Chapter 25
Deacon
“Iwant my good girl naked while she’s sucking my dick,” I said.
“Yes, Mr. Cross.” She stood, and we helped each other remove clothing until we were both naked.
I cupped one breast, teasing her nipple with my thumb before sliding my hand down her body and between her legs. She gasped, her hands digging into my arm when I easily slid two fingers into her entrance.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet already.”
“I’ve been wet since I walked through the front door,” she said. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It isn’t,” I said, brushing my thumb across her clit.
“You need to stop doing that, or I’ll forget what I’m supposed to do,” she said.
I gave her clit one last rough swipe before pulling my hand free. “We can’t have that.”
She went to sit on the bed again, and I shook my head before dropping a pillow on the floor. “Good girls suck cock on their knees.”
She knelt gracefully on the pillow, staring at me as I stepped closer. I held the base of my dick and cupped the back of her head. “Open, good girl.”
She opened, and I groaned as I fed my cock inch by inch into her hot mouth. I watched her lips stretch around my width, and she made a muffled sound when the head brushed against the back of her throat. I pulled back a little and rubbed my thumb along her cheekbone. “Suck.”
She sucked hard, bobbing her head back and forth, keeping her gaze on mine as I watched my dick sliding in and out of her mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her as I smoothed her hair back from her face. I shook my head when she tried to wrap her hand around my base. “No. Keep your hands in your lap.”
She dropped them obediently, and I pushed further, forcing her to take more of my cock. Her eyes widened, and she made another muffled sound before trying to pull back. I cupped her skull hard. “No, baby. You need to learn to take more. Relax your jaw and your throat.”
She didn’t relax, and I gave her a stern look. “Do as I say, Riley.”
She sucked in a deep breath through her nose and relaxed her jaw. I fed her another inch, watching her carefully as she gave me a slightly panicked look.
“Shh, baby, you’re doing so well. Can you take a little more for me?”
She shook her head, and I smiled at her. “I think you can. If you do, if you’re my good girl who sucks my dick like I tell her to, I’ll eat your sweet pussy for you.”
She made a soft moan, and when she reached to rub her clit, I said, “Don’t you dare touch yourself, sweet Riley. Your pussy is for me and only me. Do what I say, and you’ll get your reward.”
I pulled out of her mouth to give her a chance to take a few deep breaths. “Deacon, I…”
“Do you want your pussy eaten, Riley?”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Then do what I tell you.” I pushed my dick back into her mouth, pleased with how she stayed completely still while I fucked her mouth. I pushed deep, the head of my cock slipping down her throat, and then I pulled back, letting her take a breath before I did it again. Over and over, I slid into her mouth, forcing her to take me deeper each time until her lips touched my pubic hair and her throat clenched around my cock.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned and pulled out.
Riley coughed and gagged, and I hauled her to her feet, wiping away my precum from her lips. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you,” she said hoarsely.
I kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth and fresh precum dripping from my cock when I tasted myself on her tongue. She clung to me, her body rubbing against mine eagerly as I cupped her breast and lightly pinched her nipple.
“Is my good girl ready for her reward?”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
I pushed her back on the bed. She bounced and giggled, and I grinned at her before nudging her legs apart and settling on my stomach between them. I licked her soft pussy lips, and her giggles died out. She clutched my head, moaning loudly when I attacked her clit with my lips and tongue.
I’d wanted to draw this out, to tease and torment, but my cock was throbbing for release, and all I could think about was being inside of her. I sucked and licked, sliding two fingers into her and thrusting roughly as her hips bucked against me.
I lifted my head and nipped her inner thigh hard. She cried out, her body jerking before she stared at me. “Sir?”
“Say my name when you come, good girl.”
“I will,” she moaned. “I will… just please… I need it. Please.”
I licked her inner thighs before licking her swollen clit. She jerked and cried out, her hands digging into my scalp as she ground her pussy against my face. I licked her clit again and then sucked hard on it.
“Deacon!” She shrieked my name, her hips jutting forward and her body shaking wildly. Fresh warm liquid coated my lips and tongue, and I cleaned away her sweet cream, my dick leaking copious amounts of precum against the quilt as I fought hard not to just get to my knees and bury my aching cock into her perfect body.
I sucked in a deep breath and kissed her round stomach before leaning over her and bracing my hands on either side of her head. My cock brushed against her pussy, and I groaned when she let her legs fall wide and stared hazily at me.
