Deacon
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“My turn,” he growled into my ear.
Oh yes.
Yes.
Definitely.
I moved. Deacon moved. He grasped on to the headboard.
We’d learned he didn’t need restraints. He’d stay still for me. Sometimes it was a battle, but each time Deacon succeeded.
That said, on occasion, I used them. Because I wanted to. Because he let me. Because he wanted to. Because we both got off on it.
Mostly, though, I let him bind me.
We did vanilla all the time. It was magnificent.
But we also played.
Frequently.
I moved behind but slightly beside him, pressing into him, one hand reaching forward to wrap around his swollen cock, the other hand going to the plug I’d given him, blowing him as I did it, before we started.
I jacked him and fucked him but I didn’t need to do either. Deacon kept control by fucking my hand and thus mostly fucking himself.
“Yeah, baby,” he kept growling.
He loved me working him.
I loved that.
When he’d given me my orgasm, my excitement never left knowing what was to come. But at hearing his growl, my clit started pulsing.
The headboard started slamming into the wall.
And more pulsing.
“Hold on, honey,” I whispered into his ear then licked his neck.
“Twist and fuck, Cassie,” he ordered.
I knew what that meant. The next level, which was the level before I gave it all to him at the same time he gave it all to me.
Right then, though, I gave him what he needed.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, his head dropping forward, maybe because he couldn’t hold it up, probably because he liked to watch me jack his cock.
I would know it was the latter when he kept groaning as he said, “Love what you do to me.”
“Love it too, baby.”
“More. Harder. Jack me harder, Cassie.”
I tightened my fist on his cock and jacked him harder.
“Drive that fucker deep,” he demanded.
My pussy throbbing at his demand, twisting, I took his ass deep.
That was when I got his grunts.
I loved those most of all.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned through the grunts. “Fuck me and jack me.”
“Long as you want, honey,” I whispered. Breathing hard against his neck, I latched on, suckled his flesh, and gave him more.
And I gave it to him as long as he wanted, Deacon fucking my fist and taking his plug deep.
Finally, he rumbled low, “Fill me.”
I knew what that meant, wanted what that meant, and shoved in the plug.
“Here,” he growled.
I moved but not quickly enough. He moved me. Lifting me, hands at my ass, back to the headboard, he slammed deep, his mouth on mine.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and sucked hard at his tongue.
I came almost instantly.
It took Deacon a couple of minutes to follow me.
When we were coming down, he kept one hand at my ass, the other arm he lifted to the middle of my back as he kissed me slow and started fucking me sweet.
He kept taking me gently when he broke the kiss, glided his lips to my neck, and asked there, “You good?”
“Oh yeah,” I breathed. “You?”
He slid in, stayed in, and answered, “Fuck yeah.”
I tipped my head, smiled into his shoulder, and trailed my hands along the warm skin of his back.
“Love you, my Cassie.”
Another smile.
“Love you too, my Deacon.”
His hand squeezed the cheek of my ass as his arm did the same at my back.
He lifted his head and I righted mine to catch his eyes.
There was a glint in them and I knew he was about to commence teasing.
“You done with my ass?” he asked.
“For now,” I answered.
The grooves deepened around his mouth.
“My dick?”
My eyes rolled up and went side to side, searching the ceiling.
He pressed his hips into mine.
I looked back at him. “Maybe.”
“She wants more,” he muttered.
“Are you tired, old man?” I asked.
“Fuck no,” he answered.
“So, your woman isn’t done with you playing with her.”
“That woman’s gonna be the death of me.”
“It’s you who makes it so hot I want more,” I accused.
“It’s you grindin’ your cunt in my face as you moan then tippin’ your ass and takin’ it hard while you whimper. And it’s you pressin’ your tits in my back while you pant in my neck and jack my ass and dick, Cassie. So it’s arguable who makes it hot. But I’m not gonna argue about it. If you wanna look at it that way, not gonna stop you.”
I grinned at him.
He moved us and fell forward, settling me on my back in the bed with him on me.
He nuzzled and stroked me for a while. I let him for that while and returned the favor.
Finally, his lips went to my ear.
“You want vanilla, you want me to go down on you again, or does my Cassie want her ass spanked?”
My limbs around him convulsed when he said the word “spanked.”
I felt his smile against my neck before he murmured, “Red ass,” while his hand shoved under me and cupped it. “You want that plugged?”
“Yes, baby,” I whispered.
“Okay, Cassie. His for hers. You take out mine, I’ll go get yours.”
I held fast. “I changed my mind.”
“No spanking?”
I lifted my head, shifted it, and said in his ear, “Will you work me full?”
“She’s not done with my ass,” he muttered.
I dropped my head to the pillow and caught his eyes. “You don’t have to—”
“Baby, you want it?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then you get it.”
“But—”
“Did I give you any indication I didn’t like what you just gave me?”
He absolutely didn’t.
“No.”
“We make a deal. I work you full, spank your plugged ass, after I give it to you, you suck me while you fuck me and I eat you, givin’ it to you again while you give it to me. That work for you?”
