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“I don’t, um...think you’re going to fit.”
With a soft smile, I moved back onto the bed and lowered myself so we were skin to skin from chest to feet. “Do you trust me, baby?”
She nodded immediately, and it made me even more determined to make this good for her. “I don’t understand it, but somehow, I just do.”
I kissed her, a sweet slow melding of our mouths while I rocked my hips into the apex of her thighs. When she began to writhe beneath me, breaking the connection of our lips, I shifted until the tip of my cock teased her entrance. “It’s going to hurt,” I warned her, my tone filled with regret. “But I promise to make it up to you.”
Piper nodded and blinked a few times as if trying to clear away the fog of lust, but her trusting gaze showed through it.
Capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, I plunged inside her, seating myself completely in that one thrust. Piper gasped into my mouth, but I swallowed the sound as I did my best to take her mind off the pain. Remaining still while she adjusted to my size was difficult—especially with the way her pussy clamped around me.
“Holy cow,” she breathed a few seconds later when she ended our kiss.
“Are you alright?” I rasped.
“I didn’t think it would work,” she admitted. She moved her hips experimentally, and I groaned, dropping my face into the crook of her neck. “You’ve stretched me to a point where it should be painful, but instead, I just feel full and desperate for you to move.”
“Thank fuck,” I breathed against her skin.
I retreated a few inches before gliding back in, and a little come leaked from my dick when she moaned. “Oh, Deacon.”
“I fucking love when you say my name like that,” I growled.
“More.”
This time, I pulled out almost to the tip before sliding home. I kept a slow and steady rhythm, trying to be gentle.
However, Piper was having none of that. “Faster, Deacon. Please. I can’t take it.”
Willing to give her anything she asked for, I sped up my pace. “Harder,” she whimpered.
Her plea shattered my control. I gripped her wrists and held them above her head as I dug my toes into the bed for leverage. Fire raced through my body as I began to pound in and out of her, my balls slapping her ass each time I bottomed out inside her.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “Your pussy is so damn tight, baby. I don’t think I can last much longer.”
Her core clenched, and I shouted at the blissful sensation. “Deacon. Oh, yes. I’m close,” she whispered raggedly.
“Come, baby,” I demanded. I kept her wrists locked in one of my hands and moved the other between us to stimulate her clit. “Oh fuck. That’s it, Piper. Come and milk my cock of everything I’ve got. Fuck!”
Piper’s head dropped back, and she screamed my name as her climax ripped through her. The feel of her coming on my dick and her muscles gripping me like a vise set off a series of explosions inside me. “Oh, fuck, Piper! Fuck, yeah! Fuck!”
I’d never experienced anything so incredible. It was like embarking on an adventure and coming home all at the same time.
When I’d told Piper she would be mine once I had her, I didn’t stop to think about how the same was true of me. I was hers as much as she was mine, and no matter what happened next, we’d face it together because I was never giving her up.
5
Piper
Deacon and I spent the rest of the day in bed, making love several times between naps and eating whatever food I could scrounge up from my kitchen. By the following morning, I’d had more orgasms than I ever thought possible and was sore in places I didn’t know existed. A low groan rumbled up my chest as I rolled over, stretching my arm out to the other side of the bed in search of Deacon’s muscular body. When I encountered nothing but cold sheets, I pried my eyes open and called out, “Deacon?”
My question was met with silence, making me frown. I rolled off the mattress and snagged a tank top and pajama shorts from my dresser. After tugging them on, I padded into the living room but found no sign of Deacon. Flinging the door open to see if his truck was still at the curb, I spotted something colorful at my feet. I bent low to pick up the bouquet and lifted them to my face, breathing in their fragrant scent. “Aw, my man is so sweet.”
I headed into the kitchen to put the flowers in water, grumbling a little to myself when I couldn’t find a note tucked into the stems. But my frustration disappeared when I saw a white note card with dark masculine lettering scrawled on it leaning against the coffee machine. Deacon had quickly discovered that coffee was my favorite way to get my caffeine fix, so it was smart of him to leave the note where he could be sure that I’d find it. After setting the flowers in the sink, I went over to read what he’d written.
Ran out to grab provisions. Be back soon.
- Deacon
