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Chapter Eleven
Deacon
My phone buzzed where it lay in my jeans pocket on the floor, but I ignored it. I was not starting this second chance I’d been given by making that mistake. Instead, I pulled Apple into my arms and kissed her again.
The feel of her tits mashed against my chest was exquisite. She rubbed herself back and forth slightly, as if unsure what she was feeling, then she shuddered as she moaned in pleasure.
“Christ, Deacon! Your chest hair over my nipples…”
“Yeah? You like that?” I nibbled at her earlobe. “’Cause I bet my beard scrapin’ those pouty nipples would feel just as good.” She let out a startled cry and her whole body stiffened and she broke out into a full body sweat. “You like me talkin’ dirty to you?”
“I love everything you do to me, Deacon. Since the very first time you ever held my hand.” She sounded so young and sweet. Innocent.
Her responses were enthusiastic, always meeting my passion with a fire that only she could ignite within me. I thought her innocence was what made her so eager to explore. Everything was new to her. She hadn’t told me, but I’d known the first time we had sex she’d been a virgin. Maybe not in the technical sense -- women could find alternate means of taking care of that issue if they wanted -- but I’d bet my life she’d never had sex with another man. Might not have even kissed anyone but me. I wasn’t stupid enough to point that out, though.
That was a conversation for another day. You know.AfterI’d had time to come up with a phrasing that didn’t soundlike I thought she was too inexperienced. Right now, the only thing that mattered was Apple, here in this rather austere room, guiding me toward the bed with an impish tug at her lips. Her fingers were warm against mine, her grip firm and promising.
As we approached the bed, she turned and pushed me gently until my knees hit the edge, causing me to sit. She stood between my legs, her hands finding my shoulders to steady herself as she leaned down to kiss me again. The urgency of the moment engulfed us, a fire kindling with every touch and whispered word.
Which was the moment she chose to kneel between my thighs. I nearly shot my load to the ceiling at the sight.
“You really are gonna give me head?”
“Would have the last time if you hadn’t been such a bastard.” I could see the hurt in her eyes even if she did give me a coquettish grin.
“Show me what I would have gotten if I’d been a good boy.” My raspy growl was a direct contrast to my words but I could tell she loved it all. Her skin where she rested her arms on my thighs as she reached for my cock was damp and sticky with sweat. I wanted to collect the moisture by running my tongue over every sweet inch.
Without another word, without ever taking her bright, blue gaze from mine, she lowered her mouth over the head of my cock and down the shaft as much as she could, and sucked.
“Holy Christ!” I gave a sharp shout, my hands going to her head reflexively, my fingers threading in and fisting in the silky gold strands. “What the fuck?” She tried to push back, but there was no way I could move so my hand stayed in her hair. “Don’t fuckin’ move, Apple.” My voice was a husky, strangled growl. “I’m seriously about to blow, so if you want this to continue you need to hold the fuck still!”
Apple’s mouth slid down over my cock and the feelingwas nothing short of euphoric. She looked up at me through blonde lashes that fluttered softly, her cheeks hollowing out as she took me in farther, then retreated until only the head was in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of my shaft, making me hiss. She had to feel how desperate I was for her touch. Now, it was my turn to sweat with need and I realized then, I might be as innocent about love as she was about sex. Because this was most definitely not just sex. I’d fucked countless women. Way more than I wanted to think about. Especially now. But none of them made me feel half of what this one slender, innocent woman was doing now.
Her eyes flickered down to my crotch and then back up to meet my gaze again, a challenge in them. She moved her head slowly, relishing the power she had over me as she began bobbing her head on my shaft to the easier pacing I set with my hands guiding her movements. Up and down, teasing me, driving me wild, yet I couldn’t force her to stop altogether. I was incapable of such a move. The warm, wet spit coating her tongue mingled with my pre-cum. I found myself dying to know how sweet the mixture was when I took it straight from her mouth. The thought made me groan loudly.
I tugged her away from my dick and leaned forward to catch her mouth in a kiss, finding out that our combined fluids were, in fact, delicious. My tongue lapped at the inside of her mouth and her tongue. My teeth nipped her delicate lips. I held her that way as I ravished her, claiming her kisses once more before I pulled back to stare down at her. Apple.
“You…” I breathed as I gazed down into her upturned face. “You are my entire world, Apple. There is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice to keep you safe. No one I wouldn’t kill.”
She gasped, her mouth open and her eyes glazed in her pleasure. She was the one sucking my cock, yet she was enjoying herself as much as I was. “Deacon?”
“Love is too pale a word for how I feel about you.” The words were pulled from me, but they felt oddly freeing. I’d said them before, but this time felt different. Maybe because I knew I intended to keep her close to me this time instead of pushing her away.
She smiled up at me as I kept my grip on her hair. She didn’t fight my hold, just stared up at me with a lust-filled gaze and a gleam of humor in her eyes. “Very poetic for a badass biker.”
I couldn’t help the satisfied grin I gave her. “I’ll be even more poetic with your mouth back around my cock.”
Apple didn’t hesitate at all. The moment I let her go, she took my cock back into her mouth, humming as she sank down to take me as deep as she could. When my cock hit the back of her throat, I nearly came. She barely took half of me, but she made good work of as much as she could.
She clenched her fingers into my thighs, her nails digging into my skin. The slight pain grounded me when I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the moment. That would come later. After I had her writhing beneath me, screaming my name as she came around my cock.
“Enough,” I snarled as I pulled her up to kiss her once more. I stood and lifted her, tossing her to the bed and following her. I wedged my shoulders between her legs, then covered her pussy with my mouth.
Apple groaned as I parted her plumped lips, the sound of her cries echoing through the otherwise silent room. Her tangy juices coated my tongue, and I lapped at her clit with relish, tasting her with a greedy hunger. She tasted so fucking good! She writhed under me, crying out in pleasure as she ran her fingers through my hair with one hand and gripped the sheets with the other. She arched her back in invitation.
I let out a low chuckle and moved up the bed to cover her,positioning myself between her legs once more. I couldn’t wait to be inside her again, to feel that tight little cunt squeezing me like a glove. She looked up at me, eyes glassy with lust, hands reaching for my shoulders. She pulled me to her, her need and intent clear.
I smiled at her eagerness. “Fuck. Apple,” I moaned, hands grasping onto the wooden frame of the bed as I tried to hold on to my control. The last thing I wanted to do was go too fast. I’d suspected her innocence before and had tried to be careful with her. I’d do the same thing this time. I never wanted her to associate sex with pain. Well. Not unless she wanted some pain with her pleasure.
