Chapter Fifty-one - Deacon

His cock throbbed. As a way of an answer, he pulled her back slightly, kissing her throat and then making a trail of kisses down her neck, over her breasts until he found her nipple with his lips. He flicked the tight bud with his tongue, holding her back just a little, holding her in place. Her groans filled his ears as he kissed her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue.

He felt her hands slide up into his hair, her fingers gripping it in tight fists and holding on as he ravished her breasts. Pressing his cock into her wetness, he felt her dry-humping him, grinding against his crotch as she fell into him, her breathing heavy in his ears.

“Deacon,” she whispered. “Oh, god, yes.”