Page 166 of Deacon

He pushed aside his waistband and eased his jeans down.

Scooting closer and half sitting up, I reached for the prize, sliding a hand into his boxers and releasing his tapered, throbbing cock.

It bobbed before me as I stroked and pumped it from hilt to tip, squeezing and massaging it.

He hissed and threw his head back.

He let me have at it for a few more moments, then grunted and pulled away.

Both his hands went to my skirt and dragged it up around my waist.

Seconds later, my underwear went flying, landing on the driver’s seat.

All the while, his tongue worked my mouth, followed by my nipples and ear shell. Then back again, giving and taking, lashing, sucking, and even nipping me to the point of agony.

All that mattered were his lips on mine, the pumping of my hand on his dick, his fingers twisting and rubbing my nipple until I gasped as pain and pleasure tore through me.

I lost purchase of his cock as he pushed my hand away and loomed over me.

‘You really want this?’ he demanded, his voice hoarse and raw.

‘Yes, Deacon, yes.’

Who was this hussy-sounding woman panting out those words like a desperate groupie?

‘Massimo not giving you what you need?’ he taunted, his face twisted in fury and lust.

He had no idea.

But this wasn’t the time for explanations; we were far too gone to stop.

‘No. I’m not with him.’

He scoffed. ‘Whatever. Regardless, let me fuck him out of your mind.’

He bent down and lifted my hips, palms widening my thighs as far apart as they could go.

Then he plunged in.

‘Ana, malkia,’ he groaned.

The way he said it confirmed to me he was past the edge of reason, as was I.

This was going to be epic as our bliss ratcheted up.

Balancing on an elbow by my shoulders, he grunted as he thrust fiercely and fast into me.

‘Fuck, so good,’ I breathed as I wrapped my legs around him, both of us going hard at it.

Our kisses melded, becoming more passionate as we ravaged each other.

Deacon levered higher, changing the angle of his cock, and it hit my G-spot.

‘Vega,’ I groaned, ‘harder, faster.’

Arcing my back, I thrust my pussy all over his driving shaft till I blew, moaning as bliss surged over me in waves.

I clapped my hand over my mouth, screaming his name into my palm as Deacon pounded on and on.