At that, he grabs my face with both hands and smashes his lips to mine. His tongue immediately pushes into my mouth. Oh god. I forgot how incredibly he kisses. I love how he takes command. My whole body instantly buzzes with arousal.
My hands grab fistfuls of his hair. The harder I pull it, the harder he kisses me.Thisis animalistic attraction.Thisis passion.Thisis what I’ve been craving.Thisis the only man I’ve ever had it with.
He immediately shoves his hand down into my shorts and my panties. He runs his fingers through me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion.
He talks into my lips. “You’re so damn wet. Tell me, is it for me or for him?”
There’s not a single doubt in my mind. I breathe back, “You. Always you.”
He lets out a growl as he roughly sinks two fingers inside of me and pushes them as deep as they’ll go. I cry out into his mouth.
He whispers in my ear. “When I know there’s no one else, this will be my fat cock inside of you. For now, my fingers will fuck you until you come, and then I’ll lick them and get off on your taste.”
Jesus Christ, I’m almost coming just from the way he talks to me. A normal woman would push him away. Clearly, I’m not normal.
He’s driving into me hard and fast. I grab his forearm and dig my nails in, hoping to slow him down. “Declan, calm down.”
“Dig in, baby. It drives me wild. It’ll only make me go harder.”
I purposefully dig in, and he finger fucks me within an inch of my life.
He keeps going until my legs shake and I can barely stand. I have to grab his shirt with my other hand to hold myself up as I reach my orgasm in world record time. I’ve never in my life come so hard or so quickly from that.
When it’s over, I fall back and collapse onto my couch, completely spent from his onslaught. He stands there and slowly licks and sucks the fingers that were inside of me. His eyes roll back in pleasure, and he moans.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste. I dreamed of it every night. I almost forgot how good it is.”
I put my head on the back of the couch, nearly breathless, wondering why I’m so damn attracted to this guy. I barely know him. I know his head isn’t on completely straight, but all I can think about is the way that same head kisses me, and how much I want it on top of me and between my legs again.
What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be this attracted to the nice, stable guy that was in here just a few minutes ago?
Declan eventually sits down next to me. He grabs my hand and rubs it over his jeans covered hard cock. “You need to clean house, cause this guy wants you.” He looks down at the giant bulge in his pants. “He wants you badly. But I won’t share you.”
I turn my head to him, still catching my breath, and admit, “He’s never had me.”
The corner of his mouth rises. “And he never will.”
I’m suddenly confused by his ability to get up into my condo. “How’d you get up here unannounced?”
He smirks. “Jerry and I came to an understanding the last time I was here. I’ve been anticipating this day for months.”
He leans his head forward toward my neck and breathes me in. “Fuck, I’ve missed you. I love the way you smell.” He grabs me and pulls my body so that I’m straddling him. I’m not a small woman, yet somehow, he tosses me around like a ragdoll.
He pushes my hips down so that I’m grinding onto him. I gasp at his aggressiveness, and then moan at how good he feels. How can I already want him again after the finger tornado I just weathered? I run my hands underneath his shirt until I feel his abs and chest, running my fingers through his chest hair. I lean forward and kiss him.
God, what this guy makes me feel. I want him so badly.
I rub myself down onto him, but after only a minute or two, he stops me. “No. Think about what you want. I want one hundred percent of you. Nothing less.”
He kisses me hard. “Make it one hundred and ten percent. You may need a little something extra to be able to deal with me. I’m a bit of a handful.” He winks at me and then places me back on the couch, stands, and throws down a piece of paper with a phone number on it. “Call me when you know what you want. When there’s no one else.”
He grabs his bags and leaves on the elevator.
That’s the second time he’s left me on my couch, fresh from one orgasm, desperate for another.
Chapter Eleven
Melissa