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femininely soft. Her hips swayed over him, increasing the tempo of her pussy’s clutch on his cock. Her hair, a lovely mess of chocolate-colored tresses, framed her face and fell down her back.
    He gritted his teeth, damned not to come inside her before she came over him. He reached up and latched onto a nipple with his teeth, sucking the hardened tip into his mouth. His hand curved around her ass, kneading her flesh until she threw her head back and moaned. He caught sight of her exposed clit. His hand drifted down her body. His fingers flicked at her slippery button. She came, her thighs tightening around his waist as she squeezed out her climax.
    He didn’t let up. Removing himself from her, he lifted her up and slithered down between her legs until she sat on his face. He caught the residual liquid desire of her orgasm with his tongue and started a new one. The wetness of her folds, her sweet unique taste blinded him; he couldn’t think beyond her, after her. She took seconds to come again, and this time he had to be inside her.
    He brought her back onto his cock. His penetrations rough, hard, fast. She begged for it. Riding him with the same intensity, he fucked her.
    “Do you trust me?”
    Confusion milled through her hazy eyes.
    “What?”
    “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” He stilled inside her. The pause killing him. His angry cock tortured him for making her stop. “Answer me.” He clasped her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.
    “I—”
    “Now. Do you trust me now, Cait?” he said, his voice raw with urgency. Dammit, he needed her answer. He needed to know if she’d let him do anything to her. Understanding shone through her gaze.
    “Yes,” she answered. “Yes.”
    Declan flipped her over and slipped from her. He kneeled between her legs and skimmed his hand down the center of her body, over her wet pussy, and down to her ass. Realization dawned in her eyes now.
    “I want this.”
    Her answer was a gasp that portrayed her excitement and fear at the same time. He snagged a bottle of baby oil off her dresser and squirted it over her pussy and ass. Turning her onto her knees was not an option this time round. He wanted to see her face as he penetrated her ass.
    He massaged the oil into her pussy, soothing away the pounding of his cock and his mouth, and relieving her. She raised her hips and tossed her head from side to side. He followed that with a generous squirt in her ass, scooping up what dripped onto her bed and forced it into her ass. The closed-up flower throbbed in his hands. He knew lubricating her turned her on in a whole other level. As he thrust his fingers inside her ass, three this time, she inched her own hand toward her pussy and started to play with her clit, her fingers easily falling between the slick folds of her cunt.
    “Don’t stop touching yourself.” He held his cock and positioned it at her entrance, coaxing the tight bud to open for him. She scurried up the bed as he pushed deeper.
    “Stay.”
    Her fingers flew across her clit when he went an inch deeper, and then her body turned rigid. Her breathing stopped. “Relax, Cait. You can take me.”
    She nodded, her lip swelling from between her teeth. The passage into her drove him crazy. The power to contain his will left him exhausted. And still he had about a palm’s length left to enter her. He pushed again, caressing her breasts as he did. So little more. The last segment of his cock craved full penetration. He pulled at her pussy lips. She rocketed off the bed and yelped in the most gorgeous way. He dipped his fingers into her at the same moment he completed the journey into her ass.
    Her skin paled. Her hand lay limp at her side now.
    “Feel me inside you, sweetheart.” He removed his fingers, picked up her hand, and brought it to her pussy. He guided her inside her wetness, until he felt the hardness of his cock through the silky thin lining of her body. He left her fingers there and clasped her hips.