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  He took a step back to watch. I instantly longed for his touch, felt bereft without it. Standing, breathless, I brought my shaking hands to the bottom of my shirt. I could see the outline of his huge, hard cock straining against his jeans. A soft moan escaped me and I licked my parted lips.

  “Take it off,” he growled, growing impatient. Complying, I unclasped the bra and dropped it to the ground, my breasts springing free for him to see. I kicked off my boots. Slipping my thumbs inside the waistband of my skirt, I looked up at him, suddenly shy.

  “Now,” he commanded. I slipped my skirt down my curves, stepping out of it to stand absolutely naked. Slowly, biting my lip, I revealed myself completely, my shaved-bare pussy juicy wet and on full display.

  Declan watched me intently, then reached a hand to his lower abdomen and undid the top button of his jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes off that spot, where I could see the outline of his giant shaft almost free now, straining. I could see the tip of it, pushing out against his briefs, reaching the top of his waistband. I wanted to reach out and touch it so badly.

  “Hands back where I told you.” His voice came out in a harsh hiss.

  “Yes,” I responded, putting my hands back under my ass. I could feel my slit now, pressing against my fingers. I wished I could have more room to touch myself. With so much pressure building up inside me, I felt crazy, clenched and quivering for release.

  He stepped closer, inches away again without touching me. I shook as he surveyed my naked breasts, shivering as he brought just a few fingers up to lightly brush my stomach, tantalizing me.

  “I think you liked being a cock tease tonight.”

  “Declan!” I gasped.

  “I saw you showing off these tits. But they’re mine.” As if unable to stop himself any longer, he bent with a growl. Bringing his mouth down onto one of my breasts, his hand claimed the other. “Mine.” He licked and sucked. Then he bit me, sharp but light, marking me as his own. I moaned and twisted underneath his heat.

  “Yes, Declan.” I never wanted him to stop.

  With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he stopped and looked up at me. He brought a hand behind my head and grasped my ponytail. With a tug, he raised my face so I’d meet his gaze head-on. “Did you show off your tits tonight, Kara? Tell me.”

  “Yes, Declan,” I confessed, squirming and slick on my hands, ashamed.

  “You wanted those men to look at you. To get hard.”

  I twisted, still keeping my hands under my ass. “Yes,” I gasped, guilty and so, so wet.

  “You got them hard, you little cock tease,” he grit out between his teeth. “But you belong to me.”

  With a swift, strong movement, he flipped me. “Lean over the couch.” My arms against the back of the couch, I leaned down into the cushions, baring my ass and my soaking pussy for him.

  “Spread for me,” he commanded. I opened my legs, squirming with embarrassment. I knew he could see everything, how much I wanted him, drenched with need.

  Suddenly, I felt something cold and unyielding against my sex. I gasped and tried to twist away. Declan’s palm cracked down hard on my ass cheek.

  “You stay right where I tell you,” he barked. I moaned in response, sure I was dripping now.

  He took an ice cube in his thick fingers, and brought it back again against the lips of my pussy. “You need to learn some discipline.”

  He rubbed against me, teasingly bringing the ice cube near, then over my clit. The smooth, cold sensation brought me close to orgasm and I started tensing, panting, my hands clutching the couch pillows.

  Fisting my ponytail, Declan bent over and barked in my ear. “Don’t come until I tell you. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Declan, yes.” Breathless, I could hear myself speak rather than consciously forming the words. My body had taken over completely, in his hands, under his control.

  I could hear his hand dipping again into his drink, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. I could feel myself shaking with anticipation and need, a drop of liquid slowly traveling down my inner thigh. I didn’t know if it was my juices, the melted ice or both.

  Then, cold, hard ice pressed against my hot, soft slit. I had to bite down on my bottom lip, wincing from pain and pleasure. In the intensity of the sensation, it took everything I had not to let go into a blistering orgasm.

  “Stay still,” he warned me. I hadn’t even realized I was bucking against him, desperately trying to get more into my pussy, more ice, more of him. Once I restrained myself, holding still, he slid one, then two fingers inside me, stroking slowly and deliberately. The ice cube he kept circling around my clit, the cold pressure driving me senseless, wild.

