The Anti-Boyfriend(54)

“Fuck the job.” Deacon leaned his forehead on mine, his breathing intensifying. “Fuck the job. Tell me to stay.”

A tear rolled down my cheek as I whispered, “Stay.”

The moment the word escaped me, his lips were on mine, even more intensely than they had been back at the restaurant.

“I need you, Carys. Right fucking now,” he growled.

Deacon lifted me off the ground. It felt like I was floating on air as he wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me to his room, our lips never separating.

On all fours, he pinned me beneath him on the bed. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

“No,” I panted. “Please don’t stop.”

I flipped over, knowing he would have to unzip me from behind. He lowered my zipper before turning me back around to face him. He slid my dress off and removed my bra, unsnapping it effortlessly. The cold air hit my breasts, and my nipples hardened. Goosebumps covered my skin.

“I’ve missed these beautiful tits,” he groaned as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. “Dreamed about them every night since your birthday.”

My clit throbbed as if readying to come. I was already so incredibly wet, the muscles between my legs pulsating with the need to feel him inside of me.

Deacon showered my chest with kisses as he traveled down to my belly button. “You’re so freaking gorgeous, Carys. I love your body so damn much.” He kissed his way up again, and his mouth returned to mine.

I couldn’t get enough of his taste and the smell of his cologne. I tugged on his shirt and pulled it over his head. Throwing it aside, I kissed him harder as I relished the feel of his hard chest pressed against my bare breasts. His body felt heavy over mine. I’d always wanted to feel him on top of me like this. Being skin to skin with Deacon was heaven. The muscles between my legs clenched, so eager to receive him.

He stopped kissing me long enough to say, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever touched. I never thought I’d get to have you like this. It’s literally a dream come true.”

I didn’t care if he was saying all those things in a sex-induced fog. My desperate and horny self loved every word.

He pulled away from me to slide my panties down my legs. I shimmied to speed the process. Deacon returned his mouth to my breasts, sucking even harder. No one had ever worked my body like this, so unapologetically.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I thought I might explode if he didn’t enter me soon. Lowering my hands to his waist, I unbuckled his belt and threw it across the room with a clank. I unbuttoned his pants, slipping my hand inside to touch him.

“Easy now,” he muttered over my mouth. “You have no idea how close I am to losing it, beautiful. If you touch me, I might come in your hand.”

Deacon reached over to his side table and fished in the drawer. He took out a strip of condoms and ripped one off the top.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Believe me, I’m sure.”

His mouth curved into a smile as he lowered himself to devour my lips. When he moved back, he opened the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slid his boxer briefs down and lowered his body over me again. I felt his hot, thick cock against my abdomen. I wanted so badly to reach between us and touch the length of it. As he kissed me, his shaft slid against my clit. I pressed myself harder against it, my wetness covering him.

He pulled back and rushed to slide the condom on. I followed every step of the process, marveling at the girth of his veiny cock. I’d imagined what Deacon might look like naked, but nothing prepared me for the sheer magnificence. He was beautifully hung—gorgeous and manly in every way.

Before he could enter me, I wrapped my hand around his length and stroked slowly.

“Be careful,” he warned. “When you’re ready, put me inside of you.”

As hard as it was to resist pushing him inside, I rubbed the head of his cock against me. I had only been with a few guys, but I certainly didn’t remember being so incredibly ready for a man.

Unable to hold back any longer, I placed him at my opening.

Within seconds, he pushed himself inside of me. “Fuuuck,” he breathed over my neck. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait.”

His thick cock entering burned a little. When he was balls deep, I wrapped my legs around his back.

He pumped into me slowly, quickly moving on to fast and hard thrusts.

“Fuck. You feel so good, Carys. So fucking good, beautiful girl. Holy shit.”

Not sure if it was because it had been so long for me, or because he was so thick, but I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain—everything I’d ever imagined. I didn’t care if it hurt. I wanted it to hurt.

“Nothing—and I mean nothing—has ever felt better than your wet pussy around my dick. It feels better than anything.”

I writhed under him. “Fuck me harder, Deacon.”

“If you don’t stop moving like that, I’m gonna lose it. You’re so tight. Incredible.”

With that, I contracted my muscles, tightening even more around him.

His body shuddered as he groaned, “Shit.”

I gripped his ass as his hips moved in a circular motion. He couldn’t have been deeper inside of me. Again, I tightened my muscles around him.

“Stop that. I almost lost it.” He laughed over my lips.