Page 37 of All My Broken Dreams

“I want to see you.”

Between her legs, she was wet and throbbing. His cock in the flannel boxers pressed hard against her belly. Her lips parted, dropped open to pant.

Still holding her gaze, Deacon’s hands moved from her waist to her bare bottom, cupped the cheeks and squeezed gently. The sandpaper-like tips of his fingers stroked her skin.

Then his hands roamed further down to the backs of her legs, tracing the thigh muscle. Robbie inched her legs a little further apart. Deacon’s fingers explored between her thighs to the sticky fluid that was dripping from her pussy.

His eyes closed and he exhaled a chest deep moan.

Robbie brought her lips almost to his mouth. Her fingers dandled on either side of his face, pricked by the stubble of beard.

“We’ll do everything but,” he said in a low voice. “Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Everything but.”

Unleashed, Deacon caught her face in his hands and crushed her mouth against his.

Chapter Nineteen

Everything but, was almost more than Deacon could handle. Stopping at the critical moment would be like trying to stop an arrow once it had left the bow.

Her body moved in lithe, reed slim, slow motion over his body. They kept their clothes on, thinking it would help cool things down and prevent their libidos from getting out of hand.

The clothing only made it worse. He ached to touch her flesh so badly, that it was all he could think about.

Her mouth was succulent. Plump, erotic, sensually consuming his lips and tongue with disarming eagerness.

Her legs were splayed apart on either side of him and she softly rubbed against his stiff cock. Her pussy was bare. Exposed. Wet. He could smell her heat.

“Let me,” he said when he couldn’t take it anymore. His voice was so thick with lust, it was guttural.

She moved her mouth from his neck and allowed him to gracefully shift her to her back where he lowered his head between her legs.

One flick of his tongue over her clitoris and she cried out. “Oh–what? What?! No one’s ever done that before. I don’t know, Deacon. I’ve never done this before.”

“I’m not experienced either. It’s my first time eating a girl. We’ll find out what it’s like together.”

Deacon ran his moist tongue over the soft, pillowy flesh between her legs. He felt it jiggle and bounce against his tongue and his cock thickened in response.

Blood plumped her sex. Her legs opened wider of their own accord. Deacon lapped at her clit until it was a cherry hard nub and was fascinated by the transformation. He explored this tiny bud of incredible pleasure, silently thrilled by the effect it was having on her.

Robbie’s body arched, bending at her narrow waist. Her hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the muscle. “Oh god, oh god, oh god–oh!”

His cock went wild, expanding to an all time record size. He was so hard, his balls were tight. He was going to be sick if he didn’t ejaculate. He’d have to beat off later when she was asleep.

Her hips lifted. He caught her ass cheeks in his hands, kneading them while he ate her out. It was so fucking insanely erotic, he wasn’t going to stop. He knew he wasn’t going to stop. He was losing his goddamned mind–a reaction this intense and he hadn’t even seen her breasts yet? God help him.

Robbie’s climax filled his mouth with juice that he sucked down his throat, wildly turned on by the taste of her. He nuzzled and kissed the quivering mass, then the soft flesh between her thighs.

“I want more,” she sobbed and laughed at the same time. “I want you inside me. Please, Deacon?”

“I want that too but we can’t. We agreed. This is as far as we can go. It’s too risky. I don’t have a condom and you’re not on the Pill.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

She laughed again and pulled him down on top of her. “Was that really your first time doing that?”

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