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Meanwhile, I flicked his nipples and rolled them, causing him to grunt deep in his throat as his mouth devoured me.

He then slid south, his lips leaving mine.

They fell on my tits, nipping and suckling the hardened pebbled tips as I stroked his head and tried to reach lower for his turgid cock.

He was having none of it, flicking my hand away.

He went lower still, his tongue licking my upper navel, and my floating diamond, which I remembered drove him wild.

He played with it as he went between my legs, spreading them.

His finger found my clit with a grunt of triumph, and he proceeded to tweak it, causing me to let out a moan.

His forefinger then slid into my pussy as his thumb worked my clit.

In moments, I was writhing as his lips worshipped my navel and his fingers brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

When he shifted again, and his mouth descended on my pussy, my thighs clenched around his head.

My hair thrashed on the bed as Deacon did what he knew best.

If there was one thing this man was a king at, it was eating me out.

His hands clamped down on my thighs, widening them as he drove me wild.

My knees fell over his shoulders at one point, my heels digging into his muscled back as his tongue went deeper.

I shuddered, arched my spine, and moaned as sensation ratcheted through me.

‘Vega, honey, you’re going to make me cum.’

I wasn’t sure what I was trying to say, whether he should stop or keep going.

Regardless, he was driving me out of my mind as he kept devouring me like a man driven to the edge of extreme hunger.

All I could do was cup my tits and squeeze my nipples as a rush of rapture rocketed through me.

Bliss arced from the tips of my toes all the way up to my clit, my tits, and even tingling in my mouth.

On and on he suckled, flicked, and fucked me with his fingers until, with a cry, I was flying.

Shaking and trembling, my thighs shuddering as the wildest orgasm I’d had in years hit me.

It kept coming over me in waves, and I scarcely noted him glide over me and throw one thigh over his shoulder, in a haze as ecstasy washed over me.

I did, however, regain my focus when he stroked his cock over my clit, causing yet another wave of bliss to surge through me.

‘Deacon,’ I moaned. ‘More.’

‘So hungry for it,’ he growled as I arched my back, trying to slide myself over him.

His hand pressed down on my mound, holding me still.

‘Thing is, I’m running this show, mama,’ he declared.

He then proceeded to stroke his heated, scorching cock head all over my clit, teasing me, taunting me.

His other hand splayed over my lower belly as he stroked my navel diamond.