His head falls back against the headboard as he lets out a long, hungry groan, and I can tell from the way he’s twisting his hands up in the sheets that I’m making him feel amazing. I want to suck his cock as much as he probably wants me to, but I don’t want to go right to it just yet, so I keep tracing circles around his balls.

“God, that feels so fucking good,” he hisses, and although he acts like he’s going to reach for my head, he lowers it at the last second like he thought twice about it.

Good. If he wants me to be in charge, then he needs to let me.

But to test his limits, I drag my tongue up the crease of his balls to the base of his cock, using just the tip to lick all the way to his head. He shudders when my tongue slides across it, and smiling, I glance up at him.

“Beg for it. Beg me to suck your cock.”

Flame roils in his eyes, and he stares down at me like he can’t believe this is really happening. “Please. Please put it in your mouth,” he says, his voice trembling like he can barely contain himself, like he’s an active volcano ready to erupt at any second.

“Say it in French,” I say as I flick my tongue against his cock head. He winces and sucks in a breath but doesn’t take his eyes off mine.

“Suce ma bite. Je t’en supplie.”

“Mmm, that’s more like it.”

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something intensely sexy about hearing elegant, fluid French words in his deep, rumbling voice. And the look of pure need on his face only makes my pussy slick with arousal.

I take his length in one hand, gently squeezing it, and lower my mouth onto it. I suck on the head, twirling my tongue against its underside, and Declan goes rigid underneath me. He’s gripping the sheets so hard that I’m mildly concerned he might tear them, but that just encourages me—so I take a deep breath and slide his cock all the way down the back of my throat.

He grunts and bucks beneath me. I let spit leak out around the edges of my mouth and down his shaft to coat it. As I come back up, I use my hand to slick his shaft with the wetness I left behind and keep bobbing up and down on him with both my mouth and hand, gently swirling my fist around his thick, hard length.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes squeezed shut tight as he rests his head back against the headboard.