My knees jolted up as I watched Deacon, his big, magnificent body tensing and tightening, the muscles contracting, defined sharp in his beautiful flesh, up on his hands driving into me.
Then it moved deep, terrifying in the forewarning of its power.
“Deacon!” I gasped.
“You gonna come hard for me?” he growled.
“Baby,” I breathed and it happened, slamming through me as he drove inside, wiping everything away but the burn, his cock, the vision of him thrusting seared on the backs of my eyelids. I cried out as it engulfed me, carried me away, my arms and legs yanking against my bonds, taking the sensations deeper, blistering, scoring so deep I would never forget the exquisiteness I was experiencing.
“Look at me.”
His words penetrated but I was lost to the feelings, I could do nothing.
Deacon pounded inside.
“Fuckin’ look at me.”
I forced my eyes open just in time to dazedly watch his head snap back, his neck muscles stand out, and hear him groan as he kept pounding inside and came for me.
I had only started coming down when he slammed deep, ground in, and dropped his head.
I knew he started coming down when he moved again, gently sliding in and out.
I fought to steady my breathing.
Deacon kept his head bent and continued to take me, slow and tender.
“Could stay hard a year, watchin’ your pussy take my dick.”
My arms jerked against the ropes at his words, longing to touch him, clutch at him, hold him to me at the same time loving that I couldn’t and all I could give him was my pussy.
He lifted his head, caught my eyes, and slid in to the root.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered.
I stared at him, in all his big man magnificence, looming over me, giving me what he just gave me, taking my trust and making it so worth it that it wasn’t funny, still connected to me—thinking he could say that again.
“You watch yourself take me next time you have my dick,” he ordered, his voice still thick from sex.
“Okay, baby.”
He dropped to one forearm, the other hand he put to my side where it glided up and in, cupping my breast and holding me there.
My body relaxed underneath him.
“You good?” he asked
I nodded, feeling my lips already curled up.
He bent his head, ran his nose along my jaw, and lifted it again.
“Comfortable?”
I nodded again, still serenely smiling.
“That worked for you,” he noted.
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.