  “Did it make you wet? Teasing those men?”

  “No, Declan.” I didn’t want to admit it. But it had, especially with him watching me. Slap, I felt a hard, sharp whack on my exposed, bare ass. I cried out, a shudder of pain and pleasure rippling through me.

  “Tell me the truth.” His fingers were back, this time two fingers fucked my pussy. But with the other hand, he moved. He drew his finger up to circle my asshole, light, sensual, not penetrating, just touching. He dipped down to gather some of my slick juice, then brought it up to my other opening. I tensed. No one had ever touched me there. He continued, finger fucking my pussy while circling my asshole, slowly, so slowly. I panted, frightened, wanting, afraid, desperately needing.

  “Naughty girl,” he said. I moaned, shaking. “Did it make you wet?” he repeated, pushing his fingers deep into my pussy, then slowly drawing them out.

  “Declan!” I screamed. “Yes! When you watched me! Yes!”

  His fingers stilled. “You saw me watching you?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  “And you liked that?”

  “Yes, Declan, yes,” I panted, incoherent. “Please!”

  He bent over me, growling hot in my ear, “Now you come!”

  He thrust his fingers deep into my sex. At the same time he pressed his large thumb against the entrance of my virgin hole. Not inside, but with the pressure on my clit, the feel of his thick fingers up inside me, I realized I might want more. I might want him to do more than tease my ass.

  With a scream of wild abandon, my orgasm hit me and I bucked against him, shuddering, surrendering to the intensity. Wave after wave, throb after throb of release numbed my mind as I nearly blacked out. Fingers clutching the leather, mouth open, I let out an incoherent stream of pleasure. “Yes! Declan! Ah!”

  I hadn’t even finished coming when I heard his rough voice with another command. “Brace yourself. I’m going to fuck you.”

  Massive, powerful hands grabbed my hips, claiming me, positioning me exactly where he wanted. I felt his thick tip at my dripping entrance. Then, with a deep, primal groan, he plunged his giant, hard cock straight into my soaked, quivering pussy.

  I cried out at the force of it. It pinched and hurt and I gasped. But then, stretched so full, pleasure flooded me, making me even more slick. I moaned. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Possessed, taken by Declan, nothing had ever felt so good.

  He froze, still inside me. “Fuck! Kara!” I knew what he meant. “You were a virgin?”

  “Yes.” I felt too amazing to feel embarrassed, too thrilled to worry about his reaction. If it felt that good from just him entering me, what would it feel like when he started to move, working all that solid steel in and out of me, pumping, driving? I shook in anticipation.

  “Fuck. You didn’t tell me!”

  I had to get him to move on. To move. Arching my ass into his grip, I pressed myself against him, sheathing him completely in my slick, hot folds. He was so huge, it barely felt like he could fit inside of me, but somehow he was, filling me, owning me.

  “Declan,” I moaned, thrusting at him, letting him know how amazing it felt, to be stretched so wide, completely stuffed. He still didn’t move, as if his concern won out over his lust. I needed to do something about that. Using my own juices, I slid my pussy al
ong his cock, pulling slightly away, then fitting myself down along every inch of his length with a deep, shuddering sigh. “You feel so good.”

  “You’re so tight.” His voice sounded strangled and he dropped his mouth to my shoulder, sucking me there, then biting. “Kara,” he hissed, as he started to move, a bit at a time, a fraction out, a fraction in. Gentle, slow.

  “Declan!” I screamed. I needed more. He was trying to go easy on me, handle me with care, but I didn’t want that. I wanted it all, full throttle, everything he had driving into me. I’d waited too long to feel satisfied with anything less. “Please,” I groaned, thrusting back, opening my legs wider, showing him how much I wanted all of him.

  “You want this, Kara?” he asked, sliding out more, then sinking in deep.

  “Yes!” I screamed, overwhelmed with the size of him. It burned, but the heat and pain licked me, arousing me in the most carnal way.

  “I don’t think I can go slow.” He choked out his words, still holding back, still tense and coiled standing behind me. I needed him to let go, let out all of his strength and power, unleash all of it into me.

