Page 90 of When You Saved Me

“Hmm.” Narrowing my eyes on her, I reached for her hand and lifted her wrist to my mouth, pressing my lips just over her pulse. “Here?”

Lust filled her gaze as she shook her head.

“I think we need to go lower then.” Kneeling in front of her, I lifted the pale pink sweater she wore revealing the edges of her scar. I kissed the raised skin, no longer feeling the heavy weight of guilt bear down on me at the sight of it.

“What about now?”

She leaned back on her hands and said, “Just a little lower handsome and you’ve got a deal.”

I huffed a breath. “Oh, I think I can manage that. Lift your hips for me, beautiful.” She did as she was told, and I made quick work of her jeans button and zipper before sliding her pants down to her ankles.

A lace baby blue thong was the only thing standing between me and her sweetness. “Always wearing the prettiest things for me.” I ran my thumbs along the edge of the lace.

Her legs’ grip on my waist tightened. “Stop teasing me, Grumps and give me what I want.”

“Feeling feisty, are we?” I cocked a brow at her.

“Only when my man denies me pleasure.”

I nipped at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, and she yelped. “Oh, there’s no denying here, Sunshine. You might want to hold tight onto the edge of the counter.”

I watched as she laid all the way down on the counter andraised her arms above her head so she could grip the edge behind her.

“That’s my girl,” I whispered against the tiny triangle of fabric covering her sex. Hooking my finger into the side, I ran the fabric back and forth over her clit. As her head tilted back and she released a moan, I knew the friction was just enough to get her riled up.

“I love seeing you come undone for me, baby girl. Love watching your pretty little lips part so I can hear your breathy moans. Fuck. It makes my cock so damn hard.”

“Never mind,” she breathed. “No kisses. Just you.”

“Already begging for it.” I leaned over the counter and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, then released it. “You know what that does to me.”

The blue of her eyes were glassy with lust. “Please, Deacon. I want you to fuck me.”

Leaning my head back until the ceiling came into view, I damn near came in my pants just from the sound of her sultry plea.

Straightening, I unclasped my belt buckle and had my pants undone faster than ever before. My cock felt heavy as I released it from my boxers, and I saw Charlie glancing down at me.

Her tongue darted between her lips. It demolished the last thread of control I had. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside of her until the only thing I could feel was her body surrounding mine.

I slipped her thong down her legs, letting them fall to the floor. Running my thumb over her pink clit, I said, “I’mgoing to make you come so hard. I want to hear you scream my fucking name. Do you understand?”

The corners of her mouth tilted upward as she nodded. Taking my length in my hand, I slapped the tip against her pussy.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want your cock. I want you to fuck me hard, baby.”

It was all I needed to hear as I lined myself up at her entrance, then slid my hands over her breasts and slammed into her.

She cried out. Her lips forming that perfect little o that I loved so damn much.

“Hold on,” I coaxed, seeing that her hands had slipped from the counter.

Once she had the edge gripped again, I pulled all the way out, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock. Then I pushed into her, nearly making myself see stars as she contracted against me.

“Deacon!”

“I know, baby girl. It’s. So. Fucking. Good.”

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