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It doesn’t take her long before she’s clenching down on my dick, coming for me on his fucking headstone.

“Dec, yes,” she moans.

I’m right behind her, filling her little body with as much of me as it will hold.

“All mine,” I say, my voice deep and raw.

Chapter twenty

Noel

Watching Declan wash his vehicles might be my new favorite thing to do. If this is how he spends most Saturday mornings, I’ll be sure to set an alarm from now on.

He grips the towel as he dries his blacked out Corvette the same way he grips my legs when he's spreading them wide. His brows pinch with determination just as they do when he thrusts into me.

After watching him wash and rinse the car, I decide I can’t take it anymore. I set my coffee down and walk over to him. He turns when he hears my footsteps splash through the puddles, and looks at me in confusion.

“Wanna help?” He asks, holding out the towel.

“Something like that,” I tell him with a smirk and pull off my shirt, revealing my bare chest to him.

His eyes darken. He walks over and spins me around. Using the rubbery towel, he ties my hands together behind my back and shoves down on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel on the wet concrete. Walking around to stand in front of me, I can see his dick hardening inside his thin shorts.

Looking up at him, I lick my lips and say, “Use me, baby. I’m yours.”

“Mm. What’s gotten into you?” He grabs my hair from underneath, holding my head in place as I stare up at him.

“You,” I tell him.

Pulling his hard cock out to rub against my lips, he says, “Only me. Now be my good girl and swallow this cock.”

He shoves himself to the back of my throat, holding it despite my gagging.

“Breathe through your nose,” he orders impatiently, and I do as I’m told.

When the gagging stops, I wrap my lips around him and slide my tongue out flat beneath his shaft.

“That’s it,” he praises and begins to move, holding me still by my hair.

Keeping my eyes on him as he watches me has me craving more, so I try to bob my head with him. He loosens his grip on my hair enough to let me move some, but if I go too far he yanks my hair tighter.

My hips begin to rock from side to side to find friction against my blue jean shorts. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me, so he notices immediately.

“You like being my toy?” His deep voice is all gravel now.

The only way to answer him is to blink, and fresh tears fall down the sides of my face. He slows his pace before pulling out completely. Then, he stands me up to walk me over to the car. My back presses against smooth metal, just behind the passenger door.

He unbuttons my shorts and slides them off along with my thong. When I lift my foot to remove the shorts the rest of the way, he grabs my ankle. He throws my leg over his shoulder. He does the same to my other leg. His hands hold me up under my ass, and he has my pussy right in front of his face.

Without a word, he slips his thumb inside of me and devours the rest with his mouth. My legs wrap around his head instinctively. It feels as though I could fall without my arms to hold me up. He fucks me with his fingers while he sucks on my clit.

“Declan,” I cry out, and he rubs his unshaven face from side to side, scratching my sensitive skin to give me a mixture of pain and pleasure.

When he feels my orgasm building, he stops. Instead of letting me finish, he shrugs his shoulders to force my legs to fall to his arms. I squeal at the brief fall.

He smirks and stands while lowering me to lay across the car. He slowly pushes his cock into me.

He moves so slowly, that I can feel myself squeezing him, wanting more.

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