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Chapter Eight
Apple
I was in trouble. The look in Deacon’s eyes said he was a man on a mission. I was terribly afraid that mission was to get me to give him something I didn’t want to. My heart.
But I couldn’t worry about that right now. The second Deacon lowered his lips to mine again, I knew he was out for blood. He swept inside my mouth like a conquering hero -- or villain -- and made me forget about anything other than hanging on and accepting his dominance. Because only he held the key to the pleasure I knew lay just beyond my reach.
Just when I knew I’d never be able to breathe without his lips on mine, Deacon pushed off me to sit back on his heels, my legs draped over his thighs. He watched me intently as he whipped off his shirt to reveal his ripped, tattooed body. No matter how many times I’d watched him working out shirtless, or gone swimming with him, looking at his rugged body always brought a rush of pleasure.
“Take it off, baby. I want your top and bra off.”
It took his words a moment to kick in from my brain to my body, but the second I processed his gruff demand, I scrambled to comply. Which meant I was proving him right to not like our age difference. There was no way I could ever be the woman he expected me to be. I mean, I’d learn, but that was the problem. Deacon had to be willing to teach me. If he wasn’t, this was already doomed. Which I would not think about! I’d decided I was taking what he offered and living in the moment, so that’s what I was going to do.
I refused to look at his face, to see any kind of displeasure and reached for him once I’d tossed the offending garments overthe side of the bed. Instead, I kept my gaze firmly on his chest. Hopefully, he’d think I was mesmerized by his body -- which wouldn’t exactly be off the mark -- and not question me.
“Christ,” he bit out. “Get your fuckin’ shorts off too.”
I wiggled my shorts over my hips and off my ass, lifting my legs for Deacon to tug them down -- panties and all. He tossed them to the floor, then gripped my thighs and pulled my lower body up with a sharp tug. All I could do was gasp in a breath before letting it out on a scream as his mouth went straight to my pussy andsucked.
My body arched as Deacon’s rough tongue found my clit, licking and swirling around the bundle of nerves with purpose. I reveled in every single sensation, from his unshaven jaw rasping against my vulnerable skin to the feather-light touches of his breath on my folds. Every so often, he licked up along the length of my slit, teasing my clit as it throbbed for him, plumping it with his actions. A guttural groan rumbled in his chest as he suckled on me, a low growling noise that came from deep within him, full of need and desire. His fingers on my legs squeezed tighter, pulling them farther apart until I was fully exposed to his clever mouth, teeth, and tongue. How long had I dreamt about being in this exact position? Too long. Too fucking long.
I tried to push myself farther into his mouth, to rub my clit over his beard but it wasn’t enough. I needed more friction! My hips bucked up and down, begging for penetration as he lapped at my sex. My nails dug into the sheets, the textured cotton soft against my palms. I threw my head back, keeping myself from pleading with him to fuck me as he had promised. To take what he was denying himself so far.
“God! Sweet God!”
“God has very little to do with this, baby.” Deacon looked down at me from between my legs. My weight rested on my shoulders while my knees hooked over his shoulders. If therewas a twinge from my injury, I didn’t mind. Just meant I was alive and in the arms of the man I loved with all my heart. I thrust my hips up and down, needing more. Needing what he was denying us both.
“Why are you waiting?” The question was ripped from me against my will. I wanted all he had to give me, but I wasn’t prepared to beg him. Definitely not this fast. If there was any doubt I’d come to him inexperienced, this was it. I needed to keep my mouth shut. Let him do what he wanted and be happy. Maybe then I could manage to prove I could be what he needed. I’d follow his lead without hesitation and maybe I could convince him I just really enjoyed sex and hope he ignored the possibility I’d come to him a virgin. That was the last thing I wanted him to know.
“Because I’ve waited for this moment for fuckin’ ever. The second I get inside you, it’s fuckin’ over because I will come so fuckin’ hard I’ll never recover.”
I had to study him to determine if he was telling the truth. Which was difficult given the fact he was driving me fucking crazy with his mouth on my pussy. I wanted to believe him, but I just didn’t have enough experience to know for sure. He was sweating, and I thought his hands shook where he held my thighs, but I was trembling so much I couldn’t be sure.
Deacon’s hands roamed over my thighs and ass cheeks possessively, claiming every inch of my skin he touched. Then one hand slid down my torso to cup and squeeze one breast. I cried out at the unexpected pleasure.
“So gentle and dainty,” he murmured. “Exquisite. Never knew a woman could be so fierce yet so delicate.”
“I’m not delicate.” The protest came out breathy so I wasn’t sure if he believed me.
Deacon’s eyes darkened further at my protest, and he pulled away from my aching pussy, giving it one last long lickwith his tongue before he let my legs go. He moved from the bed and kicked off his shoes. Stripping off his jeans and boxers, he stepped out of them. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and taking out a condom before tossing the condom packet to the bed and his clothing and wallet onto a nearby chair. His socks soon followed. His impressive cock bobbed before him, ready to be sheathed in the warmth of my pussy. It was thick and veiny, heavily flushed with pre-cum glistening at the tip. He picked up the condom packet again, tearing it open and rolling it on with practiced ease, never taking his eyes off mine.
“This is your last chance, Apple. You sure you’re ready?”
“I’ve been ready a long time, Deacon.” My voice was a mere thread of sound as I stared at his cock. I wanted it with greedy abandon. Wanted him. Deacon.
He growled low in his throat, a sound that made my stomach flip with excitement. He crawled back on top of me, rubbing my body with his until he settled back in the cradle of my thighs. He gripped my hips firmly and guided his cock to my entrance, teasing me by pushing forward slightly before pulling back again. His tortured expression was both arousing and terrifying, a heady combination that had me writhing under his touch.
“Please…” I whimpered before I could quell the sound. Deacon pushed forward once more, breaching my tight pussy with one slow thrust. There was a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure, shooting through me like fireworks in the sky. I tried not to wince because I knew he’d know I’d never been with a man if I didn’t. I had to make it through this without embarrassing myself. If this was the only time I ever got to be with Deacon, I wanted it to be perfect. Though, I had to admit, if he kept playing my body like he’d been doing, it might be worth the embarrassment.
“Fuck!” Deacon groaned, grabbing onto my hips tighteras he began to move in and out of me, each stroke deeper than the last. The friction was exquisite, but I needed more -- I needed him to take control completely.
“Please,” I begged again, arching up into him as he hit something deep inside of me that sent sparks shooting through my core. He caught me by the waist and slammed into me hard then, claiming me completely with each rough thrust.
Deacon lay fully on top of me, his arms wrapped around me, his hips moving harder and harder as he fucked me like he needed to. My mind felt like it was fracturing. The pleasure was overwhelming and numbing at the same time. It was as if I was on some kind of sensory overload, my body refusing to process anything more.
“Fuck… fuck!” Deacon growled as he looked down into my face. I was sure I just stared at him in awe. How could a man bring so much pleasure to one woman? It was in that moment that I understood exactly what he’d meant when he said I was too damned young for him. No doubt a woman older and more experienced in sex would know what to do in this situation. She could bring him as much pleasure as he brought her and all I could do was lie there while he took me.
That last thought pushed me over the edge of something vast and deep. I’d made myself come before, but it was never like this. Never so all-consuming and wild. I gave a startled cry before the wave crashed over me like a raging torrent.
