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he pulled it off with force, letting it fly across the room. For a moment, the two sat and enjoyed the intimate embrace before Declan reached up and took Sam's face into his hands. Leading her lips to his, he devoured her in a fury.
    There was nothing soft or sweet about their encounter, but pure, carnal passion. The heat rising inside of her made Sam's chest felt it would combust if she didn't have Declan right there and then. Slightly pulling away, she unbuttoned his vest, and slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. Declan's chest was smooth and defined, just like she had hoped it would be.
        Strategically positioned on his chest, was an anchor tattoo. Tracing her fingers across the slightly raised black markings, she trailed them down to his rib cage where a shamrock lay.
        "Do you have any other tattoos I should be made aware of?" she asked as she rolled her hips into his.
        "Aye, I may have a few here and there. What about you," he examined as he slipped the lacy strap of her bra off her shoulder. Leaning in, he skillfully kissed her shoulder, across her collarbone and nibbled on her other shoulder.
        "I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself," she teased while pressing her breasts into his chest.
        Taking Sam in his arms, he circled his arm around her back and unfastened her bra. Declan let the delicate fabric slither through his fingers, falling to the floor with ease. Leaning back just a bit, Declan drew in a deep breath as he gazed at Sam's plentiful breasts.
        "Fuck, your tits are so perfect," he howled as he ran his tongue across her pert nipples. Burring his face between her mounds, Sam laid her petite hands on his scruffy cheeks. Running her fingers through his hair, both Sam and Declan moaned in pleasure.
        "We need to go to my room. I don't want to be interrupted when we have sex."
        "Oh, darlin'. We aren't having sex," he groaned into her chest.
        "What do you mean we aren't going to have sex?" Sam asked painstakingly confused as she slightly pulled away from his grip.
        "Sex? No. Fuck your brains out? Yes," he recovered.
        Lifting her from his lap, he picked up her deprived body.
        "Which one is yours?" He asked eagerly.
        "Third door on the right," she squealed as she clung to his body.
        Pushing to door open, Declan slammed Sam's body against the closing door. Placing her legs softly to the ground, Declan pinned her against the door as he kissed his way down her breasts, and knelt before her.
        He never took his eyes off hers as he wrenched at her jeans. Declan sent the clothing soaring across the room with one swift jerk. Admiring her for just a moment, he clenched and shredded the lacy intimates clean off her body.
        Sighing in desire, Sam felt Declan run his tongue up her body until they were face to face.
        "You're going to be trouble, aren't you?" Sam asked anxiously.
        "If you mean having mind blowing sex over and over, then yes, call me Trouble if you like," Declan affirmed as he pressed his body into hers.
        "I do love trouble," she reached between their bodies to undo his jeans. Sam powered through the buttons like a pro, and quickly had Declan down to his boxer briefs. Relishing the long, drawn out kisses on her neck, she swiftly felt the pulsing sensation deep within her core.
    Sam began kneading Declan's package from outside his briefs before gradually slipping her fingers below the elastic band. She wrapped her tiny hand around his plentiful cock as she took long strokes of his rigid flesh. He was already rock hard for her, and she could tell he was appreciating the pulls from the way he sucked harder on her neck. His dick pulsed under her hand as it grew harder and longer right before her.
    Peeling her away from the door, Declan flung her onto the bed allowing her blonde mane to bounce with her boobs. Sam had never seen a man move as quickly as Declan when he hurled his briefs,