I suck his lip ring into my mouth a

I suck his lip ring into my mouth and absorb the following groan that hums through him. I love that fucking sound. It’s so guttural and animalistic, and sexy as hell.
His hand leaves my thong and wanders around back to grab my ass. He grinds his hips into me as my fingers run up his back and knot in his hair, then suddenly my feet are leaving the ground as I’m lifted up. My legs automatically wrap around him as he half-carries, half-stumbles with me to the bed. It’s probably hard for him to see where he’s going when our mouths are locked together like this. . .
My body slides down his as he sets me next to the bed, making my hardened nipples tingle from the friction. I have every intention of ripping his clothes off and laying into him, but before I have the chance, he pulls back and says, “Turn around.”
What?
I stare at his red, slightly puffy lips as I try to make sense of it, because I seem to have forgotten the English language in my lust-filled haze. When I don’t move fast enough, he spins me around so I’m facing the bed and tugs up the hem of my dress, lifting it up to my waist. His fingers hook inside my panties as he pushes them down. 
Craning my neck over my shoulder, I see him kneel on the floor as he removes them. His hands skim up the sides of my thighs as he stands and snakes his hands around my belly, moving up to cup my breasts through the flimsy fabric of my dress. 
My head falls back as his fingers graze my nipples. It pebbles my skin even more and heats my whole body. I feel it straight between my legs, my pussy clenching painfully and impatiently. 
I can practically hear her screaming, “Gimme, gimme, gimme!”
His artful fingers are gone all too soon as he says, “Spread your legs and bend over.” His voice is right at my ear, rough and low, and has me shivering in anticipation until I actually register what he’s just said.
“What?” Slightly panicked, I try to look at him over my shoulder, but he holds me in place. 
“Do it, or I’ll spank you.”
His words spark a fresh wave of heat and desire that unfurls deep in my belly, despite my apprehension. This is so . . . open. There’d be no place to hide bent over this bed and spread apart. It’d leave me completely at his mercy.
My heart’s beating so hard I honestly think it might give out on me as I tentatively bend over the impossibly high bed and spread my feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. He presses his hand on my back, making me go lower until the side of my face rests against the soft comforter. It triggers something in me long-buried that punches its way to the surface and has my eyes squeezing shut as I’m suddenly thrust back into that basement, bent over the couch with my face pressed against the cushion. Shame pumps through me, hot, thick, and slow as I struggle to breathe.
Nudging my feet farther apart, Declan says, “Wider.”
His familiar voice rips me back to the present, and I open my eyes, blinking as I take in the room. 
I’m okay. Declan’s here, and I’m okay.
Nothing happens at first, and I’m left waiting anxiously while on full display. I’d turn around and look if I didn’t think he meant what he said about spanking—
Wet warmth licks up my slit and I gasp and jerk at the unexpected contact. Declan grabs my thighs, stilling me, as he licks another slow, torturous path up me. I fist the blanket next to my head as embarrassing sounds pass my lips and my breathing accelerates. The initial shock fades and is quickly replaced by arousal as he does this awesome, swirly thing with his skillful tongue that makes my legs quiver as I melt under him.
“You taste un-fucking-believable,” he murmurs against me.
What started off as light, teasing strokes quickly turns into deep, drugging sweeps and pulls of his hot, wet mouth. My head swims as my body locks up, tension settling into every muscle as I feel the impending arrival of my release. It starts to bloom in the center of my core, right where he’s devouring me, when he abruptly pulls away and I’m left a writhing, aching puddle before him.
I cry out in frustration, clawing the sheets to keep from turning around and shoving his head back down there in order to make him finish what he started. There’s a rustle of clothes, then the sound of his zipper and his gravelly voice. 
“Sorry, Kitten, but I need to feel this squeezing my cock when you come.” Placing a hand on my hip, the warm, hard tip of him glides along my slick folds. He hisses in a breath while mine catches. “Do you know how tight you get when you come?”
I shake my head against the comforter, briefly closing my eyes as he rubs his head around my clit in measured circles. Why does he get off on teasing me so mercilessly? It’s not fair.
“The way you clench and unclench around me. . . It’s like you’re milking my cock with your pussy.” His breath is a harsh rasp as he says, “It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.”
Right on cue, my walls clench as I wait in breathless anticipation. Have I mentioned how much I love his dirty talk? 
Declan slips and slides along me until he becomes poised at my entrance, and when the velvety tip of him starts to push inside me, I groan. 
