Bending over, I braced my hands on the floor while my ass began to work him over his jeans. He groaned as I ground against his dick. With each upward thrust of my hips, I rubbed a different part of his cock. His jeans became soaked both from my wetness and the precum that was leaking from his cock.
At his shudder of pleasure, I rose up and turned to face him. I leaned in to lick my tongue along Deacon’s lips before sucking his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling it slightly. Lifting one of my legs, I brought it around his hip.
Deacon’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, your pussy is scorching me through my jeans.”
My hands came to his neck, and I began to ride him just as if we were horizontal. My eyes locked with his as tiny pants of exertion came from my lips. “I like your idea of a lap dance,” Deacon grunted.
“Do you?” I implored.
“I’ve never been fucked on a pole before. It’s a whole new ball game.”
With a cunning smile, I said, “And no other woman will ever fuck you again, right?”
Deacon’s expression grew serious. “Only you, Alex.”
“And only you for me.”
Deacon grunted and flexed his hips against me, desperately trying to find more friction. I began working myself harder and harder against him. Biting down on his lip, I knew Deacon was willing himself not to give in and come in his pants.
Grabbing the strands of his hair, I jerked his head up to where he could meet my gaze. As the song echoed “Come on baby” around us, I commanded, “Come for me, Deacon. Come for me and me alone.”
The strain on his face was evident, but then he couldn’t fight it anymore. Throwing his head back against the pole, he let himself go. “Alex!” he barked out in a hoarse voice.
His orgasm set me off. I ground against him two more times before the walls of my pussy began to convulse. When I came back to myself, Deacon was staring hungrily at me. “I love watching you come.”
“I know how you feel.”
I then unlocked Deacon’s wrists from the handcuffs. As soon as his hands were free, he snatched me into his arms. With a squeal, I playfully fought against him.
After licking a trail up my neck to my ear, Deacon purred, “You’re not going anywhere, you little vixen.”
A shudder ran through me. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Lots of things.”
“Like what?” I questioned breathlessly.
“Dark and dirty things.”
A satisfied sigh escaped her lips when I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her over my shoulder. “Deacon, what are you doing?” I demanded.
“You bring out the fucking caveman in me.”
I giggled at his words and the way he stomped off the stage. If he thought I was going to protest, he was wrong. I wanted everything he was willing to give me.
After depositing me on the leather couch, all other coherent thoughts left my mind except the animalistic urge for Deacon to bury himself deep inside me. After he jerked off his jeans, he crumpled them into a ball. Before he started to use them to wipe up the mess along his thighs and hips, I reached out to stop me.
Leaning forward on the couch, I brought my tongue to lick the cum off of him. “Fuck that’s sexy,” he grunted.
Deacon wound some of the strands of my hair around his hand and jerked hard. I gasped in both pain and pleasure.
You deserve to be punished,” he growled.
“Then punish me. Just like you were mine to do with what I wanted, I’m yours now.”
Deacon’s cock started coming back to life. Visions of him bending me over one of the chairs and spanking my ass sent wetness pooling between my thighs. “I want to turn the tables on you.”
“Mm, how?”
