“Drive it in and climb on. Now, Cassie.”
With zero hesitation, I did as told, and when I was in position, I slammed down fast, taking him deep, my head falling back at the magnificence of him filling me.
God, I missed him.
Everything.
All of him.
Every inch.
“Ride wild,” he ordered.
I again did as I was told, riding wild, abandoned, moaning, mewing, whimpering, one hand going to my breast to roll my nipple, the other one between my legs to work my clit.
“Take what you need, baby, fast as you can so you come.”
I looked down at him, all of that power contained for me, all I knew he’d given to me, and fucked him harder.
“Need you to come,” he gritted, his whole body strung tight in a way I could actually see it.
“Then you’ll get what you need,” I whispered, rammed down on him, arched back and came. I did it moving on him. He liked when I rode his cum and he gave me what I liked when I was tied for him.
I returned the favor.
He’d been holding back. I knew this when I heard his grunted climax mingle with my whimpering cries as we both found it at the same time.
And it was marvelous.
The best I ever had.
But then again, with Deacon, it always was.
I dropped my head forward, resting a hand to his chest and trailing it lightly to his abs. I was still moving, slowly, taking him in and gliding him out, watching our connection.
He’d been right. I could do this for eternity, watching me take him.
It was beautiful.
“Untie me now and do it without losing my dick.”
I lifted my head when I heard his voice and moved immediately to do what he asked as best I could. He would never leave me tied if I didn’t want it, so I gave him the same.
It was kind of hard to keep his cock while I released his ankles, but by a miracle, it happened.
I barely got the last tie loose before I was on my back, Deacon on me and still inside.
“You know what I just gave to you?” he demanded, voice still rough from sex.
All my insides clutched.
“You didn’t like it,” I said and my voice was fragile with a thread of dread.
“Fuckin’ loved it,” he clipped.
“I…uh…” I stammered, confused as to the intensity of his mood.
“Still plugged for you, Cassidy.”