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swollen nubs. His tongue traced and teased
her little buds. Her fingers gathered in his hair. Bethany’s heart
hammered against her chest the more her arousal grew. He was
growing as he worked at the buttons of her jeans. She could hear
tearing and she cried out.
    “No! My favorite!” Why she cared about her
jeans when she was about to fuck the hottest man she’d ever seen,
she couldn’t tell you.
    “I’ll buy you new ones.”
    The tearing sound was so erotic her knees
went out from under her, and he caught her up in his arms before
carrying her to his room. She was tossed onto a very large bed.
Bethany looked up at him and her legs fell open in welcome.
    “Please.”
    “Please what, little one? Tell me.”
    He grabbed his cock in his hand and started
to stroke himself. A tiny bead of pre-cum leaked from the slit. Her
tongue ran over her lips in an unconscious movement. He smirked and
she could see the playful arousal in his gaze. Getting up to her
knees, she crawled over to him, and parted her lips, looking at him
through her lashes.
    “I want to taste you.”
    He aimed his cock right at her mouth and she
flicked her tongue over the tip. He cursed, grabbing the back of
her hair before shoving just the head of his cock in her mouth. Her
lips hugged his thick dick as her tongue toyed with the crown. He
thrust into her mouth. She reached up and grabbed his firm ass
cheeks, going to work on him. She slid him down her throat deeper,
and about midway down his cock she started to gag. She tried to
relax but it wasn’t working. She worked his balls with her fingers
and he started to thrust harder. She breathed through her nose, her
eyes watering, as she took him deeper. He worked her mouth as she
imagined this was just a prelude to what he was going to do to her
pussy. Bethany whimpered when he tugged on her hair tighter. It was
a pleasant, needy action that made her feel powerful.
    Before long he was pulsing in her mouth and
roared when he pulled her free. His cock popped out of her mouth
with a wet sound. She looked up at him, begging him silently. She
wanted more.
     
     
    ***
     
     
    Fuck. She was everything.
    Deacon looked down at his little woman. Her
mouth was all wet and swollen from his dick. A string of spit
connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock. He reached out
and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, disconnecting the vulgar
little thing.
    “When I come, it’s going to be inside that
tight little cunt.”
    He watched something dangerous flare in her
gaze. “How do you know I’m tight? I’m not a virgin.”
    He snarled and flipped her over onto her
belly. She started to get to her knees but he pressed her back
down. He leaned over and ran his tongue from that sexy little dip
in her lower back, all the way up to her neck. She tasted salty and
sweet. Her legs were dangling off the end of the bed and he kicked
them open wider. He leaned over her body, gathering her hair in his
fist and pulling it to the side so he could see her face. She tried
to look back when he started to part her wet, swollen pussy lips
with his big fingers. She moaned out his name.
    It was like sweet fucking music.
    “I love how you respond to me.”
    “I don’t know you.”
    “You will.” And he shoved two fingers in her
tight, wet cunt and groaned. Her sexy silk wrapped around his
digits. He worked her hard. Deacon wanted her ready for him. He
wasn’t going to fuck her light—he was going to take her hard and
fast. She started to beg him. The words were like fire against his
already hard dick and he gave her ass a firm swat.
    She squealed and wriggled against the
bed.
    “That’s it. Grind that bud against the bed as
I fuck you with my fingers.”
    “But˗˗”
    She couldn’t talk and he took fucking
pleasure in that. He laughed and finger fucked her harder, swirling
around inside her until he found that spongy little nub that had
her hips jerking and she was screaming. Deacon could feel her
juices coming faster.