Page 83 of Carnal Urges
Breathing hard, I say, “I might need to reconsider the order of events. How hungry are you?”
Her only response is a whimper.
I grab the showerhead from the wall and set the spray to pulse. Then I put it between her legs, take her jaw in my hand and turn her face toward me, and command, “Suck.”
The crown of my cock nudges her lips. She opens her mouth without hesitation. I flex my hips forward, sliding into wet heat. She starts to suckle me.
Her mouth is heaven.
With every thrust of my hips, she opens her throat wide and takes my shaft all the way in. When I withdraw, she swirls hertongue around the head and licks the slit. I watch her suck me, pleasure pulsing in my cock, pressure building in my balls, until she moans again, her whole body shuddering.
I move the pulsing spray away from her pussy. Panting, I say, “Don’t come. Not yet.”
She looks up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes, licking her lips.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
I turn off the water, grab a towel, pull her upright, and dry her off. She stands silent as I finish, then watches, blinking slowly, as I dry myself. She looks like she’s in a trance.
I pick her up and carry her to the bed. “Arms over your head. Spread your legs.”
She complies instantly.
Bloody hell, that makes me even harder.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I stare at her naked body and slowly stroke my shaft. Lying very still, she watches as I kneel between her spread legs.
When I apply my mouth to her pussy, she arches off the bed and groans brokenly. When I reach up and pinch her rigid nipples, she shivers. I gently suck her clit, and she breathes my name.
The way she responds to me makes me feel like a king, an animal, and a lovestruck teenager, all at once. The feeling is instantly addictive.
I want more.
I finger fuck her and lick her delicious wet cunt until she’s writhing against my face and almost sobbing with the effort not to come.
“Such a good girl.” I yank open the drawer in the nightstand. I dig out a condom from its box, tear off the wrapper, roll it onto my throbbing cock with shaking hands.
Then I roll her onto her belly and spank her again.
She jerks, moaning with every stinging strike of my open palm, her hips rocking, until she starts to beg. “Please! Please! Declan, god, pleaseI’m so close—”
“You know what to say.”
“What? No, I don’t.”
My voice dark, I say, “Aye. You know what to call me. Say it.”
She’s silent. Out of her body and back up into her head.
Defying me.
I reach under and pinch her clit, tugging gently at the engorged little bud.“Say it.”
She sucks in a breath, holds it for a split second, then lets it out in a rush. Along with it goes her resistance. She blurts, “Sir, please let me come.”
Good god, the rush of adrenaline that courses through my body should kill me.
I roll her onto her back, take my jutting cock in one hand, and rub it up and down through her soaked folds. Looking into her eyes, I growl, “Who do you belong to?”
