Page 90 of Declan

We’ve done a fair amount of ass play over the last couple of months, so I knew this was coming eventually; I just never would’ve guessed she’d choose a hunting game in broad daylight in the backyard.

I shove the items back into my pocket, then stoop down and pull the sash from her robe, putting it into my back pocket, and then I take off after her at an easy gate. I want to race after her, to sprint and find her as quickly as possible, but I also know she said she wanted to be hunted—not chased. So, I take my time, pausing here and there and looking around, listening for her.

A good five minutes go by before I stop, looking out into the back quarter of the property area, where an area has been set up with strategically placed shade for privacy and protection from the sun. She’s just on the edge of the shade, spots of sunlight shining on her, and I’m frozen to the spot, enraptured by the sight of her.

She turns toward me, her eyes connecting with mine, and then she gasps, whirling away to make an escape, but I’m done hunting.

I close the distance between us before she gets far, my hand gripping the back of her neck firmly. When she tries to twist away, I move my other hand to the front of her throat and squeeze, holding her in place.

She stares up at me, and I loosen my grip, then she twists out, breaking free from my grasp. She manages a few running steps before I grab her, but this time, she fights me, her nails digging into me, her teeth gnashing, and it takes me a few minutes to immobilize her. She’s pressed face-down in the grass with me straddling her thighs, my upper body pressed into her back as I lean over her and rasp into her ear, “You done fighting?”

She laughs and then replies, “I don’t know, Declan. Are you gonna fuck me like a pussycat?”

“Oh, darling,” I murmur, my teeth nipping her cheek. “That’s how you want it, huh?”

She thrashes beneath me, all but humping the ground as she moans, “Yes. That’s how I want it.”

I sit up and grab her arms, pulling them behind her back and holding both of her wrists in one hand as I pull the sash from my back pocket and wrap it around her wrists, securing them. I brace myself on my hands and move back, putting a knee between her legs and using it to wedge them apart. I pull on her hands, and she adjusts herself so she’s up on her knees with her face on the ground, her ass in the air, waving her glistening pussy, and I smile as I ask, “You been thinking about this for a while, darling?”

She makes a choking sound that sounds an awful lot like confirmation, and then she gasps, “Please. Please, Declan.”

I move one hand along her ass as I use my free hand to unbutton and unzip my jeans, grateful I didn’t bother with underwear this morning. My hand strokes between her ass cheeks, my finger pressing briefly against her asshole before moving further down and sinking a finger into her drenched pussy.

She pushes herself back against me, her panting and gasping intermingled with her soft moans. I adjust my stance behind her and lean over to flick my tongue against her swollen clit for a few minutes. I add another finger, curling them inside her as I suck and lick her clit right up to the point where her groans and moans become frantic, and then I pull away.

She curses, wagging her ass at me as she incoherently begs me to finish what I started, but I ignore her pleas, instead rubbing the head of my dick along her slick pussy and dribbling some of my saliva onto my shaft as I push the tip into her tight cunt.

I pause with just the head of my dick inside her and lean my body over, bracing myself on my hands as I say, “I’ll give you more if you count it out.”

She pushes back against me in an attempt to force me deeper, but I pull back and laugh, and then say, “Count the metal, darlin’. Count the metal, and you can have it all.”

She nods in acknowledgment of my words and pushes herself back against me again as I press inside until the first piercing slides in, and then I pause again, waiting. After a beat, she gasps out, “One.”

I growl deep in my chest, forcing myself not to shove the next seven inside her in one go, and I squeeze her hips, unable to move until she whines, “Please, baby. Please.”

I ease my grip on her hips, allowing her to push back until the second piercing slides into her, but then I stop her from going any further, and she moans, “Two.”

I do the same for the next one, allowing her to take it inside her and stopping her from going any further until she says, “Three,” then she pushes back some more, “Four.”

I stare down at the picture my dick makes shoved halfway inside her, immediately shredding what little self-control I have, and I grit my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut briefly before lifting my hand up to my mouth and wetting my thumb. I lower my hand to her ass and rub the wet digit on her asshole as I thrust forward She leans back again and whimpers, “Five.”

I push my thumb against her ass, massaging her virgin hole as I lean over, spit on it, and then push my finger in up to my second knuckle. She moans, her hips shoving back onto my cock, and I sink in even further. “Six.” Deeper. “Seven.” And deeper still. “Eight.”

I remain motionless, my dick seated deep inside her pussy, and I keep up the pressure of my thumb, intermittently adding more saliva until I’m sliding easily in and out, and she’s whining, whimpering, and then moaning, “Please, Declan. Oh, God.”

I pull my dick out of her cunt and slide back in with slow, even strokes, my free hand retrieving the lube and condom from my pocket. I drop the condom on the ground within easy reach and then squirt lube onto the two fingers before pressing them into her tight hole. After a few shallow strokes, they slide in easily, and I work them deeper, stretching her in preparation.

She thrashes back against me, her guttural sound of frustration vibrating up my spine as she turns her head toward me and snarls, “Fuck me already.”

I chuckle as I ease my dick out and then shove it back inside. At the same time, I shove two fingers deep in her asshole, and she chokes on whatever she was going to say next, and I reply, “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

I squeeze more lube onto my fingers and then set the bottle aside as I reach up and tug the sash free from her wrists. “Brace yourself, doll face. Brace yourself and rub your clit.”

She does as she’s told, her hand disappearing beneath her, then I slowly work a third finger into her asshole. She squirms, muttering incoherently, but I sense her urgency, her frustration.

We’ve done a significant amount of ass play, and I know she had every intention of me spitting on it and attempting to shove my dick in there, but I’m going to do my best to make the experience as pleasant as possible for her.

Driving her mad is just an added bonus.

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