spine until suddenly the orgasm I’ve been trying to hold explodes and I’m filling her bare cunt.
As the sounds of my pleasure roar out, I feel her tense in my hands. She shakes a little, and I can feel my ear-to-ear grin.
I thump inside of her a little more until we’re both exhausted and too sensitive to continue, then collapse next to her, pulling her into my arms to feel her heartbeat against mine. We lay like that for a long moment, sticky and warm against each other’s skin.
“Do you remember that pie-eating contest you wanted me to judge?”
She looks up at me and smiles. “Yeah.”