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Gritting my teeth, I replace my hand with hers. “It doesn’t get this hard if you’re doing it wrong.” Then I take her hand away and put mine back. “But if I’m holding it, I’m less likely to try to push it down your throat.”
“Is that what you’d usually do?” Her brown eyes grow wide.
“If I got worked up enough.”
“Well then move your hand. I’m not going to get it right if you hold back.”
“I’ll put it away if you aren’t satisfied with what you’re getting right now.” She squints her eyes at me, debating whether to call my bluff, I think. And I am bluffing—no way I’m covering now that I know what her mouth feels like on my skin. But I meant what I said about her not being ready, so no matter how much I’m dying to pump my cock down her throat, it’s not happening. Not now anyway.
“Fine.” Her eyes hold mine as she leans forward and licks the crown of my dick, and I hold my breath so I don’t cry out in ecstasy.
Chapter 14
Tiff
Ican’tbelievethisis happening. I can’t believe Deacon’slettingit happen. And the most shocking thing of all, I actually enjoy it.
As my tongue traces the firm ridge of skin around the head of his cock, a soft moan rumbles from his chest, and I have to fight the urge to smile. I talked a big game about wanting to do this, but that was more to tempt him than anything. I mean, I wasn’t opposed to this if it would make him happy, but I wasn’t salivating for it either. Then I saw his cock, and things changed.
It’s not that he’s bigger or thicker or more beautiful than other cocks I’ve seen—in pictures and movies and stuff. It’s that his dick is a sign of how turned on he is, andthatI find irresistible. Especially now that I know it’smethat has such an effect on him.
This giant of a man, coiled as still as a statue while I learn his body, yet my mouth has him damn near panting with the urge to move. I’ve never felt so sexy. So powerful. And I love it.
Though I have no real idea what I’m doing, alternately licking and sucking the head of his shaft, Deacon doesn’t seem to have any complaints. In fact, with his knuckles turning white where his hand grips the arm of the couch, I’d say he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. It makes me want to keep pleasuring him, which I’d happily do if my jaw weren’t so sore.
Thinking it’ll speed things up, I start sucking in earnest, trying to pull him to the brink. Seconds later he pushes me away and starts feverishly jerking his length.
“Did I do something wrong?” I wipe the corner of my mouth with the back of my wrist.
“Fuck no. I’m gonna come.” His biceps flex as he moves his arm.
“Okay, I’ll finish.” I lean forward, only to have him block me with a hand to my shoulder.
“I don’t want to come down your throat,” he grunts. I’m about to protest when he adds, “Not yet.”
Wondering if that means we’ll do this again, I sit back on my heels and watch him work. His hips pump up and down, driving his cock through his fist even as that fist keeps its own rhythm. The tendons in his neck grow taut as he locks his jaw and tilts his head back, moments before milky white liquid erupts from the head of his dick, trickling down his fingers.Wow.
As his breathing returns to normal, Deacon relaxes his grip on his shaft and wipes a hand down his face. I’m waiting for the panicked exit that he seems prone to make right after these interactions when he shocks the hell out of me by saying, “Your turn.”
I inhale sharply, at a total loss for words. Yeah, my core is aching in the most delicious way right now, and yeah, I want my turn. But what does that meanexactly?
“Tiff?” Deacon’s gruff voice pulls me back to the cabin, the partially exposed man in front of me. “That’s what you want, right?OurVegas?”
“You… I mean… But you said…”
“I know what I said. You didn’t listen, so I figure instead of wasting my breath on rules you won’t follow, I might as well break them with you.”
The man just came, but I swear he’s looking at me like he could devour me. And I want him to. “Okay,” I whisper.
“Okay? Not ‘yes’ or ‘let’s go’ or ‘about time’?” He arches a thick brow, sending a bolt of lust straight to my pussy.Damn he’s sexy.
“Well…”
“You’re not going shy on me now that you’re getting your way, are you?”
I feel my temperature rising as my heartbeat accelerates. “I wasn’t sure I’d get my way.”
“Is this still what you want?” He sits up and leans in my direction, closing the distance between us.
