Chapter 39

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

DECLAN

I lift us both from the floor and carry Quinn to our bed, keeping my cock buried deep inside her. With one hand, I hold her against me and, I pull her shirt over her head with the other. She melts into the bed when I lay her upon it. Thrusting into her at a slow, leisurely pace, I kiss over her neck and pert tits as my hands roam along her body and hold her legs over my hip. She hovers on the brink, her hips rising to meet mine as she desperately tries to take more of me.

"Do you want it deeper?" I ask, inching my cock into her until I'm buried to the hilt. I still for a moment before pulling out and slamming my hips against her ass. "Or do you want it harder?"

"Both," she answers timidly. "Can I have both, Sir?"

Fuck, I couldn't say no if I tried.

"Yes, good girl for asking for what you need." I cup her chin and place a chaste kiss against her lips. Pulling my cock from her, I climb from the bed, instructing, "Up by the headboard for me."

Leaving her for a moment as I cross the room, she slides her tired body toward the top of the bed. I grab what I need from the armoire—a telescopic spreader bar, cuffs, and two short sections of hemp rope—and my cock throbs at the thought of how good she's going to look. After I drop the items on the bed, I strip out of my clothes and toss them to the floor.

"Fuck, my wife is beautiful."

I climb onto the bed and prowl across it, until I reach Quinn, positioning her on the pillows until she is in an almost crunch. My lips travel the length of her left arm, starting at her shoulder. Reaching her wrist, I wrap the cuff around it. I do the same to the right before kissing down her body to her toes. Dragging the velvet interior of the leather cuffs along her legs, I wrap each one around her ankles and attach them to the spreader bar.

"You're being so patient," I praise, tying a clove hitch around the spreader bar at each of her ankles. Reaching over her, I loop the loose ends of the hemp around the iron slats at each side of the headboard. I slowly tighten the slack on the ropes, lifting her legs into the air as the telescopic bar inches wider. When I secure the loose ends of the hemp around the bar, Quinn's legs are in a deep V, with her toes pointed toward the headboard. "Fuck. You look so good spread open for me with that dripping pussy of yours on display."

I lean between her legs, licking along the length of her pussy and across the cheek of her ass. My lips and tongue leave a trail of wet kisses up the back of her right leg as I take my time securing her right wrist to the bar. Kissing down her arm and across her chest, I clip her other wrist to the bar. The tightly bound position leaves her staring down her body. "Can you see your glistening cunt?"

"Yes, Sir." She nods before looking up at me.

"Good"—I direct her eyes back between her thighs—"because I want you to watch every stroke of my cock. I want you to watch me pump every last drop cum into your soaking wet cunt. Would you like that? Watching as I put our baby in you?"

Quinn's pussy spasms as I slide the tip of cock along her slit, waiting for her answer. "Yes! Please, Sir."

"Your tight little cunt feels so fucking good when you slide over me," I groan, pressing into her at a pace that is torturously slow for us both. She feels so fucking good that it takes every bit of self-restraint to keep from plowing into her. "Watch me stretch you out. I want you to see how eager your pussy is for my cock."

Fully seated inside her, I rock my hips and relish in the tight warmth of her cunt wrapped around me. Her arousal coats my shaft and trickles down her ass, dampening the sheets beneath us, as I continue to thrust in and out of her. She quivers around my cock as her legs flex in their tight bindings, a breathy moan passing over her lips as she comes.

"Fuck, I love how you feel when you come."

Rubbing my thumb lightly over her clit, I bring her over the edge again. And again. Every orgasm building stronger than the last as she slowly works me to my release.

But it's not enough .

"I need to fuck you, mo chéadsearc ," I grit. "I want you screaming and clenching around me when I fill this tight little hole."

She glances up at me through her thick lashes. Her lust-fueled need is more than enough of an answer, and without waiting for her to speak, I drive into her. Driving hard and fast, her already tight cunt begins to squeeze relentlessly around my cock as she rides a string of never-ending orgasms.

"Open. Your. Eyes," I grunt through thrusts as she struggles through her explosive release. "Watch me…give you…what…you're begging...for." My cock twitches as she squeezes blissfully around me, milking my cock as I unload in her until our cum begins to trickle from her. I pull from her slowly, ensuring every bit of my release stays inside of her. Removing her cuffs one at a time, I pepper the skin with soft kisses before laying each of her tired limbs on the bed.

Crawling beside her, I pull her into me and kiss over her neck and the back of her shoulder. "I love you, Dec," she mutters groggily.

"I love you, mo chéadsearc ."" I whisper against her ear.

She stirs slightly and mumbles, "You can't." Her words are so slow and heavy as she clearly fights against exhaustion.

"Don't worry," I kiss at the crook of her shoulder, "I'm only staying until you fall asleep. The next time I see you, you'll be walking toward me at the altar. Making me the happiest man alive."