“Will you fuck me now, Deacon?”
“I want to, baby,” I rasped. “But only if you want that, too.”
“Yes,” she said. “I want that so much.”
I straightened, and she made a soft cry of disappointment. I rubbed her thigh as I leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer. “Give me a minute.”
She watched through half-lidded eyes, her perfect body splayed out below me. I rolled the condom on, gritting my teeth against even that slight sensation, and lined myself up at her entrance.
“Are you sure, baby?” I asked as my body screamed at me to make Riley mine.
“Yes.” She gripped my arms, pulling my body down so she could press a kiss against my mouth. “I want you to fuck me, Deacon.”
I groaned and slid into her with one hard thrust. She was tight, so fucking tight, and I stopped immediately, afraid I would blow my load right then and there at the feel of her exquisite cunt.
“Deacon?” She rubbed my chest, staring at me with the perfect combination of sultry vixen and innocent virgin. “Why did you stop?”
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned. “Your little cunt is a vice around my cock, baby. You fit me so perfectly.”
She flushed pink, but the self-satisfied smile on her face was way too fucking adorable. I leaned down and pressed a kiss against her mouth before making a few experimental thrusts. We both moaned, and she gripped my waist before hooking her thighs around my waist. “Fuck me, Deacon.”
“Yes, Riley,” I said.
I tried to move slowly, tried to draw out the pleasure for as long as I could, but within minutes I was fucking her with deep, hard strokes. Her soft body cushioned mine perfectly, and her pussy clung to every inch of my dick as I drove in and out of her.
Her soft cries spurred me on, and I leaned down to suck hard on one nipple before I said, “Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come while I fuck you.”
She wiggled her hand between our bodies, crying out when she rubbed her clit. Her pussy clenched hard around me, and I groaned at the added pressure. Fuck, that might have been a bad idea.
My body shuddering with the need for relief, I thrust in and out, losing myself in the warmth of her pussy. When she cried my name again, and her cunt clamped around me as she climaxed, I shouted hoarsely and drove in one final time. With another shout, I came hard, my body shaking and twitching above Riley’s, my breath whistling in and out of my lungs as the pleasure rocked me to my very core.
I collapsed on top of her, and she made a soft ‘oof,’ the knuckles of her hand digging into my abdomen as she patted my back with her free hand. “Deacon, can’t breathe.”
I pushed to my knees with a groan, muttering a curse when I pulled out.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“The condom broke,” I said.
I slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom, disposing of the torn condom before I brought a warm cloth and hand towel back to the bed. I sat on the side of the bed and patted Riley’s knee. “Open.”
She spread her thighs, and I wiped the cloth across her pussy. I ignored the stupid satisfaction that settled over me as I watched my cum drip out of her body. If Riley wasn’t on birth control, we were in big fucking trouble.
I cleaned her carefully and then dried her with the towel before tossing both in the hamper and sitting on the bed beside her. She sat up and clutched the sheet to her body. “I’m on birth control.”
“Thank God,” I said and then grimaced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean -”
She laughed shakily. “Deacon, trust me, I am just as relieved as you are.”
“Sorry,” I said again.
“It’s not your fault it broke,” she said, then paused. “Although you were riding me pretty hard there at the end, maybe it was your fault.”
I gaped at her, and Riley burst into laughter. “Oh my God, the look on your face right now.”
“Did you just say I was ‘riding you pretty hard’?” I asked.
“Am I wrong?” she asked.
“No, but when did my sweet Riley get replaced by this naughty girl?” I asked with a grin.
“I can be both,” she said.
I laughed, and any awkwardness between us disappeared. I leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. “That was amazing, Riley. Thank you.”
She cupped my face, giving me an affectionate look. “I know my medical records are part of my information package the agency sends you, but I’m happy to show them to you again if -”
“No,” I said, “I’m not worried about it. Do you need to see mine again?”
“Nope,” she said.
She sat back before clearing her throat. “Okay, well, it’s getting late, so I should go.”
“You could go,” I said, “or you could have a sleepover at my house and be guaranteed at least two more orgasms.”
She giggled and planted a kiss on my mouth. “Make it three orgasms and throw in a sandwich since I’ve worked up an appetite, and you have a deal.”
I pulled her close and gave her a long, slow kiss. “Deal.”