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It was perfect. I didn’t want or deserve gentle.
Then, unexpectedly, his searching fingers found my prostate.
I hadn’t expected this deep pleasure, not this quickly. I arched my back, hissing. He grinned like a wolf and pushed his finger harder, deeper into me, adding a second as my body accepted and became used to the intrusion.
I groaned, leaning forward to scrape my teeth along the top of his shoulder. My erection pressed into his stomach, hard and insistent. I couldn’t grind into him like this against his fingers. I had no leverage.
He seemed to know this and enjoy it. His free hand came around to cradle the back of my neck, as if comforting me and holding me still at the same time.
“You like that, baby?” he asked
His fingers hit home again, and I twitched like a live wire. “You know I do,” I said. “You’re goddamn probing my prostate. What do you think?”
His grin became wider. Forget the wolf. He was a shark, and I was his prey.
“Think you can come like this? With me knuckle deep inside you?”
“If you do, you’re going to make this night very short.”
“Maybe I’ll take what I want anyway.” His voice was a dark promise, but I knew it was all show. Deacon was a very generous lover. He wasn’t the type to play those sorts of games in bed. He always made sure that I enjoyed myself to the fullest.
No matter how angry and exasperated he might be with me.
So, I lifted my head and nipped at his earlobe, taking it briefly in my teeth. He shivered at the bright spark of pain.
“Why don’t you fuck me?” I asked, darkening my own voice. “Then we can come together?”
He moved so fast I wasn’t prepared for it, pulling his hand out from me so fast I was left empty inside.
Dumped off his lap, he turned me around and shoved me face first into the mattress.
I huffed out a laugh and scrambled for one of the decorative pillows, shoving it under my hips to help keep my ass up. I knew with Deacon’s mood right now he was going to give me quite the ride. I needed all the leverage I could get.
Deacon knocked my legs apart. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck as he crawled over me.
Then he pushed in with hard, almost punishing thrusts.
Yes, yes… I thought, closing my eyes, and relishing it. I was so glad the last few days had left me more open and used to the intrusion than normal. I was ready for this. I wanted it—wanted everything that he could give me.
His rough handling of me was all pleasure and very little discomfort. We groaned together as he fully seated himself.
“Come on,” I said. “Hurry up and fuck me already.”
Deacon let out a breathless, strained sort of laugh. “Your wish is my command.” Then he took a grip on my hips, his fingers hot points digging in hard, and set to work.
I felt the breath punch out of me. His pace was forceful and demanding, with short strokes that lit me up inside.
I moaned, bowing my head, widening my legs as far as I could go, and just taking it, taking him, whatever he would give to me.
I wanted it all, and I deserved none of it.
Each one of his thrusts moved me up until I braced myself against the headboard. The decorative pillow under my hips was a rough counterpoint against my hard, weeping cock.
I reached down to stroke myself, but Deacon knocked my hand roughly away and wrapped his own fingers in a loose circle around my dick. I whined and thrust into the hot tunnel of his hand as he pounded into my hole.
The counterpoint of pleasure inside and out was too much. I came, curling into myself, clenching my internal muscles around him, and milking his cock hard, chasing every bit of sensation.
Deacon followed shortly after. I felt his dick stiffen minutely inside me, and then he was coming too, in the condom.
