Page 49 of Deacon

He doesn’t waste any time setting me on a wooden trunk and pushing between my knees. His mouth grazes below my ear. His hand slides up my waist and cups my breast. My palm comes up, pushing at his chest.

“Deacon, I just came to give you the dog,” I gasp.

“You gave me a boner too,” he murmurs. “Need to fix that before I take you home.”

His mouth is so hot, and it feels so good. I keep pushing but not very hard. He pulls the neckline of my sweater to the side. Teeth and hot tongue graze my shoulder. In my boots, my toes curl.

I need to say no.

I know better than to let this happen again.

“Deacon, please.”

He bites me again. My heart is going fast, unsure what’s happening. He reaches up and takes my face gently in his fingers, turning it to make me look into his eyes.

“What does please mean?” he asks, voice low. “Please stop? Please bend you over and fuck your pussy?”

My eyes widen. He kisses me, inked fingers still firm on my face. My body melts into him, my thighs tightening around his waist. Dimly, I feel him reach between us, and his belt clinks as he undoes it.

I’m in one of my woolen skirts, halfway down to my knees. His mouth moves over mine, giving me his tongue. My ears roar, desiresurging in waves. Roughly, he pushes my skirt up over my hips. This morning, all my tights were dirty, so I put on a pair of winter socks.

He looks down. “Fuck.”

“What?” I gasp.

“Goddamn thigh highs,” he says.

He pushes the front of his pants open and pulls me to the edge of the trunk. My eyes widen as his cock comes free. Has it always been so big? And the piercings on the head fascinate me. Four silver bulbs on each side.

A desperate throb moves through my pussy.

He reaches between us and pushes inside me. I’m soaked, so he slides in, but not without a burning sensation that takes a few thrusts to turn to pleasure. My nails become claws and dig into his upper arms.

Our eyes meet. Fire crackles. I’m either terrified or the most aroused I’ve ever been.

He braces his boot and starts fucking. This is pure animal instinct, like we’ll both die if we don’t do it. I never imagined lust like this was possible. I’m just mindless with him, starving every time he looks at me.

He touches my clit with one hand, rubbing in quick circles with his thumb. The trunk hits the wall. The tack room is filled with the soaked sounds of him rutting into me, again and again, making the ceiling spin overhead.

My orgasm hits, spreading through me like hot water, blossoming from my pussy, washing through my thighs and lower belly.

“Oh God,” I whisper, shuddering hard.

He kisses my open mouth. “That’s right, sweetheart, you come on my cock.”

He gets harder, his pace picks up and his eyelids flicker.

“Pull out,” I gasp.

Too late. He looks me dead in the eyes and comes, jaw gritted. This time, I feel it better than I did last night. He jerks, deep inside. His lids flicker as he lets out a low moan. Then, he goes still, breathing hard.

I want to tell him he can’t just do that, but no words come.

“You want something to eat?” he asks.

“What?”

He pulls out of me and puts his cock back in his pants, fastening his belt. Then, he puts my panties over my pussy, covered in his cum, and lifts me to pat my skirt back down. The world spins. I grip his arm.

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