Page 142 of Deacon
When he stood upright, chest heaving, eyes on me with need, my pussy convulsed.
Hell, he was magnificent.
His cock, always so perfect, so long, tapered and thick, throbbed against his undulating lower abs.
Heaven help me.
Deacon Vega was one beautiful man, a fact only compounded by the magnificence of his shaft.
My mouth dried at thinking of the pleasure I was about to be subjected to.
He stepped forward, and I fell back onto the mattress.
One knee went on my left, the other to my right, straddling me.
His scent, so uniquely male, musky, clean, and him, washed over me.
His dick bobbed between us, and I reached for it.
Palming his thick, scorching circumference turned me on, and I moaned.
I managed a few more pumps and squeezes before he hissed, wrapped a hand around my wrist, and pinned it to the bed.
‘Don’t want to blow too soon, mama.’
Another convulsion went through my clit and pussy as our eyes met.
He braced one elbow near my shoulder and dipped down.
His breath fanned my face, his broad frame blocking out the skyline, his eyes searching mine with sudden, electric intensity.
‘Ana,’ he whispered, his thumb stroking my bottom lip, his voice dropping into that quiet, gravelly register that always undid me. ‘Tell me we’re good. Right now.’
‘We’re fantastic, D,’ I murmured, one hand tracing the jagged line of ink down his upper arm, the other gliding over his chest. ‘We’re more than good.’
‘You safe?’
‘On the pill.’
With a growl, he hooked the band of my lace underwear and pulled them down my legs.
I kicked them off.
His hands went under my arms, and he dragged me up, walking me up the massive bed until I lay at its center.
‘Hurry,’ I muttered, unable to help myself.
‘Magnificence come to those who wait,’ he taunted, smirking.
I groaned, need surging through me. ‘It’s been fuckin’ too long; you even said it, so have at it.’
His gaze softened for a second before he leaned down and sealed his lips over mine again.
As he ravaged my mouth, his hands went exploring.
He moved his touch from my ear shell to my collarbone, then to my tits, cupping them, plumping them, rolling my left nipple between his fingers.
Squeezing, flicking, and twirling the taut tip, he drove me wild.
