Page 12 of Who I Crave To Be

My lips part, deep throating the heated barrel as I clean my juices from his weapon.

I won’t be afraid.Because I won't die tonight.I’ll become something strange and beautiful instead.This is something so dirty and taboo.Something foreign and different yet it makes me feel a core sinking kind of elation.I never understood what men found so attractive about the filthiest and unsavory kinds of porn most men seem to be drawn to.And now I do.

It’s about control and power.It’s about mastering something so incredibly hard and difficult.A physical restraint on your body and your pleasures.

Something too hard to accumulate but knowing you have, doesn't make you so afraid of the things you think can only ever bring pain.

The red flags should have dropped more than once, but instead of being afraid of him and this night, I find myself wanting more.More of the danger, more of the freeing feeling that comes once the rush passes and you know you made it out alive.

Gathering my hair in my hands, I toss it over my left shoulder.Reaching across the console to free Deano from his slacks.He smirks, raising an eyebrow as the thickest, veiniest, largest cock I’ve ever seen springs free.I’m burning alive, an addict in withdrawals as I waste no time taking his throbbing member in my mouth.I extend my tongue, caressing the undershaft of his cock as I bob up and down, allowing him to glide down my throat with little restriction.

“Holy fuck, baby girl,” he hisses, rocking his hips to meet my mouth as he fucks my warmth with vigor.“That’s it, swallow my cock like a good girl.Swallow me fucking whole, baby.”

Hands pull at the strands of my hair, guiding my head until everything within him tenses.I peek up at him through thick lashes, refusing to break eye contact as his jaw ticks and his eyes become frantic.

The mood changes in tune with the shadows that conceal us as the moment becomes intimate, lost within one another's gaze.

With one final thrust, he buries himself into the back of my throat and stays there, filling me with his cum that I swallow around his girth making him cuss once again.“Fuck!That’s it, baby girl.That’s it my sinful fucking queen!Suck me dry, baby, because I can’t wait anymore.Once I tie you to my bed, I won’t stop until you’re begging for mercy.”

Deano makes quick work of driving us to his home.It’s nothing like I expected. A beautiful two-story house.A fancy, yet simple red brick home that sits on the end of a residential, suburban looking street.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s huge.

But sonormal.

It’s further away from the rest, offering a lot more privacy and land but it’s so homey and so fucking beautiful, I’m left a little stunned at the understated magnificence.

There are lights placed around the property which glow a warm yellow and I’m left smiling at how wonderful and homey the whole place feels because of it.

It obviously screams someone of wealth, but also someone who appreciates the simple things in life.The understated beauty of simplicity.

Everything he has told me tonight about wishing for nothing but a quiet life translates into the place where he chooses to live.If I thought the outside was welcoming it’s nothing compared to the tour he gives me of a well-kept, cozy home with a hearty fireplace and a reading alcove right beside it.I feel like I could live here and never tire of the energy it emanates.

“Do you need anything?Something to drink?” he asks as we stop at the bottom of the stairs.

I shake my head and take his hand in mine, knowing the seconds are fleeting “Only you, Deano.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, beautiful.”

He leads me to a large bedroom.The whole space has low light and a brooding mood.There’s a brown feature wall behind his king size, black leather bed.A huge canvas of a massive stallion running free above it.Plush gray rugs and darker gray comforters.It’s masculine and restful.He even has another reading alcove by the large bay windows filled with books.

“You read?”I ask, itching to run my fingers over the spines.

He turns to stare at me with a soft smile.“You don’t?”

I do.Truth is, I’m a massive reader.My need to be someone else doesn’t just sit heavy in my chest without freedom, I use novels to help manage my everyday life.Through them, I’ve become a thousand people and lived a thousand lives, each better than the last.

It’s my freedom.My escape.My haven.

“I do.I love to read.”I admit, as he stalks towards me until the back of my knees hit the bed.

“Good, when we’re done, and this time you squirt all over my cock, you can read to me,” he rasps those sinfully filthy words as they slither over my skin like a soft caress.He knocks me backward until I’m flat on my back and he follows me down.My legs part as he settles himself between my thighs and thrusts his hips until his hardened steel glides against my bare pussy.“The weekend has only just begun, naughty girl.Are you ready for it?”

“Born ready” I breathe.

“No, love.Born to be free,” Deano trails hot kisses down my throat as I arch my back and bare myself to him.“Born to be worshiped.”

I’m content in this moment, all thoughts silenced as I listen to the way my body purrs for his touch.The night has been long, I’ve ridden his fingers three times.Danced on his tongue and been fucked by his gun, yet I never want to night to end.I’m too impatient to wait, needing him to fill the emptiness within me.I’ve never desired someone as much as I desire him.

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