  “Please!” I moaned, begging him, pleading.

  His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled all the way out to his tip. Then he plunged all of the way in, full and hard. With a primal groan, he began to thrust, pounding his cock deep into me again and again.

  “Declan!” I screamed, clutching the leather of the couch. I strained to keep standing up under his onslaught. I needed to stay standing. I needed this like I’d never needed anything in my life, him pounding into my slick, wet slit, every inch of him strong and relentless.

  “Kara, I have to fuck you hard. I can’t hold back.” His hands held me exactly where he wanted me, angled just right for him to piston in and out, driving and fierce.

  “Yes!” I could feel the shuddering, throbbing heat build inside me with each long, intense thrust. He groaned and pounded into me. Sweaty, his balls slapped against my pussy with each thrust.

  “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, so wicked.

  “Yes, oh, please fuck me.” He was huge, the fit so tight. Rock-hard he plundered my depths, throttling against me again and again.

  “You like that? Deep in you?”

  “Yes,” I screamed, my voice growing hoarse, sounding like a wild animal.

  “Kara!” he groaned, guttural. “I’m going to come.”

  “Yes!” I pleaded. The thought of feeling him climax brought me right up close to the edge. Rutting against him, I wanted his hot come deep inside of me. I’d never wanted anything more.

  Like a firehose, he exploded into me, hard and long and strong. Violent spasms of ecstasy gripped me, surrounded me as I came explosively around his cock.

  “Yes!” I cried, my pussy squeezing and pulsing around his length.

  “Kara! Fuck!” he cried out, emptying his seed deep inside of me. I shuddered and twisted, taking all of him in, wanting every drop.

  Panting, sweating, he rested his hands on either side of my body and brought his face down to my back, the rough stubble of his cheek against my skin. Quivering, shaking, I felt like liquid pleasure, suffused by his heat, his solid, hard masculinity. Him.

  CHAPTER 3

  Declan

  Then

  When you’re getting your cock sucked, it’s generally a pretty good experience. You tend to enjoy yourself, especially when the girl’s into it.

  That night was no exception. A girl I’d hooked up with a few times had come down to my cabin. I didn’t usually have girls back at my place, but I’d been sitting around drunk and bored when she showed up. Layla I thought her name was, but it could have been Lara. I wasn’t too sure about her name, but I was sure about exactly why she’d come to find me. She’d driven there horny as hell, so there was really only one way things would go down.

  And go down she did. She knelt between my legs, sucking me like a pro, slick and tight.

  I had my eyes closed as I sat on the couch. And I thought of Kara Brooks, her plump, pink lips, how she’d moisten them sometimes with her tongue. How I’d catch her looking at me and her eyes would widen, her lips parting slightly in response. At 21 I’d already had a lot of women, but I knew I’d never had one like her. How would it feel if it were Kara kneeling between my legs, her hands on my thighs, her mouth wrapped around my hard shaft? What if it were her soft sounds coming from between my legs, her moans of pleasure as she sucked my full length?

  “You’re so huge, Declan,” she moaned, licking me like the sweetest candy. It wasn’t Kara sucking me. But Kara was like a goddamned magnet for my thoughts. She was more and more of a distraction, consuming more and more of my attention. Because a couple of weeks ago everything had changed. Ever since that moment in my truck. All alone, just the two of us, I’d spanked her. And she’d moaned with need underneath my hand.

  I’d been avoiding her ever since, turning out of the barn if she came near it, heading out most nights like I couldn’t even stand to see her bedroom light on in her window. But the more I denied it, the more it built up in me, the fire raging into an inferno. Every day I stayed away, I felt more and more like a ticking time bomb. Because now I knew she wanted me. And I sure as hell wanted her, too.

  I didn’t admit it to myself, but Kara was why I’d stayed in that night, not interested in my usual haunts or playmates. I told myself I wanted to hang out and do nothing. Really, I’d hoped I might see Kara. It didn’t seem likely, but there was a chance she’d see the light on in my cabin and come down for a visit. She had to feel it too, this tension mounting and building between us. She hadn’t ever come down to my cabin before, but one day soon this flooding dam would have to burst. Tonight might be the night.

