Chapter 29
Deacon
My cock fucking jumped in my pants at her immediate obedience, and I had to fight my urge to immediately put Riley face down and ass up on my bed and sink my aching cock into her perfect cunt. She took off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants. I helped her shove them and my briefs down my legs, and she made a soft sound of appreciation when my cock popped free.
“Ms. Gates, keep licking your lips like that, and I’ll have you on your knees with your pretty mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
“Promises, promises,” she said.
I yanked off my socks before turning her around and pulling down the zipper on her skirt. She wore black thigh highs under it, but her panties were plain white cotton.
She flushed. “I didn’t think you’d be seeing my underwear, so I wore granny panties. Sorry, they are not sexy at all.”
I cupped and caressed her ass before sliding her panties down her legs and helping her step out of them. “Everything you wear is sexy.”
I turned her around and kissed her, gripping her ass in my hands and pulling her tight against my body. My cock was trapped against her soft stomach, and I wasn’t embarrassed by the precum I left smeared across her skin when we finally broke apart. Christ, did I want this woman.
“Lie on the bed, Riley.”
She stretched out on the bed, and I slowly peeled her stockings down her legs, pressing kisses against her skin as I exposed it. She laughed when I kissed the top of each foot before dropping the stockings on the floor with the rest of her clothes.
Her gaze fell to my cock, and the longing in her eyes made my balls heavy and tight.
“My eyes are up here,” I said sternly.
I expected her to giggle. Instead, she looked at me with raw need. “I want it, sir. Please?”
“Soon,” I said, pushing her thighs apart. “I’ve wanted to taste my good girl’s pussy all week.”
She moaned and let her thighs spread wide, her fingers curling in my hair as I licked up her slit. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
I sucked on her clit, loving how it made her twist and squirm and gasp. I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, holding her down as I licked and sucked. When I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into her tight entrance, she cried my name, her body bucking wildly. I grinned and kissed her thighs before attacking her clit again with hard sucks and licks. I loved how she looked and sounded when I ate her pussy, and I pushed her hard toward her climax. I needed her to come on my face, needed to give her that release almost as much as I needed my own.
She ground her pussy against my face. “Deacon, I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Good girl, baby. Come on my face, let me taste all your perfect sweetness.”
She cried my name again before her body tensed and her back arched. She came with another sharp cry, her body shaking against my lips and tongue. I cleaned her up, licking away her cream and stroking her clit again until she moaned, “Too much. Please, too much.”
I sat up and wiped my face on the sheet before stretching out beside her. She blinked at me, her body still quivering, and I patted my stomach. “Straddle me.”
She sat up and chewed at her bottom lip. “Could we do another position?”
“No,” I said. “I want you on top.”
She chewed again at her bottom lip, and I reached up and tugged it free. “Why don’t you want to be on top?”
“It’s not… I mean…” She sighed. “I worry that I’m too heavy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I said.
“I might,” she said.
“You abso-fucking-lutely will not,” I said firmly. “Straddle me, Riley. Now.”
She continued to hesitate, and I reached up and gripped her chin, making her look directly at me. “Ride my cock like the good girl I know you are.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
She swung her leg over, and I groaned when her pussy brushed against my swollen cock. She didn’t rest her weight on me, and I grabbed her hips and pulled her firmly down on my thighs. “You’re perfect, Riley. Do you hear me? You’ll put my cock in that tight cunt, and you’ll fuck me like you mean it. If you don’t, I’ll spank you.”
“I like being spanked,” she said cheekily.
“I’ll spank you and deny you an orgasm,” I said.
She glared at me. “You can’t keep threatening denied orgasms, sir.”
“It’s not a threat,” I said.
“Fine,” she said huffily, “but when you’re at emergency care with a cracked rib, I get to tell you I told you so.”
She grabbed my dick - not that gently, but I didn’t fucking care - and lifted enough to press it against her entrance. I groaned when she basically shoved her little cunt down over my dick, and her slick warmth swallowed my length.
She grunted, pain flickering across her face, and I gave her a light slap to the ass. “That’s what you get for having a tantrum and taking my cock too quickly.”
“Quiet, you,” she muttered under her breath.
I slapped her ass again, making her squeal and tighten around my cock. “Fuck! Riley, don’t fucking squeeze like that - you’ll make me come.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she said with a cheeky grin before she grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head. She leaned against me, her tits pressing into my chest, her eyes bright, and her little cunt fluttering around my shaft. “Maybe I want to be in charge tonight, Mr. Cross. Maybe I want to decide when you come for a change.”
“Is that right?” I made a show of pushing back against her grip, hiding my grin when she held me tighter. I could have easily broken her hold, but I allowed us both to pretend I was her captive.
She made a few slow thrusts against me, moaning quietly at the sensation. She brushed her soft lips across my throat, and then her hot, wet tongue dipped into the hollow of my throat as she rubbed her pretty tits against my chest.
