“Harder,” I barely made out. He arched his hips up higher, but that wasn’t what I meant. I squeezed his hand around my throat so tight that bringing in air was almost impossible, but the lack thereof only intensified my pleasure. “Harder.”
His mouth parted again, soft moan escaping as his fingers clenched tighter at my throat. Fuck, why had I never heard a man moan before? Why was it so damn sexy?
I clenched myself around him, and his groan deepened. He grasped my breast, pinched my nipple so hard that I almost screamed with a combination of euphoria and pain, and he arched higher, going deeper than I knew he could.
“Mmm, you feel so good,” I murmured, hardly audible. “Fuck me, baby.”
With impeccable speed once more, the world whirred around me as my body crashed into the mound of linens. He was still inside me, so deep that it almost hurt, but so deep that it felt like we were two organisms merged as one.
Fingers still wrapped around my throat, the other grabbing my breast, I gazed up at him in adoration. I loved men, I always had, but no one ever looked this good while they were on top of me. All of those sweat dampened, strong muscles glistening in the moonlight from the window were almost god like. He held himself up on his knees, but he was touching me in just the right places, watching every face I made, studying me, admiring me the same way that I was indulging in him.
“Harder,” I barely managed out. “Fuck me harder.”
His fingers tightened on my breast, pinching my nipple so hard that I squealed. There was pain, but it only added to the pleasure. “What do you say?”
“Please,” I whispered. “Please fuck me harder, baby.”
“It’s so sexy when you use your words, sweetheart.”
“Don’t stop.” I gripped his strong, smooth shoulders. “Please don’t stop.”
He smiled. “Keep begging me.”
“Please,” I groaned again, eyes locked with his, pressure building inside of me, intensifying with each thrust. “Make me come. Please make me come.”
His smile stretched higher. “Louder.”
“Please,” I practically screamed. “Please don’t stop.”
“Say my name.” His eyes were like two perfectly sculpted jewels, sparkling in the dim glow of the streetlights outside the window.
“Declan.” It came out as a breathy moan. “Fuck me harder, Declan.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, slamming in deeper, practically massaging that sensual place within me with his cock. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
I groaned his name out again.
“You better fucking come for me because I’m not gonna last much longer.” His hand moved from one breast to the other, flicking my nipples, bringing me closer with each brush. “Come around my dick, Brooke. I wanna feel your perfect little cunt tighten. I want to hear you scream my name as you cum all over me.”
Just as he said it, the contractions began, my legs locked like anchors around his waist, moaning his name. It was like the rest of the world dulled from existence, completely overtaken with pleasure. The euphoria took hold of my body as he plunged deeper into me, rocking his pelvis against my clit, filling every drop of blood within me with a fire I’d never experienced.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmured. “Fuck yes, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.”
My breaths quickened, watching his expression as he studied mine. I kept thinking the orgasm would stop but it only grew stronger.
“Look at you.” Declan smiled, squeezing my throat harder, grazing my bottom lip. “You’re coming so good for me.”
I had no idea why I loved hearing him talk to me like this so much, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. I’d never been so turned on in my life. It was like tiny fires had ignited throughout every part of my body. Like every cell was exploding with passion and bliss.
Declan’s warm eyes stayed on mine through each tremble. That smirk of a smile stayed across his lips as his breaths quickened, pace fastening, thrusting in harder, massaging a magnificent spot deep within me. The orgasm stretched on longer than I knew it could, and I wasn’t sure why.
Because of the physical sensation? Because of his gaze that practically held me captive? Because despite the fact that this may have been some of the dirtiest sex I’d had, it was also the most sensual?
I didn’t know why, but I drowned myself in it.
My fingers closed around his warm back, nails scraping in, and his smile spread. “Such a good fucking girl.”
His thrusts stopped when my quakes trapped him inside, and he let out a soft groan of satisfaction, peaking. His rough grasp around my throat lifted to my face, ginger now, brushing his thumb along my lower lip.