He didn’t. He kept going until she was writhing beneath him, her thighs trembling as she came hard. He stood up, his cock jutting out like a weapon, and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Ava reached for him, wrapping her hand around his shaft and giving it a few slow strokes, moving her thumb over the head.
“Please,” she whispered, her eyes dark with lust.
Deacon pushed inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Ava cried out, her nails digging into his ass as he filled her completely. He started slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, each thrust hitting her in just the right spot with unerring accuracy. But soon, slow wasn’t enough. He picked up the pace, fucking her with a brutal intensity that had the headboard slamming against the wall.
Ava fisted her hands in his hair, and Deacon leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping until she was moaning. Her body convulsed as she came again, as he continued to pound into her. Deacon wasn’t far behind. With a few more thrusts, he buried himself deep inside her and came with a guttural groan. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and covered in sweat.
But the night was far from over, and they were determined to make every second count.
After falling asleep, Ava felt Deacon move beside her. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and lust, the air heavy with the promise of raw, unbridled sex. Deacon’s hand slid under the sheets, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, his touch demanding. Her breath hitching as his palm cupped her ass, squeezing enough to make her moan softly into the darkness.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with need. “I need you again.”
Ava opened her eyes, her lips parting as his body pressed against hers. She could already feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing into herthigh, begging for attention. With a sly smile, she rolled on top of him, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath her fingertips.
He reached for his wallet to remove a condom and rolled it down over his cock. His hands gripped her waist as she sat up, straddling him, her thighs spreading wide to accommodate his thick, hard length. Ava reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She sank down slowly, inch by inch.
His hands moved to her breasts, gently kneading them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard and begging for his mouth.
“Deacon,” she gasped, her head falling back as she felt him fill her completely as his hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride him, the sound of their moans and gasps filled the room. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. Deacon sat up, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and licking until she cried out in pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she rode him harder, faster.
His hands moved to her ass, gripping her cheeks as he thrust up into her, driving his cock deeper with every stroke. The bed creaked beneath them, as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.
“Deacon,” Ava gasped, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her.
“Let go, baby.” Deacon growled, his hands tightening on her ass as he fucked her harder. He pressed his lips to hers, taking them in a deep,passionate kiss.
Her body convulsed as she came hard. Deacon wasn’t far behind, as he buried himself deep inside her.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Ava rested her head against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin.
“That was amazing,” she murmured, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
“Yes, it was,” he replied, his hand sliding down to cup her ass once more. “Now I need to get some rest. I have to leave before sunrise.”
“Okay.” She kissed his lips, rolled off him, while he made his way into the bathroom, then she fell asleep.
The following morning as she watched him get dressed, he stared at her. It was too bad they lived hours apart. She wouldn’t mind seeing him again, but they had agreed to one night and she wouldn’t pressure him. If they lived in the same town…
Once he dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed, brushed her hair from her face, and she smiled at him.
“You don’t have many buttons left on that shirt,” she said with a grin.
“I’m sure housekeeping will pick them up. I’m just glad it’s early enough that not many people will be up.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they’d know why your shirt is missing buttons.”
Deacon grinned. “No doubt. I need to go. I had a great time,” he said.
“Me too.” She sat up and the sheet dropping to her waist and he stared at her breasts. He chuckled and shook his head.
“I have to go. I wish I could stay a little longer, but I have to find out where those men are.” He touched her cheek. “I will never forget last night, Ava. I hope you get all you wish for in life.”
Ava’s arms wrapped around him in a hug. “You too, Deacon. I’ll never forget you or last night. Please be safe.”
He got to his feet, picked up his hat, and placed it on his head.
