by Parker Grey
He just growls into my ear.
“Your cunt feels so fucking good, Sloane,” he whispers. He’s got one hand on my hips, the other grabbing my ass, his thumb moving the plug around inside me. “I swear you were designed to fit my cock perfectly.”
He starts fucking me slow but hard, driving deep with each thrust, reaching a place I’ve never felt before, that I didn’t even know existed. I watch in the mirror as his thick, long cock disappears over and over again and I lean back, eyelids fluttering, taking him eagerly again and again.
I look like some desperate, horny girl who can’t get enough, but that’s what I am. Now he’s slamming into me, faster and harder, and I make an animal noise with every stroke, like I’m not even human.
“Tell me how much you like it when I fuck you like this,” he says, his lips on my ear.
“It feels so fucking good,” I whimper. I feel like I’m starting to splinter apart, white lights dancing in front of my eyes. This feels better than anything has, so good I should have come twenty times already but instead it’s building beyond where I even knew it could.
Suddenly he slows down again and shifts his angle slightly and now his cock is rubbing against the butt plug in my ass and against the perfect spot and it’s going deep and holy fuck, it feels good.
“Say my name when you come,” he commands.
“Mr. Declan,” I whisper. It feels so good I can barely talk, holding myself up by my forearms against the headboard, my back arched. I look like some sort of wanton slut in the mirror, watching his perfect body and perfect cock fuck me, and God I like it.
He fucks me again and I start shattering in slow motion, like my body is flying apart at the joints. I collapse against the headboard as I moan his name, over and over and he growls. He fucks me faster and faster and harder and harder, one hand in my hair, pulling my head back.
“Come inside me, Mr. Declan,” I manage to gasp just before he does, slamming into me with all the force he can muster, jolting me against the headboard as his cock jerks and spasms, emptying himself inside me.
When he’s finished, we’re both panting for breath. My pussy muscles are still clenching and spasming around his cock, and I realize he’s still hard inside me.
Then he leans forward and pulls my head back.
“Your pussy is mine,” he whispers roughly.
I swallow, trying to catch my breath.
He traces one thumb below my bottom lip.
“Your mouth is mine,” he says.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He moves his hand down my back, between my ass cheeks, and takes the plug between his fingers. He twists it and I gasp, my eyes sliding shut.
“Your ass is mine,” he growls, his lips against my ear sending a shiver down my back.
“Yes, Mr. Declan,” I whisper.
He pulls the plug from my hole and I gasp softly, suddenly feeling empty. He shifts behind me on the bed, putting it on the night stand and grabbing a bottle of lube, pouring some into his hand. I can’t do anything but watch, my cheek against the slatted wooden headboard of the bed, back arched, ass in the air.
I feel blissed out, almost high from what he’s doing to my body, and I watch as my boss pours lube onto two fingers, then slides them in a slow, lazy circle around my tight, puckered back hole.
I bite my lip and push my hips back. He groans and slips one finger in, up to the third knuckle. My hands tighten into fists and he adds a second finger, moving them slowly in and out, stretching me gently.
I moan, because it feels strange and wonderful, his fingers creating sensations I’d never even imagined. He adds a third and I gasp, the ring of muscle now wider than it’s ever been stretched.
“Relax,” he whispers, sinking his finger into my ass up to the third knuckle, and I try. It feels good but intense, a totally different set of sensations than what I’m used to. I grind back against him because even though it’s odd, I want more.
He laughs.
“You just can’t get enough, can you?” he asks. “Tell me you want my cock again.”
I take a deep breath, because I’m on the brink of my brain shutting down, words totally escaping me. In the mirror, we lock eyes.
“I want you to fuck my ass, Mr. Declan, I breathe, leaning my head against the board and arching my back harder, offering myself up. “I need to feel your big cock in my tight little asshole.”
He growls at me, pulling my hair with his other hand. He bites my neck hard and sucks at the soft, delicate skin for a moment and I exhale hard.
