Page 14 of Grudge Match

“No one? How could anyone resist?” I drag my tongue through her slit and fuck her tight hole with my tongue, voraciously consuming the sticky honey coating her bare pussy lips. Every lick slowly satisfies my long-unrequited hunger for her. Every sound she emits makes me snarl like a beast. I suck on her clit, lashing it mercilessly, watching her whimper and buck her hips into my mouth as her thighs vibrate against my ears.

She gazes into my eyes and threads her fingers through my hair, holding me steady and using my head for purchase.

“Deacon, Deacon, Deacon…” Elodie shatters in a deafening cry of ecstasy, moaning, screaming, writhing, and bucking her hips in tiny spasms that almost knock her out of my grasp.

My heart swells with pride. I’ve wanted her for so long that I feared performance anxiety or a lack of practice would make this moment awkward as hell. There hasn’t been anyone else since I fell for Elodie. My friends teased me. My shrink thought I was crazy for holding out. But they didn’t understand this little girl's hold on my heart.

My dick belongs to Elodie, just like this tiny pussy belongs to me.

“You should know,” Elodie whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming nonstop for the last ten minutes. “I’ve never done anything before. I wanted you,” she groans, holding my head to ensure I listen to every word she says. “And only you, Deacon. I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else touching me.”

“I don’t want anyone else touching you either, my love. I think I might lose my mind if anyone tries.” I help her to her feet and lift her into my arms, demanding she point me in the direction of her bedroom.

“I just wanted you to know, for the sake of transparency, that this will be my first time,” Elodie murmurs against my throat, turning me rabid as she covers my neck with sensual kisses.

“First time?” It takes a moment to catch on to her implication.

Elodie nods as I place her gently on her bed. “Is that a deal-breaker for you?” She folds her legs and sits on her shins, seductively removing her sheer bra as she speaks. My eyes drift to the sight, mesmerized by the size and perfection of her breasts. “I know I won’t blow your mind this time, but I want you to teach me how to please you.”

My mouth falls open and I stare, frozen, at my beautiful girl. “I don’t give a damn about virginity, and I love that we’ve both waited five years for tonight.”

Her soft lips part, then form a breathtaking smile. “Do you mean…”

“Yeah, baby. I waited for you, too. There hasn’t been anyone since I fell for you. And you’ve already blown my mind. Anything and everything you do pleases me.”

Elodie rises to her knees and offers to help me undress. I step closer, my heart racing like a thoroughbred stallion in the final round of the Kentucky Derby. She makes quick work of my shirt but pauses when she reaches my pants, staring at me for permission to pull out my cock.

“It’s yours, baby. Don’t you want to look at what I’m going to put inside you?” I never thought dirty talk would come so naturally. That’s what Elodie’s done to me. She makes me feel like a fiend, in the best possible way.

Elodie nods, bobbing her head to show her enthusiasm. She doesn’t hesitate and tears through my belt and pants, shoving her tiny hand into my boxers. When she wraps her hand around my cock, I genuinely feel faint.

“It’s so big, Deacon. How do you know all of this will fit?” A slight smile touches her lips as she fists my shaft, pumping it in drawn-out strokes and staring with undisguised fascination.

A wave of lust seizes my senses and obliterates my restraint. I crawl onto the bed and pin Elodie to the mattress. She spreads her legs to make room for my hips, and I stare at every inch of her flesh, utterly enthralled by her body. I trail my fingers between her breasts, tracing her curves, then sliding my hand between her thighs. I tease her, stroking her still-swollen clit, watching her writhe and whimper with every touch.

“I want to be with you, Elodie. I'll stay here with you if you want to live in New York. If you want to study in Paris, I’ll put on a beret and follow you there. Or if you ever feel the calling to return to Maple Ridge, we’ll go together. It’s you and me against the world, now and forever.” Emotions clog my throat, but as always, Elodie’s soft reply makes everything better.

“I’m yours, Deacon. I don’t care where we are, or what anyone says or thinks. I’m yours.”

“You better believe you are,” I groan, hoist her into my lap, and position my cock at her entrance. Her eyes fly open as the head of my cock stretches her open, sliding into her virgin pussy one powerful stroke.

“Deacon, I want you,” Elodie purrs, her eyes fixed on mine with a drowsy look of lust. “Make me yours, baby.”

Those are the only words I need. I wrap her legs around my hips, roll her onto her back, and thrust into her velvet walls. Her tight pussy clenches around my shaft, simultaneously threatening to push me out and holding me in place until the slow friction helps her give way.

“Big. So big, baby,” Elodie moans and winds her arms around my neck, clinging to me and trusting me to take care of her.

There’s no other job so important as treating her right, protecting her from harm, and ensuring she always feels like the goddess she was born to be.

I lean in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss, murmuring sweet words, and aiming to divert her attention while my throbbing cock thrusts all the way into her virgin pussy. She gasps with surprise, then wraps her thighs tighter around me, spreading her legs and meeting each plunge halfway.

“I need to make you feel good. Your man needs to know he’s worthy of you." The words leave me in pants as her slick channel pulls me in deeper. She is so fucking wet with arousal, I easily slide in and out, in and out, stretching her tight walls until I’m buried to the hilt, struggling to keep going when all I want to do is fill this sweet pussy with my cum.

“It’s so good, Deacon. You feel so good.” Elodie rolls her hips and grinds her pussy into my cock, taking all I can give. Her body was made for me. We fit perfectly together. We move together, desperate to connect and seal our lives forever.

“I’m going to come inside you, little girl. I’m going to mark you over and over, filling your pussy, covering your skin with my scent, and making sure you never forget you belong to me,” I grunt, thrusting harder, watching my cock piston in and out of her quivering pussy, dripping with so much arousal, it coats her thighs.

“Yes! Yes! Oh God! Fuck me, Deacon…” Elodie explodes in a fiery climax that steals the air from her lungs. She gasps and clings tightly to me, jerking her hips in rapid-fire convulsions as her cries fill the room. Her body shudders, trembling with aftershocks as her pussy pulses around my shaft, milking me until my thrusting cock fills her to the brim.

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