Page 58 of Declan

I loosen my hold on him, my arms and legs sprawling limply as I reply, “No, really. It’s good. Great. Amazing, even.”

He smiles, then chuckles softly and places a kiss on my nose, then each of my eyelids and, finally, on my lips. Sighing heavily, he braces his hands on either side of me and slowly pushes his upper body away, while at the same time pulling his hips back, and I feel the rush of warmth oozing out of me as he kneels between my legs, staring at my pussy. I wait a few moments and then say, “Maybe you should take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

His eyes jump to mine, excitement lacing his words, and he says, “May I?”

My eyes widen because I was joking, but he looks so excited that I smile, a shoulder lifting up as I reply, “Sure. If you want to.”

He wastes no time removing himself from the sofa and rushing to where he left his jacket. He yanks his phone out of the inside pocket and holds it, squinting as he rushes back to me, settling in the spot he had just vacated.

He holds the phone so he has the shot he wants, then snaps the picture, but as he lowers the phone, he looks up at me and says, “Cross your arms over your chest, darlin’, and keep looking at me like that.”

I do as he asks without question, and he raises the phone again, this time snapping a picture of whatever he sees on my face, and then he smiles down at the picture before turning the phone off and setting it on the arm of the sofa.

He looks around the room, and his pleasant expression sours, so I find myself asking once again, “Now, what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head as he replies, “I wasn’t planning on this happening, so I’m completely unprepared.”

I smile and stretch my arms over my head as I reply, “It was perfect. We’re perfect.”

He returns my smile, then moves one of his hands back between my legs, where his seed is still oozing out of me, and he scoops some of it up and pushes his fingers into me. I wince slightly, and he freezes, then slowly pulls his fingers out of my pussy and glides a wet trail up my stomach and between my breasts.

He holds his glistening fingers up to my mouth, giving me a challenging look that has me opening my lips and sucking them inside without hesitation.

He makes a low sound of appreciation, pulling his fingers from my mouth as he says, “I think I’m going to be pleasantly surprised by how naughty you are, darlin’. You’re gonna get me hard again when there’s nothing we can do about it.”

He stands and walks across the room as I say, “What do you mean we can’t do anything about it? We can do anything we want.”

He stops in front of the sink on the far wall and laughs. “You’re gonna want to slow your roll, doll face. It’s gonna be a day or two before we can do whatever we want after the pounding I just gave you.”

“Pounding?” I giggle. “Whatever happened to the loving breaching of my maidenhood?”

“Oh, it was a loving pounding for sure,” he jokes as he makes his way back across the room with a washcloth in his hand. I attempt to take it from him, but he shoos me away and presses the warm cloth between my legs, gently wiping away our combined mess.

I look down at myself spread open before him, surprised I’m not feeling self-conscious or embarrassed, and then I laugh and say, “If I’d known this was going to happen, I might’ve taken my grooming more seriously.”

He raises his brows at me and snorts. “I do not care at all how you choose to groom yourself. You wanna go completely bare? Cool. You want a full 70s bush? Cool. Beggars can’t be choosers, doll face, and I’ll always be begging for you.”

I smile, a shiver running through me as the coolness of the room finally touches my previously overheated skin. He removes the now-cool cloth, walks back across the room, and drops it in the sink before heading in the direction of what appears to be a mobile dresser.

He pulls out various articles of clothing before closing the drawers and carrying them over to me, dropping them on the sofa by my feet as he holds a hand out to me. I take his offered hand, sit up and scoot to the edge of the sofa, and hold my own hand out to see what he brought for clothes.

He swats my hand away, and then he’s pulling something over my head, and my hands flail around in front of me as I’m temporarily blinded.

He pulls the soft fabric clear of my face, and I blink up at him, my partially dry hair flying around me. I’d yell at him if he didn’t look so pleased with himself. I allow him to pull the sweatpants up my legs, standing so he can pull them up to my waist, where he folds the top a few times so they’re not sagging down to my knees.

Then he stands there, completely bare-ass naked, looking incredibly pleased that he managed to dress me, so I poke him in the stomach and say, “Do I get to dress you now?”

He quickly grabs the remaining clothes from the sofa, moving a few steps away from me as he dresses himself in record time, and then he’s right there, stepping into me, nuzzling my neck. “You look amazing in my clothes, darlin’.”

I snort and push him away, walking to the vanity, where I look at my reflection in horror. “I can’t be seen like this.”

He frowns. “Why the fuck not?”

I look back at my reflection, which hasn’t changed, then back at Declan as I exclaim, “You won’t understand, Declan. Just take my word for it.”

He gives me a confused look then asks, “How do you expect to make an escape, then? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to stay here all night.”

“Surely, you have an escape plan for instances where you need to make a clean getaway!”

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