The bed moved with his buck.
“Fill…me.”
I held his eyes and drove it in.
His head shot back and his grunt reverberated around the room as the bed moved again with the violence of his reaction.
“Dea—”
His head shot forward.
“Suck me.”
I bent to him immediately.
I felt him tense all around me, certain the bed would fly apart, all the restricted power of him fighting to be unleashed.
I added a hand and stroked him tight while I sucked him hard, and when I did, I got a deep groan.
He liked this. He was getting off on this.
That knowledge affected me so deeply, I was about to put my hand between my legs or give up and ride him when his voice came at me, guttural.
“Twist it.”
I lifted my eyes to his but kept working his cock.
“The plug, Cassie, give me more. Jack me, suck me, and twist it.”
My nether regions convulsed but I did as he asked and watched his head fall back again. “Fuck yeah. Keep doin’ that shit, baby. Fuck.”
Oh yes, he liked this so much he was totally getting off on what I was giving him.
God, was this beauty what he felt when he did this to me?
He’d said it was. He’d said I’d get it when I had it.
I so got it.
I watched him, listened to him, sucked him, jacked him, twisted the plug, my sex now throbbing. Deacon at my mercy, Deacon taking what I was giving him, demanding it, getting off on it.
I took a chance, pulled the plug out, stretching him around the bulbous part, then I started gently stroking him with it.
The bed moved again with his buck and his head jerked up.
More need. More hunger.
God.
God.
It was a miracle I didn’t come with just one look.
“Don’t…stop,” he growled, voice harsh with the emotions in his face.
I fucked him gentle while jacking and sucking him hard. His head dropped back again and his legs strained powerfully against the ropes in a way I thought the bed would break loose.
I was losing it, getting into it, giving it to him, all of it harder, faster, when his head shot up again.