I feel like everything is under his control, completely, because he’s made my body feel so good that my mind has gone completely blank, ready to do anything he wants.
Mr. Declan takes his fingers out and lets my hair go. I hear the lube bottle open again, and I watch him stroke himself, his cock glistening. Then he pours a thin stream at the top of my crack, and I gasp as it runs down over my puckered hole.
He chuckles, grabbing my hips in both hands, the head of his cock positioned right at the tight ring. I feel totally limp and helpless, desperately wanting him to claim me completely.
Slowly, he pushes forward, his cock entering me. In seconds, I’m stretched wider than the plug, wider than his fingers ever made me, and my hands are fists against the headboard. It feels good but almost overwhelming, and for a moment I’m totally certain that there’s no way I can fit him in my ass.
I don’t say that. I trust him. My body is his.
“Almost,” he whispers, stretching me and stretching me. “Be a good girl and relax.”
I do. Seconds later I can feel the ridge around the head of his cock go past the ring of muscle, and suddenly, I stop stretching around him and open my eyes.
He’s just got the head of his cock inside my ass, but he’s looking down, breathing hard, like he’s trying to collect himself.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he says, his voice sounding labored, like he’s right on the brink.
I wiggle slightly, and the tip of his dick hits nerves inside me I didn’t even know I had. I gasp and try to push back, because suddenly I need more of him inside me. I need him to fuck my ass as deep as he can, because holy shit it feels good.
“You want more, you filthy girl?” he growls.
“Yes,” I whimper.
His fingers are digging into my hips so hard I think I’ll have bruises tomorrow, and I can tell that he’s holding back a little because he doesn’t want to hurt me. Slowly, he pushes his cock deeper and deeper, pressing against pleasure spots and nerves I didn’t even know I had.
I’m moaning nonstop, half-whimpering, and I can hear myself saying fuck yes that feels good, oh god Mr. Declan but I don’t even know I’m saying it. I’m watching him fuck me slowly in the mirror, while I’m handcuffed to the bed, and it’s dirty beyond anything I’d ever imagined before I started at my job.
It’s also the best thing I think I’ve ever felt.
At last his enormous cock is buried in my ass, all the way to the hilt, and I feel like lightning is zapping through my brain, threatening to short it out completely.
“Just fuck me,” I whisper. “Please just fuck me, Mr. Declan, God please just fuck me.”
He starts slow again, but I can’t tell whether he doesn’t want to hurt me or whether he’s afraid of coming too fast. I’m watching us in the mirror, my eyes half closed, and I look like some kind of wanton slut with this huge cock in my ass, but I like it.
I like being his wanton slut.
Mr. Declan speeds up gradually, and it feels fucking incredible, like my whole body is on fire and I might explode from sheer pleasure. I can’t even move, let alone think, but he’s still going faster and harder.
Finally, he’s slamming into me, utterly pounding my ass as hard as he can.
“Fuck, your ass feels good,” he growls.
I’m utterly and completely filled, and I can’t respond, only moan. I feel like I’m coming, but like I’ve been coming and coming fo
r a long time, one unending orgasm.
Mr. Declan reaches around my hips and takes my clit between two fingers, pinching it and rubbing it as he fucks me mercilessly.
I shout, the noise coming from somewhere deep inside me, somewhere deep and primal.
Then I explode. My whole body feels like it flies to pieces, and black starts to edge into my vision, like I’m about to pass out, but I don’t care. The only thing I can think about is how good this feels, how I never want it to stop as I ride wave after wave.
I’m slowly coming back down to earth when Mr. Declan pulls me against him as hard as he can, burying himself in me furiously, and I can feel his cock jerk as he pumps himself into my ass with a long, low, throaty growl.
Even though we’re both finished, he stays inside me for a few moments as his hands move up my chest, quickly pulling the nipple clamps from me as I gasp at the sparking sensation and blood flows back to them. I still can’t move, but Mr. Declan kisses my shoulder quickly, and he strokes my sides almost protectively.
