Chapter 19 #2
Even though I’m sure Deacon can choose to fuck twenty-year-olds with perfect bodies, I do feel perfect under his gaze. His cock rears as his gaze travels up and down my body, like he’s trying to decide where to start with me.
“You want me on my knees?” I ask.
“I’ll tell you where I want you,” he says. “There’s no rush. We have a long night ahead.”
I’m not sure I’ll survive a long night with this man.
He starts at my ankles, pressing a circle of kisses and then trailing his tongue and his teeth higher, up my thighs, like he’s mapping out my body for scientific exploration.
When he gets to my pussy, he trails kisses from one hip bone to the other, but he doesn’t do what my body needs him to do.
He doesn’t plunge his tongue between my folds and bring me to a shuddering climax.
But I don’t say anything. It wouldn’t make a difference if I did. He’s been clear that we go at his pace and we do what he wants. And that’s okay, because I realize now that he knows my body better than I do.
When his mouth reaches my neck, my fingers thread through the back of his hair and he groans. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me, urgent and desperate.
He pulls back suddenly, leaving me wanting more.
“You might be the only woman to make me come just by kissing me.”
I try and bite back a smile.
His eyes narrow. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
I feel beautiful. With him, I feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I can’t decide on all the ways I want to fuck you,” he says, pulling a condom packet from his wallet beside the bed.
“Pick one,” I say.
He chuckles. “Getting impatient, are we?”
My entire body is aching for him. Can’t he see it?
“I want you, Deacon.”
He nods slowly and he stands. “I know.” He rips the packet open and slides the condom onto his straining cock, and I watch his muscles bunch and loosen as he works.
My heart flutters nervously in my chest. He’s big, and I’m not sure how this is going to feel.
But he’s said that it’s going to feel good, so I trust him.
His gaze falls back on mine. “Now I’m going to have you.”
He pulls me to the edge of the bed and opens my legs. “We’re going to go slow,” he says, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
His crown nuzzles my entrance. Part of me wants him not to go slow. I need him fast and deep. I want him to own me.
But he knows what he’s doing.
He presses in and I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets. He feels good, almost too good, like it’s about to tip into a pain that might engulf me.
“It’s okay,” he says, like I’m a wild horse he’s trying to tame. “Trust me. You’re so wet, I’m going to slide right in.”
I groan at his words, at the thought of him inside me, at the way he’s so hard and it’s all for me.
He pushes farther into me. “Relax,” he says, his palm spanning my stomach. “Let yourself enjoy it.”
Small explosions of pleasure burst inside me as he works farther and farther, goes deeper and deeper.
“Feel that?” he says. “I’m so deep in you right now.” The tendons in his neck are straining and his voice is tight. “We’re joined. You’re mine. I’m yours.”
I moan at the feeling of being owned by Deacon. Of feeling so full of him and I clench.
“Fuck, Aurora, if you move like that, I’m going to come right now.”
He slides out, inch by perfect inch, and he presses my legs wider before sliding in again, faster this time.
I wasn’t expecting it, and I scream. It’s almost too much. I’m so close to orgasming again.
“You can come if you need to.”
I exhale. He’s right, my climax is a need. A necessity. It feels like goddamn oxygen.
“But I’m not going to stop. I’m going to keep fucking you through it. Just know that.”
He starts to move, and even though he does fit, he’s so big, fills me so entirely, that all I can think about is his cock. His thick, hard cock inside me, making me his.
I’ve never felt so wanton. Never felt so desired, so sexy.
I never want to come, because if I do, this might be over and I never want it to end.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out.
He moves so his body is over mine, never stopping his rhythm.
My orgasm tears out of me, coiling and uncoiling throughout my body. I tunnel in and out of consciousness, but Deacon doesn’t skip a beat.
He keeps fucking me.
Just like he promised.
I feel weak and boneless, but something inside me springs to life more quickly than expected. It’s desire. Even though he’s made me come twice, I still want him.
My hands reach for him, and my fingers find his broad back, his hot skin, sticky with exertion.
