Deacon (Unfinished Hero #4)(75)

Then he f*cked me, hard, rough, holding his body away from mine. I dipped my chin, saw his eyes on me, and whimpered.

He liked this. Fucking me barely touching me, just his cock driving deep and fast, watching me take his thrusts, my body jerking with each one, my ropes tight, making me immobile.

It could have been bad. It could have felt distant. Like being used. Like nothing but a wet *, a vessel to receive his seed.

It wasn’t that. Not with the way he was looking at me, taking in my face, his gaze roaming hot on my body.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he grunted.

“Harder,” I begged.

He slammed in harder.

I closed my eyes. “Yes.”

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes.

“Watch me f*ck you, baby, ’til you can’t watch anymore.”

“Okay.”

My knees jolted up as I watched Deacon, his big, magnificent body tensing and tightening, the muscles contracting, defined sharp in his beautiful flesh, up on his hands driving into me.

Then it moved deep, terrifying in the forewarning of its power.

“Deacon!” I gasped.

“You gonna come hard for me?” he growled.

“Baby,” I breathed and it happened, slamming through me as he drove inside, wiping everything away but the burn, his cock, the vision of him thrusting seared on the backs of my eyelids. I cried out as it engulfed me, carried me away, my arms and legs yanking against my bonds, taking the sensations deeper, blistering, scoring so deep I would never forget the exquisiteness I was experiencing.

“Look at me.”

His words penetrated but I was lost to the feelings, I could do nothing.

Deacon pounded inside.

“Fuckin’ look at me.”

I forced my eyes open just in time to dazedly watch his head snap back, his neck muscles stand out, and hear him groan as he kept pounding inside and came for me.

I had only started coming down when he slammed deep, ground in, and dropped his head.

I knew he started coming down when he moved again, gently sliding in and out.

I fought to steady my breathing.

Deacon kept his head bent and continued to take me, slow and tender.

“Could stay hard a year, watchin’ your * take my dick.”

My arms jerked against the ropes at his words, longing to touch him, clutch at him, hold him to me at the same time loving that I couldn’t and all I could give him was my *.

He lifted his head, caught my eyes, and slid in to the root.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered.

I stared at him, in all his big man magnificence, looming over me, giving me what he just gave me, taking my trust and making it so worth it that it wasn’t funny, still connected to me—thinking he could say that again.

“You watch yourself take me next time you have my dick,” he ordered, his voice still thick from sex.

“Okay, baby.”

He dropped to one forearm, the other hand he put to my side where it glided up and in, cupping my breast and holding me there.

My body relaxed underneath him.

“You good?” he asked

I nodded, feeling my lips already curled up.

He bent his head, ran his nose along my jaw, and lifted it again.

“Comfortable?”

I nodded again, still serenely smiling.

“That worked for you,” he noted.

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

That was when his lips curled up. “It way worked for me.”

I got that, big time.

I didn’t have it in me to say anything.

“You get it now, how it means something if the woman you’re drivin’ your dick into means something?”

I’d got it before but I really got it then from what he gave me, what he took, and the look on his face that said exactly how he felt about it.

I nodded.

“You like it like this, Cassie, tie you to the bed, make you sleep that way. Wake you up and play whenever I feel like it.”

My arms twitched, pulling at my bonds, sending a residual wave through me that felt so good, my sex tightened around his cock.

He pressed his hips into mine.

“She wants that.”

“I think I might want whatever you wanna do to me,” I admitted, my voice quiet but not from fear or nerves at what I was giving him. Because I was so replete, I couldn’t talk louder.

He dipped his head, brushed his lips against mine, and said there, “Then I’ll give it to you.”

“Yippee,” I whispered and watched his eyes smile. “Am I gonna be able to tie you down?” I asked.

“Absolutely.”

I felt my eyes widen, thinking he’d decline. Gently, of course, but he’d do it.

“Seriously?”

He lifted his head half an inch. “Oh yeah, Cassie. Figure I give it to you enough, you’ll get good ideas. Rock my world.”

Oh my God.

Awesome.

“No ass play,” he went on to state. “I like ass, I’ll take yours. Plug it. Fuck it. But that’s somethin’ you don’t do in return, but I reckon that’s the only thing.”

The only thing?

Oh. My. God.

Awesome.

“Have you, uh…tried that before? I mean, with your ass.”