“I need you now,” she growled. “I want you to fuck this pain away.”
He dropped her on the bed. “That’s not how it’s gonna work.”
She glared up at him.
“Trust me, okay?” Declan said, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. Next, he lowered his sweatpants over his ass and stepped out of them. Putting a knee on the bed, he reached for the button of her trousers and yanked them off her as she kicked off her shoes.
Gabby looked like a sex kitten on the bed, just wearing her button-down shirt, bare legs and still wearing socks. He held one ankle, hauled her under him and switched their positions, having her straddle him.
“Take it out on me,” he commanded.
Her eyes flared.
Declan was usually the dominant one when it came to sex, but if he read Gabby right, what she needed was control after the events of the past few days left her with so little.
“Take it from me, Gab,” he repeated. “Take—”
She slammed her mouth on his, her tongue jabbing inside his mouth, aggressively tasting him. He dueled with her stroke for stroke. She shimmied her ass lower and he levered himself up, unwilling to lose her mouth as she rubbed her pussy over his erection.
Fuck, that felt good.
She yanked her shirt apart and buttons flew in every direction. Her full tits jutted at him at eye level. “Suck me,” she ordered.
Words barely left her mouth when his own wrapped around a breast. He avidly speared his tongue around her nipple and her moaning was all he needed to know she was on fire. She was burning as hot as he was. He could tell how wet she was just in the way she was dry fucking herself with panties and boxer briefs as their sole barrier.
“Oh, my god, oh my god. I need you inside me.”
He lost her tit, as she wiggled one way and then the other to remove her undies, then she freed his cock and before Declan could take another breath, she sank onto him.
“Jesus, fuck!” he hissed as the exquisite grip of her inner muscles wrapped around him like a tight wet glove. Both her hands gripped his shoulders and as she rose, the suction on his dick made his eyes roll back.
She started rocking slowly at first, up then down, hips gyrating, torturing his poor dick that wanted to come in her so bad, but he bit back a snarl as Gabby fucked him with abandon. He felt her clench around him with the most exquisite torturous pleasure. Declan gritted his teeth and refused to come until he’d tasted all of her.
“Declan,” she gasped as she continued bouncing on top of him. “You come, too.”
“Not until I fuck you with my mouth,” he said.
He flipped them over and without giving her another chance to protest, shoved her legs apart and buried his head between her thighs.
Her scent in his nose, her taste on his tongue—all these he hungered for endlessly. As her legs thrashed on his back, he gorged on the addictive sweetness of her that turned him into a mindless rutting beast. Every drop that slicked her pussy was every drop his tongue licked with abandon. Her clit was swollen with her arousal and he drew it between his lips and sucked, and somehow her muffled scream came to him. Her body shook, her fingers dug into his scalp as her orgasm ripped through her and he didn’t relent until he’d wrung every tremor from her. He bolted up her body and slid back inside. He laced their fingers together and braced their hands on either side of her head.
“Look at me, Angel.”
Her glazed eyes tried to focus on him. “Declan …”
“You have me.” He sped up his thrusts. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock was rock hard and ready to explode.
“You’ll always have me.” A couple of hard thrusts and with one final push, he planted deep.
He grunted, shuddering as he jetted into her. He rolled on his back before he could crush her, taking her with him, letting her sprawl on his chest. They were both breathing hard and a sheen of dampness glistened on her brow as he reached up to gently brush it.
Gabby glanced up and rested her chin on the rise and fall of his chest. “Thank you,” she murmured.
His mouth pulled into a grin. “You did all the work.”