He groans as I tighten my grip, my fingernails digging into his muscles.
My desire pulls inside me, my climax being prodded to life again.
Deacon feels it right away. “Again,” he growls. “Again.”
It’s like he has direct access to my subconscious and I’ve lost all control. My pleasure rachets up, higher and higher at his command, until an orgasm rips through my body again.
But this time I’m not on my own. This time, Deacon’s own pleasure envelops him, and I smile as I feel his orgasm rocket through his body.
“Fuck,” he shouts. “Aurora.”
I squeeze him, milk him, I want all of him.
He collapses, panting on top of me.
“Jesus,” he chokes out. “I thought you might have killed me, you feel so good,” he says as he pulls out of me.
“Same.” It’s the only thing I have the energy to say. I reach over and brush his cheekbone with my fingertips as he deals with the condom.
The lights of the city coming through the windows highlight his muscles. It makes me wonder if he uses the hotel gym. I make a mental note to ensure my walk-arounds includes the gym next time he’s staying.
He sits up against the headboard and pulls me between his legs so my back is against his front.
“Are you okay?” he asks, nuzzling into my neck.
“More than okay,” I say, resting my arms on his, which circle my waist.
His fingers find my clit immediately, and I almost stop him to ask if he really thinks he’s going to make me come.
But I don’t make the rules. He’s been clear with me on that. And for tonight, I’m happy for him to do what he wants to me. I’m not sure there’s anything that I’d say no to.
I groan as more pleasure stirs inside me. I tighten my legs, and he stops.
“No,” he says. “Relax. You’re not allowed to come.”
I turn my head so I can see his expression. “Maybe you shouldn’t be playing with my clit if you don’t want me to come.”
He doesn’t look at me. He just watches his hand on my pussy. “I’ll do what I want with your body,” he says.
I arch against him at his words, and he removes his hand.
“No,” he says.
I groan.
He chuckles. “Really? Even though I’m not touching you.”
It’s pathetic how much I want him. He knows it and I know it.
I relax and slump back against him. His fingers restart their exploration of me.
I try to think about something else, but my mind is full of how it feels for this man to be touching me.
“Deacon,” I cry.
“What is it, Aurora?”
“I want to come.”
“I know you do. And I said no.”
My skin half burns with contained desire. My pussy is throbbing. My nipples are sharp and desperate. I want him. I want to come. I want him inside me, fucking me. My orgasm springs to life, and I cry out.
He stops and removes his hand.
“Deacon,” I implore.
“No coming,” he says simply.
Maybe I need to torture him, just like he’s torturing me. I try to wriggle free, intent on giving him a blowjob that teases him, just like he’s teasing me.
But he holds me in place.
I can’t move.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out.
He removes his fingers, and my orgasm subsides.
What is this man doing to me?
“Deacon, please?”
He hums his appreciation at my begging, and the vibration in his chest spreads right to my pussy.
I try to guide his hand down, and he laughs and kisses my neck. It’s no use. He won’t do what I want.
Or maybe he’s doing exactly what I want.
He brings me to the brink three more maddening times, before he slides on a condom and rearranges us so I’m lying back on the bed, him over me.
“You’re not going to finish what you started?” I ask, my hand sliding to my plump clit.
He removes my hand immediately, pinning both over my head with one of his. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
This time, he pushes into me in one hard movement—and I immediately convulse into orgasm. Like last time, he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, keeps pushing into me, and I don’t know where one orgasm finishes and another one starts. I feel like I’m coming constantly.
“Again,” he growls, and like the well-behaved girl he’s made me, I come instantly, shuddering around him.
This time he’s with me. His jaw tenses and he pushes up, up, up, emptying himself into me, and I wish there was no condom in between us.
I want his come inside me. I want to feel him dripping down my thighs when I finally stand. I want him to have left his mark.
“Fuck,” he calls out, rolling us to our sides, pulling my hips closer to his, closing any gaps there are between us.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get over tonight.
The world is never going to look quite the same again.
Deacon Black has ruined me in the best possible way.