Declan pushes his finger a little further into my ass, lubricated with my own juices, and I moan, squirming with anticipation.

I’ve wanted this for months. Since before my accident I’ve been desperate for him to take this one last part of me, to feel him there, in my most forbidden place.

But for a long time, we had to be careful. Cracked ribs and a neck brace don’t mix well with rough sex, and I think Declan was a little afraid he’d hurt me.

I put one knee over his shoulder, totally naked while he’s still clothed, totally open and vulnerable to anything he wants to do to me. I belong to him completely, body and soul, and knows it.

“Declan,” I say, moving one hand to my nipple, pinching it between my fingers.

He moves his finger deeper into my ass and I moan, pinching harder.

“I need this,” I whisper. “I need to feel your cock in my ass tonight, I need you to take me hard and make me scream your—”

He leans forward and lands his mouth on mine, shutting me up and nearly crushing me, shoving me backward onto the bed. His finger comes out of my ass, but his rock-hard length presses up against my soaking wet pussy.

“This?” he growls into my mouth, grinding it against my pussy and clit as my legs curl around him. “You want me to fuck your tight, virgin little ass with my thick cock?”

“Please,” I murmur, my breath coming in gasps.

I tug at the buttons on his shirt, undoing them as fast as I can.

“I need you inside me,” I moan, my hands already on his hard, muscular chest.

In seconds, his shirt is off, his pants are unbuttoned, the huge monster in his pants springing out.

I reach for it, but he catches my wrist, pins it by my side, making me ache with desire.

“You need what I say you need,” he says, his voice low and dangerous as he bends his head to my neck.

He sucks the skin there are, enough to leave a mark, trailing his lips toward my breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth at a time. I arch my back, moaning, my legs still wrapped around his hips.

I want him inside me. I need him, and even though he’s got my wrists I’m desperately moving my hips, trying to get him inside me, but he refuses.

Teasing me. Taunting me.

“I could have you swallow my cock right now,” he murmurs into my ear.

I bite my lip. I can practically taste him already, the way he fills my mouth. The ways he groans when I relax my throat and let him fuck me that way, my nose pressed against the short fur on his lower belly.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re staring up at me with your mouth full,” he goes on. “But I’m too fucking impatient for that tonight, Aurora. I’ve got the rest of my life for you to suck my cock.”

With that he rears back on his knees, grabs my leg, and flips me over, hauling me to my hands and knees.

“But tonight, I can’t wait,” he says, and grabs my hair.

Then he thrusts himself into my wet, waiting pussy, taking me in one stroke.

I cry out in pleasure, and he pulls my head back, making me moan even harder. Even though he’s done this again and again, every single time it makes me feel like my bones are turning to jelly, my mind to mush.

“Declan,” I moan.

He doesn’t answer, just pulls my hair again and starts fucking me, hard and fast. His cock hits every single sensitive spot inside me, and in moments I’m a quivering, shaking pool of limbs, moaning his name over and over again.

Just as I’m about to come, he suddenly pulls out, and I gasp.

“Don’t stop,” I whimper.

Instead of answering, he puts two fingers inside me, fucking me deep, crooking them. I push back as hard as I can, but it’s not what I want. But in seconds, he pulls them out, slides them to my back hole, and then the tip of his cock is back at my entrance.

I can’t wait. I push backward, taking him in all at once, my eyes rolling at the feeling of Declan filling me deep. He grabs me by the hip before I can fuck him harder like I’m desperate to do, his slippery fingers circling my back hole.

I force myself to be still, pussy clenching around him as he pushes one finger, then another into my tight hole. Each new addition makes me gasp with pleasure, head back, chest heaving.

“You like it when I fill your holes,” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I moan.

I push back against him, slower this time, taking both his fingers and cock deep, reveling in the feeling of being stretched out, filled, utterly taken by this man. This time he fucks me slowly, and while he’s not exactly gentle, he knows how to make sure he doesn’t hurt me.

Then he pauses again. I hold my breath, right on the brink, but I know that I’m under his control right now. Whether I come is completely up to him.

Slowly, a third finger slides into my back hole. I gasp as he pushes it past the ring of muscle, arms shaking on the bed and I force myself to relax to accommodate him. It’s more than I’ve taken before, and especially with his cock inside me, it’s almost overwhelming.

But then it’s through and I exhale, pleasure rushing up my body like a tsunami.

