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)
“Deacon,” I cry.
“What is it, Aurora?”
“I want to come.”
“I know you do. And I said no.”
My skin half burns with contained desire. My pussy is throbbing. My nipples are sharp and desperate. I want him. I want to come. I want him inside me, fucking me. My orgasm springs to life, and I cry out.
He stops and removes his hand.
“Deacon,” I implore.
“No coming,” he says simply.
Maybe I need to torture him, just like he’s torturing me. I try to wriggle free, intent on giving him a blowjob that teases him, just like he’s teasing me.
But he holds me in place.
I can’t move.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out.
He removes his fingers, and my orgasm subsides.
What is this man doing to me?
“Deacon, please?”
He hums his appreciation at my begging, and the vibration in his chest spreads right to my pussy.
I try to guide his hand down, and he laughs and kisses my neck. It’s no use. He won’t do what I want.
Or maybe he’s doing exactly what I want.
He brings me to the brink three more maddening times, before he slides on a condom and rearranges us so I’m lying back on the bed, him over me.
“You’re not going to finish what you started?” I ask, my hand sliding to my plump clit.
He removes my hand immediately, pinning both over my head with one of his. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
This time, he pushes into me in one hard movement—and I immediately convulse into orgasm. Like last time, he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, keeps pushing into me, and I don’t know where one orgasm finishes and another one starts. I feel like I’m coming constantly.
“Again,” he growls, and like the well-behaved girl he’s made me, I come instantly, shuddering around him. This time he’s with me. His jaw tenses and he pushes up, up, up, emptying himself into me, and I wish there was no condom in between us. I want his come inside me. I want to feel him dripping down my thighs when I finally stand. I want him to have left his mark.
“Fuck,” he calls out, rolling us to our sides, pulling my hips closer to his, closing any gaps there are between us.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get over tonight.
The world is never going to look quite the same again.
Deacon Black has ruined me in the best possible way.
TWENTY
Aurora
I still haven’t recovered after my night with Deacon as I stand at reception on Tuesday evening, greeting guests as they come in. I’m dizzy, it’s partly lack of sleep and partly physical exhaustion. Deacon left at seven this morning after our date, after fucking me in the shower, over my sofa, and against the wall of my bedroom. I swear I’m going to get thrown out of my building. I just can’t help being so loud with him. His hands, his tongue, his dick…he does things to me no man has ever done.
And I love the way he can’t keep quiet either. It makes me think that when he’s with me, it’s different than when he’s with other women. When I heard him fucking Ms. Gordon, she could have been alone with her vibrator. He didn’t make a sound.
I squeeze my thighs together at the thought and eye the main entrance door as it opens. But it’s not who I’m looking for. Now is about the time Deacon arrives back at the hotel from the office. My shift is over in an hour, and I just want to catch a glimpse of him before I leave.
I feel like an addict waiting for my next fix. But I just can’t bring myself to feel bad about it. He makes me feel so good. And this is what I’m in New York for—an adventure. And if part of my adventure is incredible sex with a man like Deacon, I’m here for it.
Tao on the reception team comes over to me and asks me if he can upgrade the person he’s currently checking in. He gives me the number of rooms available in the upgraded category. We’re quiet this evening, so it’s not a problem for regular guests like these. As we’re talking, Deacon appears over Tao’s shoulder and my body flushes hot. I try to focus on what Tao’s saying, but all I can do is focus on Deacon.
Deacon turns his head toward me and we lock eyes. It’s so intense, it’s as if he’s over me, his mouth on mine, fucking me. My legs weaken and I have to reach for the reception counter to keep my balance.
Still looking at Deacon, I nod at Tao. I have no idea what he’s saying, but right now I don’t care. I just don’t want Deacon to stop looking at me, to ever stop looking at me.
But he doesn’t break his stride and heads to the lift.