“Lie down on your back, Maddie,” he growls. “Now.”
I do as he says, resting my head on the pillow and straightening my legs out on either side of him.
He hovers over me, holding himself up with one hand, positioning his cock with the other. “I want you to tell me exactly how it feels to have me inside you. Tell me what you want. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He teases my entrance with the tip. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“I want it.”
“You want me?”
“I want you inside me.”
He eases into me. Slowly, slowly.
I gasp. “Oh my God.”
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so big and it stings, but I’m so wet for you.”
“You are. So wet. You okay?”
“Yes. More.”
He gives me more. Inch by infuriating inch. He whispers on an exhale, “Babyyyyy.”
I slowly bend my legs, tilt my hips, wrap my legs around him. I have to touch his face, feel his stubble on the skin of my fingertips. Kiss his cheek and kiss his open mouth and lick his chin because he’s delicious. “Oh God, I like it. I like how you fill me up.”
“It feels so good.”
“Yes. More.” I don’t even know who this man is to me anymore except the man who’s fucking me and making me feel better than anyone has ever made me feel. He pushes in more, and I jerk up, arching my back, crying out. “Oh God! It hurts, and it’s good.” I wrap my arms around his back so tight and then drag my fingernails across his skin, the way he did to me and it surprised me and I liked it. “Shit. Declan. Stay inside me. Just move and stay inside me,” I plead.
He sucks in a breath and starts rocking into me. My hips match his movements. I accommodate him, and it feels so right, and I’m so mad that we haven’t done this before. I place my feet flat on the mattress so I can move my hips more. He groans, and I remember to tell him how I feel and what I want. “I’m so fucking mad at you for not fucking me sooner.”
“Me too.”
“Goddammit, this feels better than anything.”
He grunts.
“Fuck me harder.”
He grunts again, and then he fucks me harder. I reach back for the headboard for leverage.
“Give me everything,” I manage to squeak out.
“I don’t think you can handle it,” he mutters.
“Try me.”
I look down at him just once and see the vein in the side of his neck, and then I close my eyes because good Lord, he’s going deeper and moving faster and giving me everything, and I can handle it. I can and I can’t. I just want it. I want him, and I’ve never known this kind of want before.
He’s working so hard, giving me what I asked for.
I couldn’t handle hearing him call me Maddie before, but now I need to hear him say my name. “Declan,” I whisper.
His reply is another grunt.
He’s ramming into me so hard, I can’t hold on to the headboard anymore. My hands slip and my arms spread out to the side, and he doesn’t even look up, but his hand shoots up between the crown of my head and the headboard to protect me. Lightning reflexes. Good heart. I just fell a little bit in love with Declan Cannavale, and I don’t even care because he deserves it.
We’re both slick with sweat now. I press my tits up so he can feel them against his chest as he moves. “Fuck. Maddie.” He groans.
I take his face in my hands again, his stubble softer now from sweat, and I kiss his mouth again, ravenous. He slows his thrusts so I can suck on his tongue. So I can lick his stubbly sexy face. His lips find mine, and he kisses me forcefully. Grabs hold of my hands and holds them over my head. I’m making high-pitched whimpering sounds that I’ve never made before in my life. I want him to stay inside me, and I want to kiss him forever, but this was supposed to be a quick angry hate fuck.
He kisses my neck, licks me all the way from my cleavage up to my chin, and then devours my mouth with his. Our tongues can’t get deep enough inside each other’s mouths. He jerks his head back suddenly, dips his head down to kiss my breasts. He’s so hungry for me, and I want to give all of myself to him. Feed myself to him.
I wrench my wrists free from his grip so I can grab his ass and tilt my pelvis up, wrapping my legs around him again. We’re panting and gasping for air, but I feel like I can finally breathe around him. Like this is the most honest I’ve ever been since I met him.
My hands slide up the length of his torso and into his hair. He’s so deep inside me, and my whole body is full of him and tingling all over, and I think I might actually be happy. I kiss his ear, his neck, his shoulder. I would kiss him everywhere right now if I could.
Just as I’ve relaxed completely into the rhythm of his thrusts, he lifts me up so he’s sitting and I’m straddling him. He kisses and squeezes my breasts, so eager but masterful. Just like before, except he’s inside me now. I rock back and forth and bear down on him. Waves of pleasure take over. His mouth all over me, his cock inside me, his hands on my hips now. I arch my back, reach for the mattress, offering myself to him. He’s so blind with lust, and I still can’t give him enough.
This was supposed to be hard and fast, some wicked voice echoes through my
