Page 13 of Mr Nice Guy

His heated gaze doesn’t leave my body as I toe off my shoes and peel my jeans and briefs down the rest of the way.

“Fucking hell,” he murmurs, once I’m completely bare.

I quirk a brow at him. “Something wrong.

He shakes his head. “Fuck no.” He just stands there for a moment, his eyes sweeping up and down my naked body in a way I can’t say I hate, before he finally snaps out of his trance and gestures to the bed behind him. “One the bed.”

I hesitate, shaking my head. I can’t do this on the bed. It’s way too intimate. “Not the bed,” I tell him. “Right here. I want you to fuck me so hard against this wall we risk breaking through it.”

A slow grin forms across his face. “I think I can do that.”

He steps back and reaches behind his head to tug his t-shirt off, revealing a hard, muscular chest. I’m curious to know how a kindergarten teacher has the body of an Olympic athlete, but right now the why doesn’t really matter. All I care about is that muscle equals strength. And power. And that’s what I need right now.

He kicks his shoes off and then unfastens his jeans, giving me my first glimpse of his dick as he tugs them down.

My ass clenches at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock. It’s nice and thick, and perfect for what I need tonight. I can already feel some of the tension from the past few days easing with the mere thought of being filled with that bad boy. Let’s hope Deacon knows how to use it.

I give his naked body a quick once-over, but if I’m honest, I’m pretty much indifferent to the sight. It’s not a turn off, but it doesn’t have my mouth watering or my heart racing or anything like that. I’m interested in his fat cock and his hard muscles, because I know they can give me what I need. But that’s as far as it goes.

Not all that surprising considering my general lack of interest in men, but after my strange reaction while he was blowing me I thought there might be something more going on here.

“Like what you see?” he asks with a smirk.

I arch a challenging brow. “Impressive. I hope you know how to use that thing.”

“Don’t worry. I’m well-practiced.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

He lets out a soft laugh and strides over to his nightstand, retrieving the necessary supplies. “Turn around,” he instructs. “Let me see the rest of the view.”

I dutifully turn to face the wall, planting my hands against it and spreading my feet a little.

“Fucking hell,” Deacon murmurs from close behind me. “I’d love to know how you stay in such good shape. This ass is incredible.”

He runs his hand over said ass, slipping his fingers between my cheeks and making me shiver.

“Not exactly top secret information. I work out and take care of myself.” I’ve always been relatively active anyway, but having a new baby in my forties definitely got me to up my game.

“Well I appreciate the effort,” he says wryly. “Can’t wait to get deep inside this gorgeous ass.”

My hole pulses at his words, anticipation buzzing through me. “Then hurry the fuck up and do it,” I growl.

“First thing’s first,” he says, and then I feel a slick finger probing at my entrance.

I groan as he thrusts it inside me, and can’t help pushing back against his hand, needing more. He gives me what what I need, and before I know it, I have three of his thick fingers fucking me, stretching out my hole. And it’s still not nearly enough.

“This is interesting,” he murmurs in my ear, tugging on my earlobe with his teeth while his fingers twist around inside me, the overwhelming sensations making me moan and whimper in desperation. “You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you? Listen to you, moaning like a whore, and I haven’t even put my dick in you yet.”

Fuck. What happened to the nice guy who was blushing and babbling at the bar? And why am I so damned turned on by his filthy words?

I can barely think straight, my cock is aching so desperately. And he’s right; this is just the prep. This is usually the part that I just have to get over with before the actual fun starts. But clearly none of my previous male hook-ups have been doing it right if this is how good it can feel. Right now I just want more of Deacon’s fingers stretching me. Fuck, I could probably take his entire hand, the way things are going.

But the reminder of his dick snaps me out of whatever spell his fingers have me under, and I remember what I really came here for tonight: that hard, fat cock filling me up, and Deacon’s powerful body thrusting deep inside me.

“That’s enough,” I groan. “Just get inside me.”

“That wasn’t a very polite way of asking for something, Mr Grimsay,” he taunts.

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