  Layla swirled her tongue around me, down at the base and on up to my wide crown. She knew what she was doing. Kara wouldn’t, I knew that, and the thought of her inexperience, of teaching her, showing her how to do it for me, only made me swell thicker. What if it were soft, sweet Kara with her full, luscious lips wrapped around my shaft? To hear the sounds she’d make as she sucked me. To look down into her eyes as she kneeled before me, gazing up at me with dazed lust as her mouth took in my length.

  Then I opened my eyes and saw her. At first I thought it was all part of my fantasy, as if somehow I extended it, blending it into reality. I was buzzed and about to come, after all. So when I first saw Kara standing at the door looking flushed and surprised, those sweet, soft lips I’d been dreaming about parted slightly open. I figured I’d made it up.

  But then Kara’s eyes widened big with shock. She looked straight at my long, hard cock getting sucked good, and I realized it was real. Kara was truly standing at the door of my cabin, just like I’d jerked off about so many times, too many in the last few weeks, coming down to my cabin all alone late at night. She had on a tiny little t-shirt and short shorts like she wore in my fantasies, not much to them, quick and easy to bunch up and ball on the floor.

  And now it was happening. She’d come down to my cabin late at night. While Layla was sucking my dick.

  The thing was, Kara wasn’t moving. And she could see it all, the whole nasty, hardcore scene. I sat buck naked on the couch, my thighs spread. Layla kneeled before me, moaning as her head worked up and down along on my giant, slick cock. And Kara was watching it all. Her gaze fixed on it, the way Layla worked, how I cupped my hand on the back of her head as she sucked.

  Kara was turned on. I could see it in the flush on her cheeks, the tightening of the sweet buds of her nipples, the slight glaze in her eyes. She liked what she saw. It burned her up. Holy shit.

  Eyes locked hot on Kara, I wrapped my hand around Layla’s head and pushed her down on my hard shaft.

  “Suck it,” I ordered. Kara’s perfect pink lips parted in response, as if she were picturing doing it. I nearly came right then from the sight of it, my prick swelling even bigger, my balls tightening with come.

  “Yes, baby,” I murmured, speaking directly to Kara.
She hadn’t looked up into my eyes yet, she was too fixated on my cock. Exactly where I wanted her, there down between my legs, her mouth on me exactly like that. Layla moaned and I could feel the vibrations deep. But that wasn’t what brought me to the edge. It was Kara. A shudder ran through her body and I could feel her heat, her need, her arousal.

  There was no way I could hold on any longer. My balls ached, filled and needing to explode. I groaned.

  Kara looked up, straight into my eyes. I locked right onto her. It was her I spoke to, urgent and heavy, when I growled, “I’m going to come.”

  I shot out like a gushing fountain. I heard Layla gagging, struggling to take in all of my hot load. It felt so intense, pumping out of me, knowing Kara was watching.

  By the time I opened my eyes she was gone. Nothing but an empty doorway.

  But I’d heard her. Before she’d left, right after I’d told her I was going to come, she’d moaned. It was a soft moan, creamy, thick and needy. If I only knew one thing, it was that I was going to make her moan like that again. Soon.

  I kicked Layla out of there fast. She didn’t care, she’d gotten what she came for. I showered, threw on a pair of jeans and paced around the cabin for what had to be a couple of hours. I wanted to go after Kara, wanted to pound up the steps of the house, rip off those shorts of hers and plunge my fingers into her wet, needy pussy. I wanted to feel her dripping juices, touch her, taste her, stroke her slick little clit until she called out my name, begged me, and came all over me again and again.

  But I didn’t. Harlan was up there, too, after all. He wouldn’t exactly be happy about me ravaging his baby girl. And Kara had to be freaking out. A girl like that, innocent and naive, I’d bet money that she’d never seen anything like that before. She’d better not have done anything like that before, I’d cut Bruce’s balls off. But my gut told me no, she’d never gone there, done that. In the moment, in my doorway, she’d gotten caught up in it. But now I bet she was up in her room having a fit. How could she have stayed and watched?! How could I have caught her?!