“Oh God, that feels good,” I moan, moving my hips back, letting him fuck me.

“You like being stuffed full, you dirty girl?” he says, thrusting forward.

The force of it nearly knocks the wind from me, and I can’t answer, only moan.

“I know you do,” he growls. “Better hurry up and come for me, Aurora. I can’t last long like this.”

He barely even has to ask before lights are shooting in front of my eyes and I’m screaming, moaning, bucking back against him, coming as hard as I ever have before.

It feels fucking amazing, like I’m being obliterated in a wave of pleasure. His wave of pleasure, because I belong completely to him in this moment.

As soon as I’m done he pulls out.

“Don’t move,” he whispers, and even though my shaking limbs want me to collapse onto the bed, I don’t. Behind me, Declan’s pants fall to the floor, and I turn my head to watch.

He’s got a bottle of something, and he’s smearing it into his huge cock, pumping himself up and down. The sight alone makes me bite my lip, pussy clenching in anticipation. He comes back to the bed, bottle still in hand.

“Spread your knees apart,” he says, and I obey, lowering myself to my elbows as well.

I know what’s coming. He’s told me. I’ve begged for it. But the sudden feeling of slippery, cool lube on my back hole is still a surprise, even as he rubs it around gently, just barely inserting a finger.

“Aurora,” he murmurs, bending over me.

The tip of his cock is at my back entrance, just waiting.

“Yes?”

“Beg me one more time,” he orders.

I swallow hard, take a deep breath, my hands tight on the bed sheets.

This is finally happening.

“Fuck my ass, Declan,” I beg. “Please.”

Gently, he slides the tip of his cock into my hole, slippery with lube, and I gasp. He’s so much bigger than even three fingers, and he’s not even in yet.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, fingers finding my clit, circling it slowly.

I moan again.

“You like feeling me stretch you?” he asks.

I gasp, face in the bedsheets. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it feels like it could start at any second as he works his way into me slowly, pushing harder and harder.

Suddenly there’s a quick moment of pain, but then the head of his cock pops through the thick ring of muscle and I draw in a deep, shuddering breath.

“God,” Declan moans. “Aurora, your ass feels so fucking good.”

I can’t speak, only whimper. He’s still slowly circling my clit with his fingers, and my body feels like it’s filled to the brim with sensation, so intense I don’t know if I can move.

Then he pushes his cock just a little deeper, and I think I explode. Every millimeter he gets inside me, inside this new hole, opens up new nerves, new sensations. I whimper again, moaning, screaming, making noises I don’t think I’ve ever made before as Declan’s whole cock slowly makes its way inside me.

Finally, he’s hilted. My whole body is twitching, trembling, and he reaches around my shoulders, pulls me up until I’m kneeling. I grab one bedpost for support, certain I can’t stay upright on my own with his cock buried in my ass.

“You’re filthy and I love you,” he whispers, reaching around, slowly massaging my clit. “I love the way you’re a sweet, perfect princess in public and my dirty queen when we’re alone. I love the way you beg me to fuck you. I love the way you say my name when you come.”

He pulls out a centimeter, slowly, thrusts in again, and I nearly scream with pleasure.

“I love the way you let me fuck your ass hard and deep, and I love the way you like it so much you can barely talk right now,” he finishes.

I swallow, lost in a maze of sheer pleasure, nearly unable to think.

“I love you,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”

Declan fucks me slowly, his cock bottoming out with every stroke, lighting up every single nerve in my body as he does. I can barely speak. The only word that comes out of my mouth is his name, whispered and screamed, over and over again.

It’s seconds before I come the first time. I feel like the world shatters in front of my eyes, and Declan has to hold me up as I go boneless, coming so hard I can’t move.

But then I come again, and again. Declan keeps going, fucking my ass harder and harder, each stroke pure, filthy bliss. I knew it would feel this good but I didn’t realize it would feel like the earth might open up and swallow me whole.

Finally, he grabs my hair again, wraps his other arm around my waist, and drives his cock into me as hard as he can. I can feel it as he throbs and jerks deep inside me, exploding as he growls in my ear, biting my shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispers as he comes. “I fucking love you.”

Together we gasp, panting, and catch our breath. I turn my head and kiss him quickly on the lips, and he slides out of me, pulling me backward onto the bed, wrapping me in his strong, safe arms.

“I love you too,” I whisper, and the two of us slowly drift off into sleep.