Page 71 of Deke Me


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“You have no clue what you do to me.”

She wiggles her ass against my growing bulge and licks her plump lower lip. “I have somewhat of an idea.”

I sweep her hair to the side to expose the smooth expanse of her neck. “This spot right here.” I trace a path of desire with my lips down its length. “It’s so fucking tempting.” My hand follows the path of my lips until it rests on her shoulder before making its way to the valley between her breasts. “I want to mark you as mine so no one else can claim you.” My fingers find her hardened nipples through the delicate fabric of her dress, teasing and causing her to shiver. “Then I want to squeeze and tease until you can’t take it anymore, sending waves of pleasure to that pretty pussy of yours.”

Her whimper is my undoing. I’m so hard it’s almost painful.

“You want that, Princess?”

She spins on heels and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. Her tongue darts out to taste me, her lips gliding against mine with a tantalizing promise of more.

“Yes, I do. All of it.”

I deepen the kiss, our tongues dancing together, our bodies touching in all the right places.

Her eyes meet mine as she takes a shaky breath. “Is it bad that I want you here? Now?”

“Fuck Princess. I want you all the damn time.” I pull her behind the dressing shield. I doubt Camilla will return, but I don’t want to give an older lady a show.

“Blake! What are you?—”

I answer her question with my lips. My hands work the back of her dress, but she bats my hands away.

“No time,” she pants, lifting the dress until it bunches around her waist. “Fuck me, now.”

My grin is wicked. Amanda’s come a long way since that first night together. I’d like to think her confidence was because of me. Perhaps I had a small part, but this is all on her. She’s always had the confidence. She just needed to tap into it.

“You’ve got it, Princess.”

I twist her around and place her hands flush against the wall. “Fuck, babe. You’re so damn hot right now.” I pull down her underwear and sheath a condom with record speed. My knee nudges between her legs, and I growl, “Spread those thighs for me.”

She obeys, her eyes shining with desire. Perfection. Pure fucking perfection.

I line my cock at her entrance, knowing she’s already dripping for me. “You ready?”

“More than ready.”

That’s all the permission I need. I thrust forward, burying my cock deep inside her in one swift motion. Her measurable gasp is music to my ears, and I can’t help but groan as her tight heat surrounds me. The sight of her pressed against the wall, ass jutted out as if in an offering, fills me with an intensity that courses through my veins. We’re not just pretending anymore. This is real, and I never want to let her go.

I pull out and slide back in, setting a rhythm that has both of us moaning. Amanda’s hands grip the wall, her knuckles turning white as I drive into her over and over. Her breath hitches, and I know she’s getting closer.

“You feel so good. Do you like this, babe? Do you like being pressed against the wall and fucked from behind?”

“Y-yes. Only for you.”

Damn straight, only for me.

My pants fall to my ankles as my fingers dance along her hips, guiding our movements while I drive into her harder and faster. Her whimpers turn to gasps as we find our rhythm.

I’ve never once regretted a position. Sex is hot in all different ways, but I want to see my girl’s face with her lying beneath me. She has me doing uncharacteristic things, and I love every minute. What fucking spell does she have me under?

Her muscles coil beneath my hand as I work her clit and drive into her. She cries out, and I whisper, “Shh, babe, you’ve got to be quiet.”

I continue to drive into her, feeling her body respond to every thrust.

“Blake, I’m close. So close. I need it harder.”

I do as she asks, increasing my pace until I can feel the intensity building within me. Her slaps echo off the wall, her moans fill the room, and I don’t even try to quiet her this time.

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