Then he pulls out and undoes my handcuffs.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mr. Declan
Sloane practically collapses onto the bed, and I lie down next to her. I pull her hands to me and start massaging her wrists, and she just watches me as I do. I can’t quite read her face, and I’m not sure I want to, because I don’t know what’s going on.
I’ve had sex partners before. I’ve had girlfriends before, lots of them. Everything I’ve done with Sloane I’ve done before, with someone else, but it’s never been like this. Usually, once it’s over, I can’t wait for them to get out so I can be alone again.
Not now. I need her here, with me. I want to wake up next to Sloane in the morning, and every morning.
I want her to mean it when she says she’s mine.
I bring one of her hands to my lips and kiss it quickly. Even though I just gave her a rough fucking, I feel strangely soft and protective toward her right now. I don’t understand it.
“Sloane,” I say, then stop. I’m not sure what I’m going to say.
“Yes?” she says, her huge, beautiful eyes blinking at me.
“Stay here tonight,” I say, but it comes out as a request, not a command.
Sloane smiles.
“Okay,” she says.
The rest of the retreat goes perfectly: meetings during the day, Sloane moaning my name at night. When we go back to the city, she’s still my assistant during the day and my filthy, dirty girl at night. After a month she’s practically moved in with me, and even though I always hated the idea of living with a girlfriend, I like it when it’s Sloane.
Sometimes we go out on dates, to movies or ice skating, like a regular couple. We are a regular couple, and she even calls me Jasper in public.
At home, I’m always Mr. Declan, though.
It only takes Sloane four months to get promoted to junior copywriter, and the promotion wasn’t even my idea. The new girl who takes her place is nice enough, and she’s good at her job, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss calling Sloane into my office sometimes and having her suck my cock while I’m on a call, or licking her slowly until she came, then sending her back out to act like nothing happened.
Her first day at her new position, I take her out for dinner and tell her I’ve got a present waiting for her back at my place, and her eyes light up with the naughty fire I’ve come to love.
Before I give it to her, I make her strip for me. I blindfold her, tie her hands together behind her back, and lead her into my bedroom. Then I guide her slowly into the brand-new sex swing I had installed and secure her feet so her thighs are spread wide and she’s utterly and completely open for me.
Sometimes, she’s so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it. I’m naked in seconds, rock-hard, and minutes later I’m buried in her and she’s screaming my name again.
Afterward, I untie her hands, then find my pants, take the box from my pocket, and take her blindfold off.
“I like the present,” she says, her eyes still hazy, her voice dreamy.
“That wasn’t the present,” I say, and open the box, putting it down on her belly. “This is.”
Sloane gasps. Inside it is a diamond ring, and her mouth makes a perfect O as she’s too surprised to say anything.
“Marry me, Sloane,” I say.
She swallows hard, and I think there are tears in her eyes as she looks up at me.
“Yes, Mr. Declan,” she whispers.
Epilogue: Mr. Declan
Seven Months Later
I unlock the door of the hotel room, and sweep Sloane into my arms as she giggles. As soon as the door closes behind us, I kiss her again, because I can’t get enough of her. I want to kiss her every second for the rest of my life. Except for the seconds when I’m doing something else with her.
Her bouquet hits me softly in the back of the head as we kiss. It’s probably bad luck or something, but she couldn’t bear to throw it. Besides, we had a tiny ceremony, so there was hardly anyone to throw it to.
Finally, I pull back from her, looking deep into her eyes.
“I love you, Mrs. Declan,” I whisper.
She smiles.
“I love you too,” she whispers.
I carry her to the bed and set her gently on the edge. In seconds, she’s leaning back on her hands, her legs wrapped around me, that hungry look in her eyes that I’ve come to love so well.
She pulls at my belt.
