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KELSEY

Deke places me on my feet. I’m ready to return the favor, unsure how I’ll be able to fit him inside my mouth.

His cock is practically at his belly button, curved in the middle just slightly.

Sure, I’ve felt it when I rubbed myself against him until we both got off, and yes, my hand was on it only minutes ago.

Feeling it, though, it’s completely different than seeing it.

“Not yet. You want to wrap those pretty lips around my cock, it’ll be after I fuck you.

” My eyes go to Deke’s, watching as he brings the condom to his teeth then rips it open, big hands rolling it from tip to root.

I wish it were me taking over that task.

Next time. Well, maybe. Hopefully, Deke’s not a one-and-done, beat-it-and-leave-it kind of guy. That’d be a shame for sure.

“You won’t hear me complain.” I lean back, spreading my legs wider, finally ready to feel him inside of me.

“Nope. On your stomach, ass in the air, sunshine.” The demand in his tone, I wouldn’t normally listen to any guy talk to me like that. But coming from Deke, it’s not in a harmful, demeaning way, and the way his hands grip my hips, guiding me until I’m right where he wants, has me panting.

“I want your cock, Deke.” I know what I’m doing, teasing him with my words, arching my back even more, spreading my feet further apart, baring my body to him once again.

“Fuck, Kelsey.” I back up, well, try to, wanting to feel his length sliding along my seam.

When I don’t find the gratification I’m seeking, a puff of air leaves me, annoyed, like he didn’t just make me come.

“Greedy girl, aren’t you?” Deke’s hands start at my shoulders then slide down my spine, a fluttering sensation that’s just under my skin.

“I wouldn’t be if you’d just give me your cock already.” The words leave me just as he pushes all the way inside me in one powerful thrust. My body locks tight experiencing his length and girth, feeling him hit my cervix. Deke holds still, letting me get accustomed to him.

“Holy Jesus, I was not prepared for that,” I admit once my center loosens its hold on his cock.

“No way around it. It was either do it in one go or slide in an inch at a time and have your body lock up the entire time. You good?” Deke’s hands move lower, massaging the ass of my cheeks, pulling them apart.

The visual my body is giving him makes me tremble from the inside out. “Sunshine, warn a guy, will you?”

“What would be the fun in that?” He slowly slides out.

I brace myself on my forearms as I thrust back, not wanting to lose him, even though I know he’ll be back inside with another push of his hips.

That’s also when Deke brings his thumb into play, rubbing it over my back entrance, getting me used to it.

Even though I don’t have much expertise in that area, it doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try something new.

“Fuck, you like this, don’t you?” Apparently, Deacon is a talker during sex. I find that incredibly sexy, and judging by the wetness coming from between my legs, so does my pussy.

“Yes,” I cry. Deke presses his thumb inside of me, holding it there, sweat dripping from his body onto my lower back as he rams his cock in and out of me, the sounds of our skin slapping and the groans that leave his throat surrounding us.

It’s a lethal combination that has my thoughts going in every which direction.

One of them wondering what it would feel like if he took my ass with his dick.

Would it hurt? Would it make me come like I’m about to right now?

And what if I had my toy inside my center and Deke in my ass?

“Your ass, Kelsey, it’s sucking at my finger.

So damn greedy. This will be mine,” he promises.

The ramming of his cock, the way it hits my cervix, that’s all that matters.

No response is necessary, and when Deacon’s hand that was holding my hip moves to my hair, fisting it, arching my body even more, that’s when my orgasm hits, so strong, stronger than ever before, and I’m pretty sure I black out.

“Sunshine.” The way he calls me that, it’s bittersweet because from the moment I’ve met Deke, he’s been guarded, never giving me a piece of himself. Maybe one day he’ll open up to me, tell me what woman hurt him so badly that made him into the man he is today.

“Yeah,” I reply. Punch drunk would be the word to describe myself right now, floating in and out, ready to fall fast asleep.

“I’m pulling out now,” he lets me know as he lifts off me.

His weight wasn’t too bad, more like knowing Deke was there more than anything.

I brace, worrying that things might be a bit too snug, and with the flexing of his cock, I know he’s still hard.

Yeah, that could make for some painful times down below.

“Okay.” I wince slightly as he pulls out his cock. I’m definitely not used to the pounding he just gave me.

“I’ll be right back. Bathroom is the first door on the left.” I stand up and bend down to grab my clothes, not that I’ll be putting them back on, but I need a moment to, you know, clean up and get my shit together.

“Thanks,” he responds, casually walking in all of his naked glory to my hall bathroom.

Meanwhile, as soon as the door shuts, I’m darting into my room, closing the door, really wishing I’d brought my phone.

Calling Emily right now would really help a girl out.

Instead, I’m going to have to hurry things along in every way imaginable.