I saw his eyes smile.
Then he disappeared because he put his lips to my throat.
And Deacon commenced in giving back, way, way more than what I was giving to him.
Absolutely.
He kissed. He licked. He sucked. He nipped. He finger fucked me. He worked my clit.
All through this I squirmed. I strained. My body tightened, and if his fingers were inside, my sex clutched them deeper. Every time that happened I’d get his growl of approval, each one scoring right through me.
Each pull of the ropes sent heat shafting everywhere when my automatic response was thwarted, reminding me I was his to do with as he pleased and I had nothing to give but it all, he had everything to take, and everything to give to me.
It was simple beauty.
And I was loving every second.
Finally, he moved fully between my legs and clamped his mouth down on me, sucking deep.
“God!” I cried, surging up as far as I could, exhilaration sweeping through me when I was pulled back against my bonds, the pleasure heightened indescribably because I couldn’t lift my knees high, throw them over his shoulders. I could only lie there and take what he was giving me.
He ate and he sucked and he fucked me with his tongue. When I was writhing on the bed, straining against the ropes, this close to exploding, he took his mouth from me, drove two fingers in, and my entire body bucked, the bed moving with it.
I lifted my head to see him still between my legs. “Baby,” I begged.
He slid his fingers out and down, and wet with me, circled one at my anus.
My frame tensed tight, my knees involuntarily trying to cock and stilling when my motion was denied, the bed jerking again as all my limbs tightened, and I did what I could to press into his finger.
“Yes,” I breathed and watched hazily as Deacon’s face grew even darker.
He surged over me but left his finger where it was.
“Please,” I breathed.
He slid his finger inside.
I turned my head to the side, my body trembling, waiting, anticipating.
Deacon put his lips to my ear.
“Next job, I’m goin’ shopping on the way back,” he whispered there, gently moving his finger in small circles inside me and my legs pulled tight against the ropes, reflexively trying to open further for him. “Get my girl some toys. Come back to her, plug her ass, eat her * while she’s tied down with my cock in her mouth.”
I jerked my head around, my sex pulsing deep with need. He lifted his head when I did and I caught his eyes.
“Fuck me.”
“You need my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He slid his thumb rough through my wet and pressed hard at my clit.
My body surged tight against my ropes.
“Ask sweet,” he ordered.
Oh God, this was hot. This was great. This was fucking amazing.
“Please, baby,” I begged. “Please, fuck me.”
“Want it hard?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to fuck your mouth first?”
Yes I did.
But right then I needed him inside and not inside my mouth.
“Yes, but no,” I panted, his thumb at my clit, finger still up my ass torturing me in a good way. “Need you inside. Now, Deacon.”
“That wasn’t sweet, baby.”
“Please,” I pleaded immediately.
“You gonna take your plug when I bring it?”
Oh God.
So fucking hot.
“Yes,” I said and that one syllable came out sharing I’d take it right then if he had it.
He read it. Deacon could have dementia and still read me.
“Fill your ass, eat your *.”
“I’ll suck your cock,” I gasped.
“No, sweet Cassie. You’ll be tied down, won’t be able to move your head. You just hold it in your mouth.”
He was killing me.
I strained toward him, nearly coming undone when I couldn’t complete that action.
“Deacon, please.”
Even with his eyes hot and hungry, his lips smiled. “Had enough?”
“Yes,” I nearly shouted.
“Then prepare for me to ride you, baby.”
I was prepared. I couldn’t get more prepared. The only thing I was worried about was that the orgasm I was about to have would kill me.
He slid his finger out of my ass, his thumb away from my clit, and positioned.
Hand in the bed, arm straight, holding him above me, I felt him move the tip of his cock through my wet as I tried and failed to get more of him.
“Baby, please.”
He surged inside.
My back arched from the bed, my head digging in the pillows, all four limbs jerking against the ropes.
Then he fucked me, hard, rough, holding his body away from mine. I dipped my chin, saw his eyes on me, and whimpered.
He liked this. Fucking me barely touching me, just his cock driving deep and fast, watching me take his thrusts, my body jerking with each one, my ropes tight, making me immobile.
It could have been bad. It could have felt distant. Like being used. Like nothing but a wet *, a vessel to receive his seed.
It wasn’t that. Not with the way he was looking at me, taking in my face, his gaze roaming hot on my body.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he grunted.
“Harder,” I begged.