“We can’t keep doing this without a condom,” he grates, though he makes no effort to stop or slow down. 
Biting my lip, I steal a glance at him over my shoulder. “Just don’t come in me, okay?” My eyes take in the ink swirling up his forearms as he grips my hips, then flick up higher to admire the way his white Henley stretches across his biceps. It’s a shame I won’t really be able to watch him in this position. . .
It would help in more ways than one.
“I’ll pull out, I promise.”
He pulls out a bit, wetting himself with my arousal, then slides into me all at once, raw, hot, and completely unfettered. Violent starbursts erupt behind my lids at the delicious, full feeling of being possessed by him. I clutch the blanket in my fists and moan into the mattress as his fingers dig into me. I think I hear a curse buried somewhere in his unintelligible sounds as he pulls back and thrusts forward, making my breasts bounce with the force.
Soon he establishes a steady pace. The only sounds that fill the room are his harsh breaths and the slap of his skin against mine. It’s all too familiar and I feel myself start to slip back into dangerous territory when Declan speaks and pulls me back into the moment. 
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps. “It’s like you were made for me.”
“Keep talking,” I breathe against the mattress, clinging to his words like they can anchor me to here and now. “I need to hear your voice.”
Declan groans as he slams into me. “You’re so wet. Is that for me? Did I make you that wet?”
I nod as a breathy moan leaves me. 
He thrusts harder. “Say it,” he bites out.
Gasping, I feel the familiar tension coiling low, urged onward by the punishing rhythm of his hips as he surges within me again and again. “Yes, it’s for you. Just you.” I reach between my legs and touch myself, desperately trying to reach that high I know is waiting for me.
“No,” he says, pinning my arm behind my back at the wrist. Panic spikes in me, but it doesn’t dim the overwhelming arousal riding me. Instead it gives it a sharp edge. “If you’re gonna come, it’ll be from my cock and the way I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”
Declan’s voice soothes away the panic and leaves something else burning in its place. Something good. This is different. This is Declan. Focus on that. “Yes,” I moan, fisting the sheet with my free hand. 
The hand still holding my hip leaves, and a second later I feel it wrapping around my ponytail. I cry out as Declan pulls my head back, making my back arch while he rams into me. He’s got my knees and the front of my thighs pinned against the side of the mattress with my arm still caught between us as he thrusts behind me. The slight change in position has him dragging against all the right spots and I can feel myself tightening around him.
“God,” Declan groans. “You’re close, I can feel it. Are you gonna come all over my cock?”
I gasp and curse, feeling closer and closer to my release. It’s going to be epic, I just know it.
“Shit,” he says. “I’m getting so deep this way. I—can—feel—everything,” he grates in time with his thrusts.
My muscles clamp down on him right as he stills and my whole body screams in protest. Why is he stopping? I’m right there! 
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I yell frantically as I push back with my hips.
He releases my wrist and my hair, gripping my hips once more as he slams into me with abandon. Every single muscle locks up as a tidal wave of ecstasy rips through my core. I cry out as rushing blood fills my ears, followed by the sound of my pounding heart and shallow breaths. 
Vaguely, I hear Declan groan while his movements turn jerky. Warmth floods me, but I’m too busy riding the wave as it fans outward, making my toes curl and my fingers clutch the blanket while I push back thrust for thrust. 
Declan’s fingers eventually loosen from their death-grip on my hips. He leans forward and rests his forehead to my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my back. 
My high fades as an ugly, familiar emotion creeps in and makes my skin crawl. I can’t seem to catch my breath, my eyes fluttering closed as I try to stop the flashback from happening.
Pain lances up my arm as he twists it behind my back and mashes my face into the beige fabric of the couch. All I can smell is the scent of Febreze as he grunts behind me, knees wedged between mine as I’m spread apart and bent over the seat while he takes his “due.” My legs quake as shame clogs my throat and hot tears stream down the side of my face, but not because it hurts.
No, the tears are because my traitorous body wouldn’t stop responding to him.
I'm crying because I just came.

