Page 65 of Beautiful Broken Love

Deke came back down for more, slipping his tongue between my lips and eliciting another moan from me. He pushed the hem of my dress farther up to reveal my panties, then glanced down at them. They were black with a white lace trim.

“Fuck,” he rumbled as he pressed himself deeper into me. He was rock hard already, thrusting himself against me. Every shift of his hips caused the friction to build and made me ache.

I circled my arms around the back of his neck and let him lay kisses on the hollow of my throat. He sucked on the soft flesh at the bend of my neck, then said, “I wanna fuck you so bad right now, Davina,” as he pressed the ridge of his dick harder on me. He ground his hips up and down, groaning as he carried his mouth back up to mine and claimed my lips.

This moment was overwhelming in the best way possible. I could feel Dekeeverywhere—the heat of his breath caressing my cheek when our lips parted, the softness of his full lips as they covered mine. His hips kept grinding so the bulge of his dick could rub against my clit, and I swear I was about to come from the friction alone.

I hated that his jeans and my panties were in the way but was also glad, because if they weren’t, we’d have been fucking like horny teenagers on this canopy.

Just when I felt I was about to roll into an orgasm, Deke snatched his lips away and murmured, “Stay just like that.”

He climbed down my body until his face was between my legs, then he tucked a finger beneath my panties to tug at one side of them.

It was that action alone that made me freeze. But when he said, “I need to taste you,” I sat up.

“Wait,” I breathed, pushing his hand away from my panties.

“What?” he said just as breathily. His eyes swiveled up to mine, glossy and confused as he pulled his hand away. “What’s up?”

“I, um ... I haven’t done any upkeep downtherein a while.” Three whole weeks to be exact. I used to get a full bikini wax every month, back when Lew was healthy and our sex life was thriving, but lately I’d been resorting to shaving to make ends meet, and I hadn’t even done that. I didn’t need to, really. Who was I shaving for? No one was going to see what was down there, whether it was bare or a full-blown bush.

But now, someonewasgoing to see, and that someone just so happened to be one of the most famous basketball players in the world. That didn’t feel right. If I were to ever doanythingsexual with Deke Bishop, I needed to be ready for it in all ways.

Deke still appeared confused as he looked from my eyes to my panties. “What are you talking about?”

“I haven’t shaved or waxed in a while,” I finally said. “I’ve just been so busy with work, and I mean, I’ve been keeping to myself really, so there was no need to—”

“Wait, wait.” Deke huffed a laugh as he briefly closed his eyes to let it all register. When he opened them again, he asked, “Do youreallythink I care about that, D?”

I blinked down at him, unsure what to say.

“Let me put it to you this way,” he said, hooking that same finger beneath my panties again. He tugged one side down, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as he used that same finger to do the other. “I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment I walked into your office and saw you in those tight peach pants.” He dragged my panties downand removed them with so much ease I was positive he’d performed this action many, many times before. “And I promise you, not a single hair on your body is gonna stop me from eating this pussy.”

I shuddered a breath as he spread my legs farther apart and settled his head between them. He peered up at me with hungry, heated eyes, then dragged his tongue over his full lips.

“Now make me a happy man right now, and feed me.”

THIRTY-FIVE

DEKE

This moment with Davina was a motherfuckingdream.

Here she was—this woman I’d been wanting for months, lying right here with her pussy in my face and her hand on top of my head.

She smelled good, vanilla perfume mixing with her natural feminine scent. She was worried about some hair, but that didn’t bother me a damn bit.

Who was she kidding? I wanted to bury my tongue in her pussy andconsumethis girl, but I urged myself to do it slowly.

I had to take my time with her and truly satisfy my craving, so I slid my tongue through her other set of lips and pressed in until I found her clit. She pushed out a heavy breath as I gave it a slow, torturous swirl with my tongue.Fuck.I knew she’d taste good.

“Oh ... Deke. Oh my—” She panted as her fingernails dragged over my head. I groaned as I licked, giving her pussy french kisses and then suckling on her sweet spot. All of it riled her up to the point she was breathlessly moaning, and her back arched when I slid my tongueinsideher. I let my tongue fuck her briefly before gliding it back up to the sweet spot that would eventually make her unravel.

“I see you like having your pussy eaten,” I rumbled between licks, and she moaned louder, clutching my head with both her hands.

Oh, I really see now.

She liked being talked to while being eaten. I could roll with that.

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