Page 49 of The Sweet Spot

This woman who can’t possibly understand what she just gave me.

Brynn pulls her mouth away, panting as her nails score my skin, branding me, and fuck that’s a turn-on. I want her brand. She drags her tongue down the column of my neck and over my pulse as she reaches down and unbuckles my belt and pants.

“Brynn...” I warn as my last fraying strand of restraint threatens to finally snap.

She presses her lips to my chest, just over my heart, then pushes me back and slips off the bed to her knees, dragging my zipper down.

Damn... the wicked smile kissing her lips is fucking gorgeous.

“You gonna be a good girl and take my dick out, wife?”

Her eyes widen, and she cocks her head to the side, regarding me. “Is that a question or a command, husband?” Her long lashes flutter, and swear to God, a man could forget his own name looking at Brynlee St. James on her knees. “Because I kinda like it when you get controlling, but I think I want to see you lose control even more.”

“You haven’t seen controlling yet, Brynlee.”

She smiles so fucking sweetly, I almost miss the pink that floods her cheeks.

With shaking hands, she shoves my boxer briefs down and tries to wrap her fist around my dick.

And when she finally drags her tongue from the base of my cock up to the tip, I give in to the urge I’ve had since that very first night on the beach and wrap her soft, strawberry-blonde hair around my fist and tug.

Brynn moans, and something cracks in my chest. I fucking love that sound.

My spine snaps tight when those pretty pink lips wrap around my cock. Her eyes water, and she hums deep in her chest, then swallows me down her throat, and I’m fucking done for.

This gorgeous woman on her knees is going to be my undoing.

“Brynn...” I growl when my dick hits the back of her throat. “Fuck, baby.”

I lift her up and swallow her protest as I lie her on the bed and climb between her legs, fucking desperate for her. “Condom?” I ask with one shaky word, every inch of me strung tight.

“I wasn’t done,” she pouts.

“Brynlee—” I warn, any semblance of control gone. Shredded at her feet.

“No.” She wraps her legs around my waist and drags her nails down my back. “No condom.” A hum builds deep in her throat as she arches her back and rubs her chest against mine.

This woman was made for me. Every soft curve fits perfectly against the hard planes of my body.

Fucking perfect.

Fucking mine.

“Please... Deacon.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and her tongue meets mine, stroke for stroke. Begging for more with each shaky breath.

I roll us so Brynn straddles me. Her red hair spills softly around pale shoulders tinged pink from a hint of sun. She trembles above me when I drag my tongue along one of her flawless fucking tits—perfect handfuls with pretty pink nipples begging to be sucked.

Her green eyes sparkle as she lifts up on her knees and fists one hand around my cock. She fits me against her hot, wet pussy, then lowers herself down. Slowly. Teasing us both. Taking me inch by slower inch into her tight cunt until I’m filling her completely.

She moans and presses one palm against my chest for leverage as she watches us.

Watches me as I slide inside her.

So fucking tight.

So fucking hot.

I slide my hands over her thighs, my fingertips biting into her soft skin. “You take my cock like such a good girl. Now show me how much you like it, baby.”

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