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I suck his lip ring into my mouth and absorb the following groan that hums through him. I love that fucking sound. It’s so guttural and animalistic, and sexy as hell.His hand leaves my thong and wanders around back to grab my ass. He grinds his hips into me as my fingers run up his back and knot in his hair, then suddenly my feet are leaving the ground as I’m lifted up. My legs automatically wrap around him as he half-carries, half-stumbles with me to the bed. It’s probably hard for him to see where he’s going when our mouths are locked together like this. . .My body slides down his as he sets me next to the bed, making my hardened nipples tingle from the friction. I have every intention of ripping his clothes off and laying into him, but before I have the chance, he pulls back and says, “Turn around.”What?I stare at his red, slightly puffy lips as I try to make sense of it, because I seem to have forgotten the English language in my lust-filled haze. When I don’t move fast enough, he spins me around so I’m facing the bed and tugs up the hem of my dress, lifting it up to my waist. His fingers hook inside my panties as he pushes them down. Craning my neck over my shoulder, I see him kneel on the floor as he removes them. His hands skim up the sides of my thighs as he stands and snakes his hands around my belly, moving up to cup my breasts through the flimsy fabric of my dress. Kepala saya jatuh kembali sebagai jarinya merumput seperti puting saya. Kerikil kulit saya bahkan lebih dan memanaskan seluruh tubuh saya. Aku merasakannya langsung antara kaki saya, pussy mengepalkan menyakitkan dan sabar. Aku hampir bisa mendengar dia berteriak, "Gimme, gimme, beri aku!"Jari-jarinya berseni sudah berlalu terlalu cepat saat ia mengatakan, "menyebar kaki Anda dan membungkuk." Suaranya benar di telingaku, kasar dan rendah, dan telah saya menggigil mengantisipasi sampai benar-benar mendaftar apa ia hanya berkata."Apa?" Sedikit panik, saya mencoba untuk melihatnya bahu saya, tetapi ia memegang saya di tempat. "Itu, atau aku akan memukul Anda."Kata-katanya memicu gelombang segar panas dan keinginan yang Kalachakra berlangsung jauh di dalam perut saya, meskipun saya ketakutan. Ini adalah begitu... Buka. Tidak akan ada tempat untuk menyembunyikan membungkuk atas tempat tidur ini dan menyebar terpisah. Itu akan meninggalkan saya benar-benar di rahmat-Nya.Pemukulan hati saya begitu keras Sejujurnya aku berpikir itu mungkin berikan pada saya ketika saya tentatif membungkuk tempat tidur mustahil tinggi dan menyebar saya kaki sedikit lebih dari bahu-lebar terpisah. Ia menekan tangannya di punggung saya, membuat saya pergi lebih rendah sampai sisi wajah saya bersandar terhadap penghibur lembut. Justru memicu sesuatu dalam diriku lama terkubur yang meninju dalam perjalanan ke permukaan dan memiliki mata saya menutup meremas seperti saya tiba-tiba dorongan kembali ke ruang bawah tanah itu, membungkuk ke sofa dengan wajah saya ditekan terhadap bantal. Malu pompa melalui saya, panas, tebal dan lambat karena aku berjuang untuk bernapas.Nudging my feet farther apart, Declan says, “Wider.”His familiar voice rips me back to the present, and I open my eyes, blinking as I take in the room. I’m okay. Declan’s here, and I’m okay.Nothing happens at first, and I’m left waiting anxiously while on full display. I’d turn around and look if I didn’t think he meant what he said about spanking—Wet warmth licks up my slit and I gasp and jerk at the unexpected contact. Declan grabs my thighs, stilling me, as he licks another slow, torturous path up me. I fist the blanket next to my head as embarrassing sounds pass my lips and my breathing accelerates. The initial shock fades and is quickly replaced by arousal as he does this awesome, swirly thing with his skillful tongue that makes my legs quiver as I melt under him.“You taste un-fucking-believable,” he murmurs against me.What started off as light, teasing strokes quickly turns into deep, drugging sweeps and pulls of his hot, wet mouth. My head swims as my body locks up, tension settling into every muscle as I feel the impending arrival of my release. It starts to bloom in the center of my core, right where he’s devouring me, when he abruptly pulls away and I’m left a writhing, aching puddle before him.I cry out in frustration, clawing the sheets to keep from turning around and shoving his head back down there in order to make him finish what he started. There’s a rustle of clothes, then the sound of his zipper and his gravelly voice. “Sorry, Kitten, but I need to feel this squeezing my cock when you come.” Placing a hand on my hip, the warm, hard tip of him glides along my slick folds. He hisses in a breath while mine catches. “Do you know how tight you get when you come?”I shake my head against the comforter, briefly closing my eyes as he rubs his head around my clit in measured circles. Why does he get off on teasing me so mercilessly? It’s not fair.