Page 75 of Rise By Sin

“I have a sweet tooth. It’ a thing!” I cried.

“Just settle in and pick out a movie. I’ll handle the snacks, trouble maker,” he told me with a firm stare he couldn’t hold before he started chuckling at me.

“Fine, but no dammed veggie sticks!” I warned as I flopped down onto the sectional directly opposite the TV and started searching throughNetflixfor a movie we could watch. “Oh, this sofa, Deak! It’s like a cloud,” I cried as I lifted my legs and laid across the hugely wide, buttery soft leather.

“I know. I bought the biggest one I could find. It’s even wide enough for me to fall asleep on and not roll right off again,” he laughed as he appeared with two huge platters, one laden with candy, cookies, and everything I needed to induce a sugar coma. The other was his. It had some crackers, salami, and meat, and veg sticks. I just turned my nose up at it as he set down. “Don’t worry my sugar fueled beauty, that one is for me. Do you have enough junk on yours?” he asked, smothering a grin.

“For now,” I agreed with a wink that made him chuckle. I loved the deep timbre of his laugh.

He placed down a beer each too, then he turned and scoped me up, holding against him as he got settled on the sofa, then set me between his legs so I could lie back against him, and I did, sighing in comfort. “This feels so good,” I admitted as I snuggled my side into him and relaxed even more.

“It does,” he agreed. “Did you pick a movie for us to watch?” he asked as his arm looped around my waist and held me there securely.

I tried to focus as I pushed play om the action movie I’d chosen for us to watch, but it proved almost impossible when I was surrounded by so much maleness. Deacon not only felt amazing wrapped around me as he was, but he smelled amazing too, and when he started to run his hand up and down my thigh in a soothing rhythm my insides set alight and need coiled tightly at my core. I wanted him. That was all I could think. I hadn’t eaten a thing or drank even a sip. My body was on fire and holding myself still was becoming impossible. All I needed in that moment was for him to stop being such a gentleman for once.

“Deak,” I uttered as I moved enough to meet his eyes.

“What’s up, honey? You need to move around? Is your back hurting?” he fussed as he paused the movie.

“Oh, I’m in pain,” I told him. “But it’s not my back.” Before he could question me further I moved up onto my knees and straddled one of his huge thighs.

“Ava?”

“I feel too good in your arms, Deacon. You make me want more. Will you give me what I need, please?” I asked breathily.

“Like I could deny you anything when you ask so sweetly.” His lips crashed down over mine and he kissed me hard and fast, his arms wrapping around me enough that when he stood, he kept me in his arms and our intense kiss never broke. He carried me through the lounge and down a hall that I knew led to his room. I didn’t even bother to look around me as we walked through alarge set of double doors, my hands already too busy undoing the buttons on his Henley.

My ass hit a soft mattress and I instantly started working to get off my own clothes, stripping away first my jacket, then pushing the straps of my dress over my shoulders to wiggle it down my body. I was relieved when I looked up and Deacon was doing that same. When he got down to just his boxer briefs and looked to me a little unsure, I unsnapped my bra and tossed it aside with a come hither smile. I wasn’t shy or nervous, or anything but horny and hell and desperate to feel Deacon inside of me.

Finally he shucked his boxers, but before I got a good look he was leaning over the bed and over me, stalking after me as I scooted up the bed so I lay in the center. As soon as Deacon was close enough I caught his stubbled cheeks between my hands and pulled him in close, kissing him even more ferociously than we had been before.

“You’re sure?” he gasped between kisses.

“Don’t I seem pretty sure?” I asked teasingly.

“You say stop, and everything stops, yeah?”

“Okay,” I agreed before I smashed my lips over his again. “And what if I say go?” I asked breathlessly after I came back up for air.

“Trust me, I’m already to go.” He smiled devilishly. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in closer, my smile only spreading when he kissed me again, but this time slower, and almost possessively. I was writhing between him, my thighs pressed together with the desperate need for some friction and relief between my legs.

My entire body was alive and so sensitive. A deep moan escaped my lips as I felt the slight covering of hair on his chest brush against my nipples.

“Deak!” I gasped. “I need you.”

“Right here, honey,” he said as he slid his huge hand down my pale body and right into my underwear. He pushed a thick finger inside of me and I cringed at the sound it made. “So ready for me,” he uttered as he looked to me with a look filled with heat.

He pushed another finger inside of me, and with just a couple of flicks of his thumb over my clit I was gasping as my orgasm crashed through me all at once, so strong and sudden it stole my breath from me. Finally a moan found it’s way out of my mouth and as I opened my eyes and looked up I found Deacon leant up on his elbow, just watching me.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. I blushed under his close perusal, but I felt too euphoric to feel embarrassed. He pulled his hand from my panties and made short work of sliding them down my legs.

“You still okay with this?” he asked me as he knelt on the bed beside me and leaned over to the drawer in his fancy wall mounted night stand.

“So much more than okay. I want this Deacon. I want you,” I panted as I reached for his face, cupped his cheek, and pulled him close enough to gently kiss his lips.

His hand smoothed a path down my body as he moved his body over mine, caging me in. He started kissing my neck and down my chest to my breasts, teasing me and driving my need higher and higher.

“Deacon, please!” I cried.

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