He ate and he sucked and he fucked me with his tongue. When I was writhing on the bed, straining against the ropes, this close to exploding, he took his mouth from me, drove two fingers in, and my entire body bucked, the bed moving with it.
I lifted my head to see him still between my legs. “Baby,” I begged.
He slid his fingers out and down, and wet with me, circled one at my anus.
My frame tensed tight, my knees involuntarily trying to cock and stilling when my motion was denied, the bed jerking again as all my limbs tightened, and I did what I could to press into his finger.
“Yes,” I breathed and watched hazily as Deacon’s face grew even darker.
He surged over me but left his finger where it was.
“Please,” I breathed.
He slid his finger inside.
I turned my head to the side, my body trembling, waiting, anticipating.
Deacon put his lips to my ear.
“Next job, I’m goin’ shopping on the way back,” he whispered there, gently moving his finger in small circles inside me and my legs pulled tight against the ropes, reflexively trying to open further for him. “Get my girl some toys. Come back to her, plug her ass, eat her pussy while she’s tied down with my cock in her mouth.”
I jerked my head around, my sex pulsing deep with need. He lifted his head when I did and I caught his eyes.
“Fuck me.”
“You need my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He slid his thumb rough through my wet and pressed hard at my clit.
My body surged tight against my ropes.
“Ask sweet,” he ordered.
Oh God, this was hot. This was great. This was fucking amazing.
“Please, baby,” I begged. “Please, fuck me.”
“Want it hard?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to fuck your mouth first?”
Yes I did.
But right then I needed him inside and not inside my mouth.
“Yes, but no,” I panted, his thumb at my clit, finger still up my ass torturing me in a good way. “Need you inside. Now, Deacon.”
“That wasn’t sweet, baby.”
“Please,” I pleaded immediately.
“You gonna take your plug when I bring it?”
Oh God.