“The way you clench and unclench around me. . . It’s like you’re milking my cock with your pussy.” His breath is a harsh rasp as he says, “It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.”Right on cue, my walls clench as I wait in breathless anticipation. Have I mentioned how much I love his dirty talk? Declan slips and slides along me until he becomes poised at my entrance, and when the velvety tip of him starts to push inside me, I groan. “We can’t keep doing this without a condom,” he grates, though he makes no effort to stop or slow down. Biting my lip, I steal a glance at him over my shoulder. “Just don’t come in me, okay?” My eyes take in the ink swirling up his forearms as he grips my hips, then flick up higher to admire the way his white Henley stretches across his biceps. It’s a shame I won’t really be able to watch him in this position. . .It would help in more ways than one.“I’ll pull out, I promise.”He pulls out a bit, wetting himself with my arousal, then slides into me all at once, raw, hot, and completely unfettered. Violent starbursts erupt behind my lids at the delicious, full feeling of being possessed by him. I clutch the blanket in my fists and moan into the mattress as his fingers dig into me. I think I hear a curse buried somewhere in his unintelligible sounds as he pulls back and thrusts forward, making my breasts bounce with the force.Soon he establishes a steady pace. The only sounds that fill the room are his harsh breaths and the slap of his skin against mine. It’s all too familiar and I feel myself start to slip back into dangerous territory when Declan speaks and pulls me back into the moment. “You feel so fucking good,” he rasps. “It’s like you were made for me.”“Keep talking,” I breathe against the mattress, clinging to his words like they can anchor me to here and now. “I need to hear your voice.”Declan groans as he slams into me. “You’re so wet. Is that for me? Did I make you that wet?”I nod as a breathy moan leaves me. He thrusts harder. “Say it,” he bites out.Gasping, I feel the familiar tension coiling low, urged onward by the punishing rhythm of his hips as he surges within me again and again. “Yes, it’s for you. Just you.” I reach between my legs and touch myself, desperately trying to reach that high I know is waiting for me.“No,” he says, pinning my arm behind my back at the wrist. Panic spikes in me, but it doesn’t dim the overwhelming arousal riding me. Instead it gives it a sharp edge. “If you’re gonna come, it’ll be from my cock and the way I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”
Declan’s voice soothes away the panic and leaves something else burning in its place. Something good. This is different. This is Declan. Focus on that. “Yes,” I moan, fisting the sheet with my free hand. 
The hand still holding my hip leaves, and a second later I feel it wrapping around my ponytail. I cry out as Declan pulls my head back, making my back arch while he rams into me. He’s got my knees and the front of my thighs pinned against the side of the mattress with my arm still caught between us as he thrusts behind me. The slight change in position has him dragging against all the right spots and I can feel myself tightening around him.
“God,” Declan groans. “You’re close, I can feel it. Are you gonna come all over my cock?”
I gasp and curse, feeling closer and closer to my release. It’s going to be epic, I just know it.
“Shit,” he says. “I’m getting so deep this way. I—can—feel—everything,” he grates in time with his thrusts.
My muscles clamp down on him right as he stills and my whole body screams in protest. Why is he stopping? I’m right there! 
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I yell frantically as I push back with my hips.
He releases my wrist and my hair, gripping my hips once more as he slams into me with abandon. Every single muscle locks up as a tidal wave of ecstasy rips through my core. I cry out as rushing blood fills my ears, followed by the sound of my pounding heart and shallow breaths. 
Vaguely, I hear Declan groan while his movements turn jerky. Warmth floods me, but I’m too busy riding the wave as it fans outward, making my toes curl and my fingers clutch the blanket while I push back thrust for thrust. 
Declan’s fingers eventually loosen from their death-grip on my hips. He leans forward and rests his forehead to my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my back. 
My high fades as an ugly, familiar emotion creeps in and makes my skin crawl. I can’t seem to catch my breath, my eyes fluttering closed as I try to stop the flashback from happening.
Pain lances up my arm as he twists it behind my back and mashes my face into the beige fabric of the couch. All I can smell is the scent of Febreze as he grunts behind me, knees wedged between mine as I’m spread apart and bent over the seat while he takes his “due.” My legs quake as shame clogs my throat and hot tears stream down the side of my face, but not because it hurts.
No, the tears are because my traitorous body wouldn’t stop responding to him.
I'm crying because I just came.