Page 51 of Stolen Sun

I whimper at his words. He pulls me into his chest and stands, walking us across the room. I grind against him as I kiss and lick his neck and shoulders.

He moans as he opens the door to his bedroom, slamming my back against the wall. Holding me from under my thighs, he thrusts into me as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. My insides clench around him, and I lose myself in the waves of an orgasm as he bites down on my nipple.

“Yes, Declan,” I cry out as my body shakes.

“Fuck, you feel so good when you come,” he says, pumping into me until my pussy stops pulsing around him.

Then he continues walking while he licks and nibbles my neck and shoulders. A light switch clicks, but I’m too lost in him to care where he’s taking me. After a few more steps, I’m lowered onto a cold surface.

My eyes pop open to a dimly lit room. The ceiling fan picks up speed, the cool air spreading goosebumps all over my body. The leather table I’m on is just the right height to allow Declan to stay inside me.

He circles my clit with his thumb as he slides in and out of me gently until my hips move with him again. I lean back on my hands to watch him. His dark eyes are shaded by furrowed brows as he watches his cock push in and out of me.

“You’re fucking perfect, Noel,” he says, looking up at me.

The heat begins to coil in my core—another orgasm building at the sight of him fucking me. He presses his palm into my lower stomach, keeping me in place as continues to rub circles into my clit. In no time, I come undone for him again.

My legs shake uncontrollably as I come down from the high. Declan pulls out of me while I’m still riding the last of it.

“No,” I protest his absence, but he’s kneeling down in front of me.

“Just a taste, baby girl,” he purrs before his mouth devours me.

I cry out at the warmth of his mouth soothing my already sore opening. He slides his tongue inside then sucks on my clit, causing my body to jerk.

“You need a taste, don’t you?” He taunts.

Laying me down on the table, he helps me hang my head over the edge. He slides his dick into my mouth while he cradles the back of my head.

“Taste your come on me,” he says, as he fucks my throat hard.

“Good girl,” he breathes out, brushing the tears away as I gag around him.

When he pulls out, I grab his hips to keep him. I lick down his shaft and suck his balls into my mouth, burying my face between his legs.

“Fuck,” he hisses and lets go of my head to pinch both of my nipples hard.

I moan into him and continue licking and sucking, not willing to release my grip on his hips.

He slaps my pussy, and I release his balls with a scream. Stepping back, he grabs one of my wrists. I hear a click and feel something pinch my wrist.

“What?” I ask, looking at the handcuff around my wrist.

Declan is already locking my other wrist in when he asks, “How many orgasms can you handle?”

Pulling my wrists apart, I look up at him.

“I don’t understand,” I tell him.

“How many have you had back to back?” He rephrases the question.

I’m slow to answer because I honestly can’t think of sex before this.

“Only one,” I tell him, pretty sure that’s right.Oh, wait.“Twice, just now.”

He grins and climbs over me on the table. Grabbing my hips, he flips me to my stomach. Then, he lifts my ass in the air, forcing me up on all fours. He slaps my ass hard, and I cry out in surprise.

I feel something slip around my waist and click behind my back. I hear a chain clank above me then feel him click it into whatever is around my waist.

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