Chapter 13

Deacon landed on the bed beside me, panting hard. He pulled me back against him, and I felt his cum squish between us. When I made a face, he chuckled tiredly and nosed my hair off my temple so he could kiss it.

“God, that was good.” I stretched in his hold, and despite the twinges of pain and soreness, I loved every second of it.

“You can say that again.”

“God, that was good.”

Deacon snorted. “Funny. We’re going to have to clean up a little.”

I nodded. I liked the feel of his cum on my skin, but when it dried, it would be itchy as hell. “Go get a wet cloth or something.”

He propped himself up so I could see his incredulous expression. “Why me?”

I squinted at him. “It’s your mess.”

Deacon’s eyes heated. “Yeah, it is.”

“And it’s not like I can reach all those spots where you unloaded all over me.”