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“Leaving us so soon Mr. Saint?” the seductive voice asks. I slowly turn toward the source. My dick roars to life in my pants when I meet her deep brown eyes. Her crimson lips are curled up in the most devastatingly gorgeous smile I have ever seen. “You’re not leaving me for another woman, are you?” She playfully pouts and bats her eyelashes at me.
“You’re Amelia?” I ask, eyeing her up and down. Her body on full display, the black lace bra and thong she is wearing is leaving very little to the imagination. Driving my mind deep into the dark recesses of filth as my focus lingers on her full creamy tits. Imagining my cum painted across them. My mouth waters for a taste of the hard little peaks forming beneath the lace of her bra. Her alabaster skin makes her look sweet and innocent. What's an angel like her doing in the devils playground?
“The one and only.” She slides her hand into mine. “Come on handsome, let’s take this somewhere a little more private,” she suggests as she leads me through the foyer, up the stairs to the bedrooms. As we walk along the long corridor, my eyes are transfixed on the seductive sway of her hips, imagining that perfect ass riding my cock. I plan to fuck her in every way possible before the night is over.
We come to a stop in front of a closed door at the end of the hallway. I can hear faint moans coming from the other rooms. Amelia opens the door and pulls me inside. The room is on the small side. In the middle of the room is a queen-sized bed flanked by two curtained windows. On one side, there is a wooden nightstand with a box of condoms and a bottle of lubesitting next to a lamp. On the far wall, next to a closet, there is a mirror hanging above a dresser, and a bathroom is tucked away on the other side of the bed. This is not what I was expecting. I was half expecting a dark room with a sex swing hanging from the ceiling and whips and chains lining the walls. This looks like an average bedroom.
CHAPTER
THREE
Amelia
“So,Mr. Saint, what brings you to my door this evening?” I ask, slipping my hands inside his leather jacket. His powerful chest is hard against my palms. I’ve been with my fair share of athletes; their bodies are some of the most finely tuned machines in the world. Even through his clothes, I can tell Deacon’s body is on a level all its own. As his jacket slides off his arms, I notice his shirt can barely contain his thick roped arms and massive broad shoulders. He’s a powerhouse, but his soulful brown eyes exude kindness. A far cry from the intimidation of his body.
“To be honest, this wasn’t my idea. I’ve lost my last three fights, and my manager is so worried that I’ve lost my edge, he set this whole night up for me. He thinks you have some luck changing magic about you. I think this whole thing is ridiculous,” he admits.Honesty, how refreshing.
His eyes are watching my every move as I drape his jacket over the dresser. I'm used to men looking at me, my boobs came in when I was fifteen, but Deacon’s gaze is electrifying.
“I wouldn’t say that I’m magic by any means, but I do possess a knack for helping clear the mind. Something has obviouslygotten you off your game. A champion boxer doesn’t start losing overnight. What was going on around the time of your first loss?” I ask. I watched a few YouTube videos of Deacon’s fights before our session. In previous fights, he had such an unwavering confidence. Every punch was precise and powerful, taking his opponent down within the first round. But now there is a hesitation, like he’s questioning every decision.
He sinks down on the edge of the bed, and his gaze drops to his hands. “My trainer passed away last year. Back when I was a kid, he kept me out of jail. He was one of the few people who believed in me. He was more of a father to me than my deadbeat dad. Now that he’s gone, I have no one in my corner.” The sadness in his voice sends a twinge of pain through my heart.
“I’m so sorry for your loss. I can see how that could make you lose your edge. Saying goodbye to someone who meant so much to you can be hard. If I had to guess, I’m pretty sure your trainer wouldn’t want you throwing away everything you worked so hard for. I’ve seen a few of your fights.”
“You’ve watched my matches?” he interrupts me.
“There is this thing called the Internet. I used that Google box to look you up.” That gets him to smile. “It’s part of my job to know all about my high paying clients.” I settle between his legs and slide my fingers under his chin, bringing his eyes up to mine. “You are one of the best boxers in the world, question is, do you still believe that?” I feel like a therapist right now. I’m supposed to be seducing this guy, but all I want to do is fix him. Take away the pain that is weighing so heavy on his shoulders. “I can fuck you, and numb the pain for a brief moment, but until you let go of the pain you are holding onto, you will never get your head right.”
“I get everything you are saying, and I know that is what I have to do, but right now, I just need something, anything, to get my mind off the pain.”
“That I can help you with.” I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. The sadness in Deacon’s eyes gives way to a dark lust filled gaze as his watches my every move. His nimble fingers help to work my thong off my hips. If it’s a distraction he wants, then a distraction he will get.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.” His deep growl makes my clit throb. He buries his face between my legs; his beard tickles my inner thighs. He kicks my legs wider with his foot while his tongue tastes my lips. My head drops back, hand fisted in his jet-black hair. He sucks my clit into his hot mouth, sucking and nibbling on my little bundle of nerves. His thumb pushes inside my wet channel at the same time his index finger pushes inside my tight hole. My body surrenders to him completely, letting him take all control away from me.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, barely able to hold myself up as he works both my holes. One of his strong arms snakes around my waist, holding me up while Deacon eats me out. Between his fingers, tongue, and the delicious burn of his beard, my body is on the verge of exploding. This man eats pussy like a fucking champ.
Just as the orgasm starts to rage through my body, Deacon releases his fingers and throws me down on the bed like I weigh nothing. He reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off then lifts my hips off the bed, bringing my pussy up to his greedy mouth. His tongue plunges inside me, making me cry out. He’s like a ravenous animal that won’t be satisfied until he’s devoured every last orgasm he can pull from my body. Every release is more intense than the last. My body is shaking as he pulls me over the edge, again and again.
As the last spasm rolls through my body, Deacon lays my hips back down on the bed. My whole body feels like a limp noodle and all he’s done is fuck me with his mouth. My vision comes into focus on his dark hooded eyes as his handsare working open his belt. I pull my lip between my teeth in anticipation as he pulls out his already hard cock. My eyes drink in every thick hard inch. There is nothing small about this man. My pussy is purring for that beast to be buried inside me.
“I think I should be paying you for the privilege of riding that beast of a cock of yours.” I scoot to the edge of the bed, head hanging over the side. I reach a hand out, wrapping it around his thick length, stroking him while my tongue lavishes his balls. He grunts his appreciation as I suck on his tight sack.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he demands huskily, brushing my hand away.
I do as I’m told and open my mouth for him. He grips the base and traces his tip around my lips before pushing the full length of him inside my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He tastes so fucking good. I’ve sucked a lot of cock in my time; not one has come close to the taste of Deacon Saint. I could suck him off day and night and still not get enough. I’m so turned on, my clit is pleading for release. My fingers find my aching bud, working it in fast hard circles.
“Is sucking my cock turning you on?” he groans, as I suck him harder.
I moan a yes, pushing three fingers inside me, but my pussy still needs more.
“Then spread those legs and show me how greedy that fucking pussy is for my dick.”
My legs fall open, fingers pounding harder and deeper while my other hand works my clit. My pussy clamps down on my fingers like a steel cage, juices dripping down my hand. I usually need lube to help me get this wet. Deacon and his silver tongue have me so damn horny it’s like a tidal wave in my pussy.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” he groans, fucking my face faster. He swats my hands away from my mound, then bends his huge upper body over me. “I need you coming on my tonguewhile I come in your mouth,” he says, before his hot mouth latches onto my clit. It's the jolt I need to send me rocking over the edge again.
His body stiffens all around me, cock throbbing and pulsating in my mouth, which prompts me to suck harder while my hand massages his balls. A deep growl vibrates to my core as he comes hard.
