“I need it, Deacon. A big, fat cock inside me. You going to give it to me, baby? Going to fuck me really hard?” She sounded like a cheap 1-900 operator, and she would have laughed at herself if she hadn’t seen how she aroused him.
How pathetic that even after being warned to beware the player, Solene taunted him into having sex with her. Again, she tried to rationalize that she could use him instead of being the one on the receiving end. Yet as he stalked her, dragging her hips back and bending her forward with a hand at the center of her back, she could think of nothing but taking him inside her. And, typical Solene, as much as she wanted to keep this on the physical level, she felt so much more for Deacon Shaw.
“Yeah, baby. You need to get fucked.” He prodded her ass cheeks wider and settled his cock at her anus. “A deep, hard ass-reaming.”
She started. “Uh, I don’t think so.”
“You’re right. First I need to take the edge off.” He positioned himself at her pussy and shoved.
The tight fit stole her breath and made him groan. Bent over, she could do no more than accept him as he took her in deep, strong thrusts that grew faster and rougher.
“Fucking you, baby. You good? You need my big dick?” He reached around and fingered her clit while he rode her. “You’re hard too, aren’t you? God, your pussy is hot. Suck me deeper. Come on. Hold me,” he rasped, grinding into her.
The pressure set her off, the feel of him buried in her, controlling her while he hammered harder, lighting her fuse. She came without meaning to, her entire body throbbing as she clamped down on him and keened.
Deacon let go of her clit and gripped her hips, pulling her back into him before he withdrew and pushed against her anus. He slid the head of his dick inside her and groaned, the sensation full and not comfortable, but not painful either.
He shuddered and stopped moving, his hands on her hips bruising. But the little groans and grunts as he emptied into her ass pleased her to no end. She might have lost control, but so had he.
When he finally withdrew, she felt strange. As if they’d had angry sex that wasn’t exactly angry. But she didn’t know what it was.
“So, is this a sign you love me?”
She slowly straightened, feeling him pressed against her back. His hand went around her belly, holding her close. “Love you?” she whispered.
“You know, because you let me ass-fuck you.”
She was reminded of their teasing conversation the last time they’d been in bed together. “That’s an ass-fucking?”
He nipped at the crook of her neck. “Man, I love when you swear. You’re so pretty, but that mouth is so foul.”
She chuckled despite herself.
“Nah, that was just a prelude. I gotta get all lubed up for when you let me own that ass.” He slid his hands between them and gripped her buttocks, then gently rounded to her front. He toyed with the strip of hair over her mound and fingered her folds, spreading her legs wider.
“Deacon? Quit playing with me.”
“Why? You’re like my own personal doll.”
“Not even a little bit,” she said through gritted teeth, aroused yet annoyed.
“Sure you are. You know, since I’musingyou and all.” He no longer sounded pleased. “Where the fuck did you come up with that?”
“Tattoo chick mentioned it, remember?”
“Tattoo…? Oh, Sue. She’s an ex-contractor type. A real piece of work.”
“An old flame of yours?”
He shoved a finger inside her, and the angry invasion should have turned her off. Instead, she wanted to beg for more. After a few pumps, he removed it and spun her around, then pushed her back against the cold, hard tile and put his finger inside her again.
“Don’t be jealous of Sue.” He watched her while he stroked in and out.
“I’m not,” she gasped, trying not to groan as he hit that special place inside her.
“Yeah, you are,” he murmured against her ear. “But it’s hot. You want me? Well, I sure the hell want you. In you. Here.” He added a second finger before taking both away. He slid his finger toward her ass. “Here.” Then he kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth before pulling back. “And here.”
She glanced down to see him half-hard. “Again?”
