Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
All of a sudden he releases me and steps back. “God, I’m sorry. I just…”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman, but kissing you has me losing control.”
I’m betting most people in Deacon Black’s life never imagine a man like him could ever lose control.
“How about we go upstairs and you can worry about not being a gentleman in private?”
He groans, and for a moment I think he’s going to tell me he has an early start in the morning and has to leave.
I’m going to be beyond disappointed. I want to see Deacon Black lose control.
“I told myself I wouldn’t…”
“You told yourself you wouldn’t sleep with me tonight?” I ask.
“I don’t want you to think that you owe me—”
I step forward and put my hand on his chest. “This isn’t the eighties. I’m asking you to come up to my apartment and fuck my brains out. Not because you bought me dinner, or even because you rented out a rooftop restaurant with the most beautiful view. But because you’re thoughtful and generous. You’re not afraid to share your vulnerabilities and listen when I speak. Because you’re a devoted father and you’re so handsome it almost hurts to look at you. More than that, you have a confidence and surety about yourself that makes me want to slide to my knees and beg for your cock.”
His eyes grow hooded and dark. He stares at me like I just lit a match and we’re both about to go up in flames.
Heat sparks in his eyes, and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.
He scoops up my hand and strides into my building, pulling me behind him. The lift button barely survives his fervent pressing. As soon as we enter the lift car, he drops my hand and stares at the ground.
“Let’s just get inside,” he says. “I don’t want to start something now that I can’t finish.”
“So much self-control,” I tease, taking my keys from my bag.
“You’ve stolen every drop of self-control I have.”
The doors ping open at my floor, and when we get to my door, Deacon moves like lightning, taking my keys from me and letting us in. The door to my flat closes and I swallow.
I don’t know what to expect. Something tells me I’m about to be changed forever.
Deacon shrugs off his jacket. He’s wearing the studious expression of a surgeon about to begin the operation of a lifetime.
He stalks toward me and I back away, out of the hall and into the living room.
“Come here, Aurora,” he says on a growl. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I stop backing away. My entire body is tense with expectation and arousal. I’m halfway to a climax and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
He steps closer, the buttons on his shirt catch against my dress. With one hand, he clasps the back of my neck, and his other hand slides between my thighs, up my skirt, until he finds my underwear.
He presses a kiss to my mouth as his fingers dip beneath the lace and straight into my folds. His tongue presses into my mouth as his fingers start to work, moving through the wet flesh. My legs buckle at his touch, and he takes advantage of the moment and thrusts two of his fingers into me.
“Deacon,” I shout out, breaking our kiss and grabbing on to his arm. It’s only his fingers, but I’ve wanted this so badly, all evening, it feels like I’m finally getting what I’ve been thinking about.
“So wet,” he says. “So ready for me. Fucking perfect.”
My hips begin to buck as he works his fingers, swirling, dipping.
“I’ve done nothing but wonder what’s under here all night. And now I know. A beautiful pussy. A pussy that needs looking after. A pussy that’s going to be mine. Are you ready?”
I nod. It feels like I’m agreeing to some kind of deal where he gets to own a part of me.
Maybe I am.
Before I can think about it too much, he scoops me off my feet and heads to my bedroom. “You’re way too wound up to come standing up.”
He sets me down on the bed and I watch as he sets to work stripping off his clothes. I reach behind myself to undo my dress, but a simple shake of the head from Deacon and I drop my hands.
“Undressing you is my job,” he says. “All you need to do is exactly what I say. Do you hear?”
My head tips back at his words and I work to steady my breathing.
He chuckles. “You’re not going to know your own name by the time I’m done with you.”
I believe him. I’m desperate for him to touch me again.
As he slides down his trousers, I shift up the bed at the sight of his cock. It’s huge. And so hard, flat against his toned torso.