The Gangster's Girlfriend

“Home early? Declan will like that for sure. He’s downstairs in the gym. The door in the kitchen goes downstairs. Just go all the way down the hall. I know he’ll be happy for the interruption.”

Embarrassed that she had no idea there was even a basement, Miranda smiled her thanks. Through the kitchen she found the door she knew went out to the backyard and carriage house. The stairs were solid and well maintained, unlike the crumbling ones in her own home. The first room to the right was a large movie room that also housed a bar and full-size fridge. The first door to the left was a full bathroom that looked like new. A long hallway led to the gym. It was a large room filled with a weight machine, free weights, a rowing machine, punching bag, treadmill, and a bench press.

Declan was laid out on the bench press, and the sight of him took her head clean off. She finally understood what Declan meant when he said it. He wore only loose-fitting shorts and sneakers. Often she appreciated his well-defined chest and knew the taste of it well, but never quite like it was now. The light dusting of hair was slick with sweat and his skin glowed below the harsh light. Every muscle and sinew flexed and undulated hypnotically as she watched in appreciation. Wet heat shot to her pussy and her nipples stood at attention so quickly they began to hurt.

Removing her shoes, she began to walk toward him. Her blouse was next, and two buttons was all it took for her skirt to fall away. He saw her as her skirt hit the floor. He smiled and sat up as she stopped mere inches from him. “Lie back down,” she ordered as she stood over him. Every time he took her, she gave herself utterly, and he’d kept his promise, every time he took care of her pleasure. But now, this time, she needed to have him under her, free to touch him and taste him. She needed to have his body for her own pleasure.

Shaking his head, he stood up. “The bench won’t hold the both of us, my love.” His hands were in her hair as he pulled her to him, their kiss was fierce and demanding. Sweeping her up in his arms, he settled her down on the workout mat.

The cool plastic beneath her brought her out of her mindlessness, and she pushed him up and away. “I want you on your back, Declan,” she whispered into his mouth as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. He moaned, and she was above him.

His body was so beautiful. She ached to the very core of her as she touched him. Her hands roamed over his chest and across every furrow of

muscle. Her mouth followed, and she was lost in him. Her bra disappeared somewhere, and she was glad as she rubbed her breasts over his chest. The first time he groaned, and the second time he pulled her up and kissed her until she thought she would faint. She wanted him inside her so badly. Breaking the kiss, she stood up on shaky legs to rid herself of her panties.

Grateful to see him match her actions, she straddled him, bracing herself, her palms flat on his sweat-slicked chest. She eased down to take him inside. “How do I do this?” She moaned as she felt the tip of him outside her slick entrance.

Reaching down between them, he guided his cock into her.

Miranda had yet to take him in this way, and the newness of it almost overwhelmed her. As she took him deeper, her body shuddered with an orgasm that shocked her. He wasn’t even halfway in. She swayed forward and he caught her. He moved just an inch or two further into her, and she became immediately greedy for all of him. Letting herself go, she sank onto him. How in the world had he kept this position from her?

Pulling her to down to him, he ravaged her mouth. She moved herself on his cock and gripped him from inside. Declan tore his mouth away, and his hands went to her hips. He lifted her up and she groaned her displeasure. She came down on him and rocked forward. The friction set her off, and the tempo they set was frantic. Too soon, far too soon, he was there. He slipped a hand between them and stroked her clitoris so that he wasn’t alone in his climax. Between the overwhelming feeling of fullness from having him inside her buried to the hilt and his stroking, her climax was almost painful when it hit her, and she screamed his name as she came. He exploded inside her, and she felt every spasm of his cock up her spine. She fell forward and he caught her, holding her tightly to him.

It was several long minutes before either of them could breathe normally. Her nose was buried in his neck, and as she felt him shift, she flicked a tongue over his soft skin, loving the taste of him.

“Woman, you are going to kill me.” His hand sifting through her hair, he kissed her gently. “I can’t think of a better way to go.”

She laughed and ran an appreciative hand down his chest. “I can’t believe we’ve never done it this way before. Why were you holding back on this position?”

“It isn’t an easy position for most women to control how deep I go, and since you still felt so tight and new, I didn’t want to put you in a position that could hurt you. We would have done it eventually, but I was thinking of you straddling me on the couch or in bed with me sitting up. You over me with nothing to hold on to but me was the last thing I wanted, but I’m glad it didn’t hurt and it only made you come.”

“Is this about that first night again? I’m telling you, Declan, you need to let it go. I have, and shouldn’t I be the most important part in the whole equation?”

“Not when it comes to your pleasure and keeping you from getting hurt. In this there is no argument, Miranda. Don’t give me that look. I won’t have it. I take care of what’s mine, and you, my love, are mine.” He rolled over, and even though Miranda was annoyed at him, he was thickening inside her and she couldn’t fight her body’s reaction.

“Take care of me, Declan. Take me to the stars again. Please, Declan, take care of me.” Clutching his cock inside her, she loved the way he shuddered against her body. His hands moved down to her hips and wrapped her around him. She didn’t care what he said; it thrilled her when he lost control, and she loved pushing him to the edge of it. “Harder, Declan. I need your cock to pound my pussy harder.”

He growled in his chest, and Miranda loved it. He got incredibly hot when she talked dirty. She had learned lesson one quite well, much to his satisfaction. The Miranda of weeks ago would have blushed until she fainted at the things she taunted him with in the bedroom. The Miranda who had come alive at Declan’s hands gloried in it, and she had found it made her wetter too.

“Declan, all day long all I could think of was your cock in my mouth. I love it when you fuck my mouth like you do my pussy and I can taste your come. The only thing better is when I clean your cock after you come inside me and I taste the both of us on your cock. Fuck me harder, Declan. Fuck me and make me come, so when we finish I can suck your limp cock and clean us off you.”

He was like a man possessed, faster he pounded into her, and he was thickening inside her. Dear lord, her nipples hurt so badly she ran her fingers over them. Her climax was building.

“You didn’t suck my nipples, Declan. I’m so angry you neglected my aching nipples. Harder, damn it. I’m almost there.”

Sweat dripping, he moved faster, and then he leaned down and took one of her aching nipples into his mouth and sucked so hard she screamed, and then she began to come, and told him so.

But Declan wasn’t done. He kept pounding, and it was killing her, the agony of his thick cock inside her moving against her still-tender clitoris. He moved to her other breast, and for the first time he toyed with her nipple far past the point of slight pain, and oh how she loved it.

“Yes, Declan. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Again she came, and finally so did he. When he spilled inside her, she told him how much she loved the feel of his come filling her up, and he shuddered against her. He tried to roll off her, but she clung to him.

“Declan, I love the feel of you inside me. Just a few minutes longer. You always pull out too soon,” she complained, as she ran her hands over his sweat-slicked back.

“I have to pull out because you start squeezing my cock and start me up all over again, when I need longer to recuperate for you.”

“You didn’t need long to recuperate this time, and thank you. I loved it, all of it.”

“I didn’t need as long to recuperate and it took me longer to come. Are you sure it felt good? I thought I was hurting you at the end.”