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She wiggled her ass, showing me how ready she was. Lining myself up at her entrance, I nudged her with the head of my cock.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she crooned, eyelids already growing heavy as she looked at me over her shoulder.

With my free hand, I gripped her ass and slid into her slowly. She was so warm and tight, I had to control myself from pounding into her. We’d had our fun last night, but this time I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to feel every part of her.

Her head dipped as she cried out right when I made the final inch and buried myself completely inside of her.

“Ah, so fucking good,” I groaned, nestling even deeper. With my feet, I pushed hers into a wider stance until she was completely open to me, then I slipped my hand between our thighs and rubbed her clit as I pulled out of her all the way.

When I sank back into her, her legs started to quiver. I loved making her feel like this. Loved seeing her wild side come out.

My fingers slipped over her wet clit as she started to back into me. “Deeper, Deacon. I need you deeper.”

A loud smack of her ass hitting my pelvis resounded around us as I slammed into her. When she cried out, I knew I’d hit her spot. “Yes, don’t stop. Please.”

Matching her desperate rhythm, I pounded into her. Her pussy clenched around my cock, tightening so hard around me I could tell I was getting her right where I wanted her to be. Delirious from the pleasure I gave her.

Charlie challenged my manhood with her delectable sweetness. I’d always prided myself in being able to last, but when it came to fucking her…it was hard to keep my grip.

A wild frenzy took hold of me as I let go of her wrists and dug my fingers into her luscious hips. Our labored breaths synced together as I slammed my cock into her over and over again, so fucking hard the couch started to inch forward.

“Deacon, I’m coming. I’m coming!” she panted before letting out a wild scream that had my balls cinching upward.

“Fuck!” I pulled out of her and stroked my shaft twicebefore my release sprayed over her pert ass. I caught her smiling at me as she wiggled her butt again.

Those blue eyes watched as I pumped my cock, the final bits of my release seeping over my hand.

She licked her lips, eyes dipping to my cock. “I can’t wait to see what part of me you’ll claim next.”

I snorted. “You might need to give me a few minutes first.”

“Oh?” She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out as I picked up my sweatpants and wiped her clean. “I thought you were supposed to show me what you’re made of.”

There she was again. My little sex vixen who liked to push me to the teetering edge of my limits.

Charlie turned around so she was facing me again. I stepped into her space, snaking my hand around the base of her neck then I ran my thumb along the edge of her bottom lip. The one she’d used to guilt me into fucking her only a second ago.

“I might need a moment, but there’s no way I’m done with you yet, baby girl,” I said before kneeling in front of her and claiming her sex with my mouth.

I spent the next hour ravishing her body until she could hardly keep her eyes open. All I could think to myself was that I’d never tire of this. Never tire ofher.

Chapter 19

Charlie

Droplets of water dripped down my back as I wrapped the light blue towel around me. Deacon and I had gone at it all morning and despite the growing soreness between my legs, my body still craved to be touched by him.Wantedby him.

I bit my lip thinking back to how he bent me over his couch and fucked me so hard I thought we were going to break the furniture.

It was good for him. Physical touch. Before we’d started our escapades this morning, I saw him retreat inward. I noticed the faraway look in his eyes that told me he was slipping away. I understood that if there was a chance for this to be real…a chance for us to make it past the snow melting, that I would have to keep him with me and fight against the fear that I now knew took hold of him.

Emotion lodged in my throat as I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was glowing even though it was the middle of winter and there was a brightness to my eyes I’d neverseen before. Deacon had left his mark on me, and I was all the better for it.

He was becoming my safe haven. The one I wish I’d had back then, when I had to be strong for everyone else even though the only thing I wanted to do was break down. Deacon was the person I could be all versions of myself with and the thought of all that going away once the snow melted, and we were forced to face the reality of the connection we had was starting to scare me.

I didn’t get scared often.

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