Chapter 32

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

QUINN

"Stick out your tongue," Declan demands as his fingers slide into my hair and he bends to my level. My arousal shines on his lips, and the glistening liquid drips from his chin. Inching his face towardmine,hegravellycommands, "Clean up your mess."

My pussy somehow flutters again as I lick along the underside of his jaw, collecting a drop of me. I follow it with wet, suckling kisses over his chin, moaning as I lick my arousal from his face. Tightening his grip on the fistful of my hair, Declan pulls me to his mouth and plunges his tongue into mine. He rubs his tongue against mine, painting it with my taste, kissing me hard until I'm left panting and breathless.

"Such a dirty girl," he groans, pulling back from our kiss and standing. He disappears behind me, his hands gliding over mybodytell me where he's going. They slide along myleg, which ispoised on the floor, until they're lightly wrapped around my ankle. He places a ticklish kiss behind my knee as he lifts my foot from the floor. Bending it toward my ass, he holds it in place and secures it with a length of hemp, leaving me fully suspended.

And totally at his mercy.

Mercy that he immediately takes advantage of when he spreads my thighs, slips the head of the pink wand through my arousal and presses it against my clit. His hand slides over my hip and splays across my stomach to hold me flush against his body. His firm cock presses into the small of my back as he flips the vibrator on.

"Fuck! Dec!" I scream and lurch in my ropes as the brutally strong vibrations shoot through me, but he doesn't turn it down. Pained whimpers tremble over my lips as he grinds the head of the wand over my clit at varying levels of pressure. Mere moments of relief mixed with blissful agony.

"You can take alittle more," Declan groans as I spasm violently against him from the string of orgasms rushing through my body. His hand slides along my stomach until it is cupping my breast. He kneads it and teasingly pulls at my nipples as he continues to hold the vibe firmly between my legs. "I'm not stopping until you've left a puddle on this floor. I want to watch as you completely let go."

I struggle, literally and figuratively, through every orgasm, with our safe word resting on the tip of my tongue. While I come more times than I can count, Declan continues to massage the wand on and around my clit. Another orgasm rapidly builds at my core until my pussy feels like it's going to explode. The release shoots through me, gushing from my pussy and expelling from my mouth in a silent scream.

"You did so fucking good for me, mochéadsearc ," Declan praises, flipping off the wand and ending the incessant buzzing. A euphoric calmness wafts over me as he tenderly rubs his hands over my skin and continues to shower me with praise.

"I love how fucking wet you get for me," Declan croons. Undoing his pants, he steps between my parted thighs and presses the thick head of his cock into me. He thrusts into me at a leisurely pace, keeping a soft grip on my leg and the harness around my chest to stabilize me. "I'm getting fucking covered in you."

I lose all track of time, and it feels like Declan worships me for hours as rolling waves of pleasure continue to ripple through me. Declan grows more rigid inside me, causing me to quiver around him as it catapults me over the edge again. My pussy squeezes around him, and it's his undoing. He slides in deep, his hips pressing against me as he groans through his release. Pulling from me, he mutters, "I might never get enough of filling you."

My eyelids grow heavy as Declan pulls and tugs at the ropes, jostling me slightly. Opening them, I find myself on the floor even though my body still feels weightless. I'm sitting between Declan's legs, propped against his chest, as he pulls the last of the ropes from around my legs. My skin is pink and dimpled with the spiral pattern from the ropes.

"You did so good for me. I'm so fucking proud of you." Declan tenderly rubs his fingers over the marks as he languidly kisses alongmy neck. He spreads his hand over my flat stomach and tips my face over my shoulder to face him. His warm breath blows across my lips as he leans closeto delicately presshis to them.

Lifting me from the floor, Declan carries me across the room and slides us both into the bed. He curls against my back, spooning me. His arms wrap around me and pull me against him. "I don't want to wait," hewhispers,and I try desperately to fight off my exhaustion. "I want you as my wife. I wantto start buildinga life with you."

Sliding my hands along his forearm, I pull his hand to my lips and kiss the back of it. "I'd marry you tomorrow. But we've already started building a life together, baby."