45. Hannah

Chapter 45

Hannah

I stare into Declan’s blazing eyes, my pussy still fluttering around his cock, and shake my head because it’s all I can manage for a moment. The feeling of him inside me, his cock so long and thick that I swear I can feel it everywhere as my body shudders through the aftershocks of the orgasm he just gave me, overrides everything else.

“No. I can’t.”

My truthful response comes out breathlessly, and Declan’s lips curve into a possessive smile that makes my heart stutter.

“You know what?” he growls, his eyes darkening. “I’m good with that answer.”

Without warning, he drives into me again, pushing a gasp out of my already ragged throat. He holds still there, the thick base of his cock stretching me to my max, as I struggle to catch my breath and keep my eyes focused on him.

“God, you feel incredible wrapped around me,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “So perfect. So fucking tight.”

“Declan,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders through the soft material of his suit jacket.

“You like having my cock deep inside you, don’t you?” he whispers against my ear. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it so much,” I gasp, squirming against him. “Please, don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”

Declan’s nostrils flare, the amber flecks in his eyes burning like banked coals. As if he can’t resist me when I beg for him like this, he draws back and then starts fucking me hard and fast against the door. The wood creaks softly with each powerful thrust, the quiet sound mixing with our grunts and whimpers in the small space.

My hands move on their own to hold his face between them. I don’t ever want to forget the intensity in his eyes—how he looks at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted. It’s like something primal has overtaken him, and the way he seems consumed by the need to make me come again sweeps me up into the same hurricane of need that I see reflected in his eyes.

Having sex where anyone could walk in on us is beyond reckless, but I don’t care about that right now. I can’t even think about that right now. Every time his body slams into mine, burying his cock deep inside me, a deep grunt rumbles out of him. His pupils are blown wide with desire as he stares down at me, the muscles in his neck straining with each powerful thrust.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groans, his teeth grazing my neck. “I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. It was made for me.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my hips moving desperately against his. “Nobody’s ever made me feel like this.”