Page 91 of Declan

I slide three fingers into her ass, thrusting in and out, spreading them wider at the same time I thrust my dick into her pussy. She rubs her clit, her gasps, pants, and moans escalating as I pick up my pace, wanting her to fall over the edge as I give her what she asked for.

I grip her hip with my free hand, yanking her back against me so I’m working both of her holes simultaneously, and she sobs, “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Oh my God. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

I grit my teeth as both holes flutter and twitch, and she sobs her orgasm into the grass beneath her face. I release my grip on her hip, picking up the condom and removing it from the wrapper as I pull my dick from her still twitching cunt and my fingers from her ass, rolling the condom onto my throbbing dick.

I pick up the lube, squeezing some onto her ass and then onto my dick, smearing it over the condom before pressing the tip against her back hole. She becomes tense beneath me. Her hand stops moving against her clit, and she holds her breath, so I pause and say, “Relax, darlin’. You gotta breathe. Keep touching yourself.”

After a moment, the tension leaves her body, and she takes a few breaths, her fingers once again moving on her clit as she presses back against me steadily, taking just the tip inside. So, I say, “That’s right, doll face. You do it. You take what you want.”

She wiggles against me, then pushes back a bit more forcefully, the head of my dick disappearing into her ass. I lean over the back of her, bracing my hands on the ground on either side of her, my chest pressed against her back as I resist the urge to thrust forward.

She slides off me, then slides back, taking more and more, and she repeats the motion slowly, easing me in and out, in and out, until her ass cheeks are pressed firmly against my pelvis, and I’m trembling, holding myself back.

She pauses with me balls-deep in her tight hole, and she sobs again, pushing back against me almost violently as she chokes out, “Fuck me, baby. Oh, God, fuck me.”

I whimper, a low growl falling from my lips, and then I whisper, “Hold on, darlin’. Give me a second.”

She shifts forward and then pushes back against me even harder and gasps, “Fuck me, Declan. Fuck my ass. Fuck me.”

I straighten my arms and lift my upper body from her back as I slide my dick out of her and then thrust back in hard, once, twice, then I stop and grit out, “Is that what you want?” I pull out and thrust back into her even harder, the slap of our bodies coming together reverberating around us, and I pause again and add, “You want me to fuck you rough, darlin’? Want me to make sure you’re feeling me for days?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moans loudly, her hips moving in my grip as she attempts to force me to move. “Just like that. Oh, God. You’re gonna make me come again.”

“Are you close?” I ask breathlessly, my need to come reaching a near-breaking point. I try to slow down, but she pushes back against me, so I say, “I won’t last at this pace, Issa. Are you close? I need you to come with me.”

She thrashes beneath me, her free hand pushing into the grass, and she looks back at me with eyes half-closed in pleasure as she moans, “Yes. God, fuck yes. I’ll come. Fuck me. Fuck me, and I’ll come.”

She loses her balance, her hand sliding forward, and she shifts again, her face pressed into the crook of her elbow as she moans so loudly it sends electricity right down my spine into my balls. Then she’s screaming incoherently, her fingers on her clit moving rapidly, and she’s shoving her ass back into me as I rut into her like a fucking madman. I spit out through my gritted teeth, “That’s right, doll face. Take my fucking cock. Come all over me.”

She sobs her release, cursing and writhing as her pleasure peaks, and I thrust into her again and then pull out, rolling the latex from my dick and shoving the hard length of me back into quivering pussy. I stuff three fingers back into her asshole, pushing them in deep as I fuck her hard and fast. “Fucking hell, darlin’. Keep coming. Give me another one. I’m gonna come so deep in your quivering cunt you’re gonna feel my seed in your throat.”

She continues to rub herself as I pound into her, my fingers and cock relentless as she pushes her face into her arm, muting her carnal sounds. I release her hip, my upper body once again blanketing her as I brace myself on my hand and kiss and lick a path up her spine to the back of her neck and then biting her pulse point, and choking out, “Look at me, Issa.”

She lifts her head and pushes herself up as she turns toward me, and I crane my head, shifting my weight until I’m pressing my lips against hers as she comes, her guttural moan falling into my mouth as I kiss her ferociously.

She kisses me back, her tongue tangling with mine as I push all the way into her, pulsing in and in and in, her pussy clenching around me until I’m cursing into her mouth, and my dick throbs my release deep inside her.

I continue to push into her, my body tingling as the sharp edges of euphoria recede, and I’m left panting, the soft warmth of contentment enveloping me. She kisses me once more, then her head falls forward onto her arm, and I glance down with concern until I see the smile on her lips. I laugh, shaking my head as I mutter, “What have I done?”

She giggles, her entire body sinking into the grass as she peers up at me and says, “You’ve created a monster.”

I laugh and press a kiss on her cheek, the corner of her mouth, the side of her neck, and then on her shoulder as I push my body upright, smoothing my hands along her ass cheeks as I slowly pull myself from her body.

Her breath catches, and she moans softly, I sit back, eyeing her freshly fucked holes appreciatively, and after a few moments, she mutters, “For fuck sake, Declan, just take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“I don’t have a camera on me,” I reply seriously. “Or I absolutely would.”

“Well, that’s poor planning on your part.” She giggles and rolls slightly onto her side so she can look back at me without craning her neck, then holds a hand out to me and says, “You’re gonna have to help me up.”

I rise to my feet and take her hand, slowly helping her to her feet. I steady her, holding onto her arms until I’m sure she’s stable. I remove my shirt, wrapping it around her shoulders, helping her put her arms in the sleeves, and then crossing the two sides over her front.

She steps into me, her arms coming up around my waist as she presses her face into my chest and inhales deeply a few times before saying, “I love that smell.”

I hug her to me, my cheek resting on top of her head as I ask, “You love what smell, doll face?”

“The smell of us,” she murmurs into my chest. “The wreak of sex permeates from your pores. They should bottle that shit.”

I laugh loudly and shake my head as I say, “You wanna market the essence of Declan?”

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