“Do you know how hard it is to see you every day and not touch you?” I rasped into her ear.
She lifted her head, our faces only inches apart, as she made more of those slow, deliberate thrusts of her hips against mine.
“How difficult it is to watch you walk into my office without kneeling, to speak without my permission?” I studied the shimmer of hot desire that crossed her face with my words.
I broke her grip with a hard tug, making her gasp when I gripped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back, pinning them at the small of her back as she fell onto my chest with a soft grunt.
I nuzzled her throat, thrilling in the feel of her soft weight on top of me before making two hard thrusts into her pussy. She cried out, her body shivering against mine and her knees clamping around my hips.
“Every time you walk into my office and aren’t my good girl, it takes every last ounce of my willpower not to bend you over my desk right there and spank you,” I said.
She moaned, her cunt squeezing me so tight I lost the ability to think for a moment. I squeezed her wrists and nipped at her throat. “I’ve fantasized about doing it. About ordering you to take off your panties, lift your skirt, and bend over my desk. To spread your soft thighs and show me your cunt while I turn your ass red with my hand.”
“Deacon,” she moaned as fresh, hot liquid soaked my thighs. I could hear every pump of my body into hers now, her pussy sucking at me, milking me hard and making it nearly impossible for me to talk.
I gritted my teeth, ignoring the exquisite pleasure of her pussy, and nipped her throat again before sliding one hand up her body and cupping her throat. I stroked my thumb against her wildly beating pulse as she stared at me, her lips parted and her eyes hazy with desire.
“Once your ass is properly spanked,” I brushed my mouth against hers, “I make you spread your legs even wider for me, and I tell you to be my good girl and stay pliant and quiet while I fuck you.”
We were moving harder now, me fucking up into her with long deep jabs, her hips grinding down against me, small whines and moans escaping her lips. I shifted below her, angled my hips deeper to find her g-spot, and was rewarded with a harsh cry of bliss from her perfect mouth.
She yanked at my grip, and I released her, keeping one hand around her throat but sliding the other around her waist to hold her steady as I fucked her. Her hands gripped my arm, her body straining for its release as I drove into her again and again.
My voice hoarse, I said, “You’ll be a good, sweet little hole for me, Riley. You’ll take what I give you and beg me for more. Do you know why, baby?”
She moaned, her cheeks flushed and her hair sticking to her face as I kept pumping, plunging deep over and over.
“You’ll let me fuck you, rut you, give you my cum because you’re my good girl.”
Her voice erupted into a shriek at my final words, her body madly shuddering as she came hard, and hot liquid soaked my thighs. I roared her name, jerking up again and again, filling her full of my seed and, fuck, it was good… so fucking good.
Her body collapsed against mine, and we panted in unison. Her body trembled wildly as mine shook just as hard. When she finally slid off, our bodies disconnecting with an audible squelch, she collapsed on the bed beside me.
We lay in silence until the reality of what I’d said to her permeated my pleasure fogged brain. I sat up on my elbows, staring at her as she opened her eyes and said, “What’s wrong?”
“Did I go too far?” I asked. “With what I said to you?”
“Do you even have to ask that?” she said before waving her hand at my crotch, which was soaking wet and glistening with her cream. “When I practically drowned you in cum?”
I huffed out a laugh and collapsed on my back again before tugging on her arm. “Come here.”
She curled up against me, sliding under my arm and resting her head on my chest as I stroked her back. “Do you really think those things when I walk into your office at work?”
“Yes,” I said. “Every damn time.”
“I wish I could kneel at the office for you,” she admitted. “I wish I could be your good girl every day. It makes me feel… quiet and peaceful and right.”
I kissed her forehead, holding her tighter against my body as she traced circles on my chest with her fingertips.
“I have more confidence now,” she said, her voice quiet. “I care less about what people think of me, and I think that’s because of you. For the first time in my life, I have…”
“What?” I asked.
She sat up, hugging her knees and smiling at me. “Nothing, I’m being weird.”
“You’re not being weird,” I said.
She glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. “We still have forty minutes left in our play session. Do you want to have a shower with me, and I’ll give you a blow job?”
I sat up. “Stay the night with me.”
She hesitated, and something dark and painful twisted in my stomach, but I forced a smile. “I’ll text the sisters and let them know we’re doing an overnight session.”
“No,” she said. “I’ll stay, but only if you don’t pay me for it. I don’t want money to stay the night with you. Okay?”
Maybe I should have argued, maybe she was only being polite and thinking she had to make a bit of a fuss about being paid to spend the night, but I didn’t argue. The relief was too strong, and the spark of hope deep in my chest refused to be extinguished.
“Okay,” I said. “But you’re still giving me that blow job in the shower, good girl.”
She laughed and leaned over to kiss my chest. “Whatever you say, sir.”