Page 42 of Unchained
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Deacon.”
“Who are you? That was a fucking lie about your mother keeping you from Jorge Arroyo. He even your father?” I looked back at her. “Your fucking voice sounds just like a woman.”
“I am a woman, except for my one part.” She held her breasts. “I have these, and you didn’t seem to mind.” She tilted her head and playfully twirled her hair. “And you certainly didn’t mind kissing me or squeezing my ass. And believe me, I saw the way you looked at me when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.”
“What the fuck?” having nowhere else to go, I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Fuck.”
“It’s not that bad. Quit being so damn dramatic.” Veronica joined me on the bed, resting her head on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling as well. “I told you not to start something you couldn’t finish.”
“I didn’t know what the fuck I was starting.” I scooted away, hanging on the edge of the bed. “You fucking played me like a fine-tuned guitar.”
“You need to finish what we started,” she said. “We had a deal.”
“You’re joking, right?’
“Not at all.” She turned on her side and then laid her hand on my chest. I froze, but my dick grew. “You’re getting hard again.”
“I want to know who you are.”
Veronica gently caressed my stomach, her hand moving dangerously close to my erection that I was trying to lose. “That will come in time. I absolutely give you my word.”
Her hand wrapped around my cock. I took a deep breath but didn’t move. I didn’t make eye contact. I didn’t return the favor. Instead, I let her do what she was going to do with or without my permission. It was pretty obvious why she said she knew what men liked.
“This okay?” she asked. She moved her hand seductively up and down my cock. “I will stop if you like.”
“You trapped me,” I replied softly. “Playing games. I see now why people in Key West tried to warn me.” I finally turned my head and looked at her. “All those who attended your orgy, they know about you?”
“Most of them do.” She rotated her hand as she went up and down. “About half of those who were there were guests and had no idea.”
Her eyes darkened. She, he, or whatever it was, was full of beauty. I could see why I had been attracted to her. “I’m guessing if I get up and walk out right now, you will forever keep the information about Suzanne to yourself?”
Veronica shrugged, and a look of indifference crossed her face. “I don’t think you want to leave. I think you kind of like whatI’m doing.” She moved her lips to mine, testing me. Will he continue, or will he get up and storm out.
At first, the kiss was awkward, my mouth closed. Her lips were softer than they should have been, luscious and sweet. Wetness crossed my lips, and my cock responded with a deep throb. I told myself to stop. I told myself this was way beyond the line I’d set long ago. But Veronica was both sexy and erotic, the perversion of her an aphrodisiac I hungrily had to have.
I opened my mouth to hers and started toward the infernal point of no return. Our tongues met, saliva passing slowly, erotically between us. I moved my fingers through her soft hair, pressing my mouth harder into hers, moaning together, her cock pressing ridiculously hard against mine.
I reached between us, knowing I was dangerously close, close to the most licentious thing I’d ever done.
My leg went between Veronica’s, and we were suddenly a raw, entangled mess. She reached between us and grabbed my cock, stroking me slowly, elation building in my soul.
We rolled back and forth in the bed, groping, exploring, hands and mouths never stopping. And then it happened.
The next time we rolled, Veronica rolled me onto my stomach and pinned me to the bed. I didn’t know, but I knew what was about to happen. She was heading toward the very thing she’d wanted since the night she picked me up in the alley.
“Relax, Deacon,” she whispered in my ear. “Relax and give yourself to me.”
I felt something wet between my ass cheeks—her fingers. A finger entered me, and I writhed on the bed, my balls and cock ready to explode.
I moved my hands above my face and relaxed. It was too late to turn back. We were here, and it was going to happen.
The head of Veronica’s dick pressed gently against my asshole. I thought she would have just brutally impaled me, but that wasn’t it at all. “A little at a time,” she said, amorously. “First, the head.”
And just then, my wet ass opened to her.
I forced myself to relax. “Okay,” I said, not knowing why I said it.
“A little more,” she whispered, her breath warm and sensual against my ear.