“Come on, Mr. Declan,” she teases me, and I growl at her. Ever since she got pregnant six months ago, she’s been even more insatiable than before, and she’s not the only one.
I didn’t think Sloane could get sexier, but there’s something about her growing my child in her belly that makes her utterly irresistible to me, even more than she was before — and God knows I couldn’t resist her then.
Before I know it, she’s got my cock out of my pants and it’s in her mouth, tongue swirling around the head, and she sucks me in, pushing her lips down my shaft as I moan. For the first four months, she couldn’t get my cock near her mouth without getting nauseous, and even though I totally understood, I missed this.
She pulls back, slurping, her big eyes looking up at me, one fist closing around the base of my cock. Then she pushes her head down and opens her throat all in one motion, and my eyes roll back into my head. With my cock down her throat she sticks out her tongue and flicks the tip against my balls, and I gasp.
That’s new the last couple of months, and every time she does it I nearly come right then and there.
Sloane bobs her head up and down a few more times, my balls clenching, until I take her by the hair and pull her back. Her mouth is wet with saliva and my precum, but I lean down and kiss her fiercely anyway.
My hands go straight to her swollen belly, caressing it. Sometimes I can’t believe how much I love her — how much I love them — how I’d do anything, anything to keep her and our daughter safe.
I push Sloane backward slowly until she’s lying on the bed, then kiss her neck, caress one swollen breast, kiss her belly.
Then I push up the white skirt of her wedding dress, push her legs apart, and suck her clit into my mouth.
She moans, grabbing my hair with one hand, and I suck harder, sliding two fingers into her dripping wet slit, stroking the front wall of her channel in time with my tongue until she’s panting for breath. I lap up juices eagerly, sweet and slick, drinking her in as fast as I can while I listen to her whimper and moan.
Her pussy flutters around my fingers, faster and faster, and when I can tell she’s about to come, I stop, pulling my fingers out. I lean over her, licking her honey from my fingers as she watches.
“Please fuck me,” she begs, blinking up at me, in that breathy voice that she knows drives me wild.
In seconds, I’m out of my suit. I push her dress over her swollen belly, and she gets it off over her head, her huge, buoyant breasts spilling out.
I thought she was beauti
ful before, but now she’s breathtaking. There’s something deeply primal inside me that responds to seeing my woman pregnant with my child, something that makes me desperately hard.
Sloane lays back, her legs wide. I pull her knees against me, over my shoulders, and press the tip of my cock to her perfect, wet pussy.
“Beg me,” I growl.
“Please, Mr. Declan,” she says, slowly rolling one nipple between her fingers.
My cock twitches.
“I need you to fuck me with your big, thick cock and make me come so hard I scream,” she says. Now she’s caressing both her breasts, and I’m going absolutely wild.
I drive into her as hard and deep as I can on the first thrust. Sloane’s head goes back, her eyes rolling as she grunts. Holy fuck she feels good, and I pound her hard as she moans my name, my hand on her belly.
I keep fucking her, faster and harder, because I can’t stop even though I think I might come. Every time I’m inside her I think that this is the best it’s ever felt, but then I swear the next time is better.
She’s bucking and moaning, her huge breasts bobbing and bouncing back and forth, and I grind my teeth together, determined not to come before she does.
“Mr. Declan,” she gasps, using the name she only calls me in private. “Make me come, Mr. Declan, make me — ohhh.”
She comes hard, her pussy muscles clamping down around me as she grabs the comforter in both fists, and the perfect, unbelievable pressure drives me right over the edge and I come into her again and again, draining myself completely empty as she writhes around me.
At last I’m spent, and Sloane is breathing hard, her breasts still bouncing and moving with each breath, her big belly rising and falling. I pull out, watching my creamy seed spill out of her, with an odd satisfaction.
Even though she’s pregnant with my child, I still like marking her as mine, every time I can.
We crawl onto the bed until we’re lying next to each other, and I wrap my arms around her, lying on our sides.
