Page 89 of The Promise Of Rain
Cheeks flaming, I did as he asked.
“Very good, sweetheart,” he praised.“Wrap your hand around my cock.”
The red, swollen head of his cock wept for my attention.
Every part of me wanted to lean forward, eliminate the tiny space between us, and lick that glossy drop off its tip.
Instead, I drew in a steadying breath.Bracing one hand against his hard thigh, I wrapped my fingers around his hard length and lifted my chin to look into his eyes.
He hissed, his hips jerking forward just once, then he settled back onto his heels.“Are you still with me, baby?”
I nodded.“I’m with you.”
“We can stop at any time.I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or scared.As soon as you are, you tell me.I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.”
“I’m not scared of this, Deacon.Take me where you want to take me.”
His cock pulsed in my hand as he released a shaky exhale.
“Okay, baby, stroke.Nice and light.I’m not interested in coming yet and after tasting you, I’m really fucking close.”
Finally, I had him in my hand, stroking up and down his length, and I couldn’t look away from his face.
Mesmerized by the light in his eyes.
The twitching muscle in his jaw.
The firm set of his beautiful mouth.
“Harder, baby.Up over the head and back down.”
He groaned as I complied and wrapped his hand over mine.
Reaching down, he tangled his other hand in my hair.“Pinch your nipple.”
I blinked, losing my rhythm for a moment.
His hand over mine tightened.“Nipple, baby.”
I tore my hand away from his hard thigh and cupped my bare breast before taking my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Watching his face, I pinched.
Hard.
He hissed, his hips jerking forward.
Reaching down, he cupped my jaw and held me in place as his grip over my hand tightened and he jerked harder.
His dark eyes dropped to my chest, a grunt of satisfaction breaking from his lips as the first hot spurt of come hit my chest.
Hips jerking, his grip on my jaw relentless, he painted my breasts.
Marking me.
Making me his.
My whole body began to shake.