I writhed underneath him.
His lips twitched. “It works for you.”
“Yeah, honey.”
He rolled, kissed my hip, and exited the bed to get my toy.
Some time later, I got a red ass and two more orgasms.
Deacon didn’t get the former, but he got one of the latter.
Only then was I done.
And Deacon, who, if he had it in him, gave me what I wanted (and he so had it in him), only then left the bed to let Bossy in (Priest had to sleep in his kennel, poor baby) and rejoin me there.
Oh yes.
Yes.
Definitely.
I moved. Deacon moved. He grasped on to the headboard.
We’d learned he didn’t need restraints. He’d stay still for me. Sometimes it was a battle, but each time Deacon succeeded.
That said, on occasion, I used them. Because I wanted to. Because he let me. Because he wanted to. Because we both got off on it.
Mostly, though, I let him bind me.
We did vanilla all the time. It was magnificent.
But we also played.
Frequently.
I moved behind but slightly beside him, pressing into him, one hand reaching forward to wrap around his swollen cock, the other hand going to the plug I’d given him, blowing him as I did it, before we started.
I jacked him and fucked him but I didn’t need to do either. Deacon kept control by fucking my hand and thus mostly fucking himself.
“Yeah, baby,” he kept growling.
He loved me working him.
I loved that.
When he’d given me my orgasm, my excitement never left knowing what was to come. But at hearing his growl, my clit started pulsing.
The headboard started slamming into the wall.
And more pulsing.
“Hold on, honey,” I whispered into his ear then licked his neck.
“Twist and fuck, Cassie,” he ordered.
I knew what that meant. The next level, which was the level before I gave it all to him at the same time he gave it all to me.
Right then, though, I gave him what he needed.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, his head dropping forward, maybe because he couldn’t hold it up, probably because he liked to watch me jack his cock.
I would know it was the latter when he kept groaning as he said, “Love what you do to me.”
“Love it too, baby.”
“More. Harder. Jack me harder, Cassie.”
I tightened my fist on his cock and jacked him harder.
“Drive that fucker deep,” he demanded.
My pussy throbbing at his demand, twisting, I took his ass deep.
That was when I got his grunts.
I loved those most of all.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned through the grunts. “Fuck me and jack me.”
“Long as you want, honey,” I whispered. Breathing hard against his neck, I latched on, suckled his flesh, and gave him more.
And I gave it to him as long as he wanted, Deacon fucking my fist and taking his plug deep.
Finally, he rumbled low, “Fill me.”
I knew what that meant, wanted what that meant, and shoved in the plug.
“Here,” he growled.
I moved but not quickly enough. He moved me. Lifting me, hands at my ass, back to the headboard, he slammed deep, his mouth on mine.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and sucked hard at his tongue.
I came almost instantly.
It took Deacon a couple of minutes to follow me.
When we were coming down, he kept one hand at my ass, the other arm he lifted to the middle of my back as he kissed me slow and started fucking me sweet.
He kept taking me gently when he broke the kiss, glided his lips to my neck, and asked there, “You good?”
“Oh yeah,” I breathed. “You?”
He slid in, stayed in, and answered, “Fuck yeah.”
I tipped my head, smiled into his shoulder, and trailed my hands along the warm skin of his back.
“Love you, my Cassie.”
Another smile.
“Love you too, my Deacon.”
His hand squeezed the cheek of my ass as his arm did the same at my back.
He lifted his head and I righted mine to catch his eyes.
There was a glint in them and I knew he was about to commence teasing.
“You done with my ass?” he asked.
“For now,” I answered.
The grooves deepened around his mouth.
“My dick?”
My eyes rolled up and went side to side, searching the ceiling.
He pressed his hips into mine.
I looked back at him. “Maybe.”
“She wants more,” he muttered.
“Are you tired, old man?” I asked.
“Fuck no,” he answered.
“So, your woman isn’t done with you playing with her.”
“That woman’s gonna be the death of me.”
“It’s you who makes it so hot I want more,” I accused.
“It’s you grindin’ your cunt in my face as you moan then tippin’ your ass and takin’ it hard while you whimper. And it’s you pressin’ your tits in my back while you pant in my neck and jack my ass and dick, Cassie. So it’s arguable who makes it hot. But I’m not gonna argue about it. If you wanna look at it that way, not gonna stop you.”
I grinned at him.
He moved us and fell forward, settling me on my back in the bed with him on me.
He nuzzled and stroked me for a while. I let him for that while and returned the favor.
Finally, his lips went to my ear.
“You want vanilla, you want me to go down on you again, or does my Cassie want her ass spanked?”
My limbs around him convulsed when he said the word “spanked.”
I felt his smile against my neck before he murmured, “Red ass,” while his hand shoved under me and cupped it. “You want that plugged?”
“Yes, baby,” I whispered.
“Okay, Cassie. His for hers. You take out mine, I’ll go get yours.”
I held fast. “I changed my mind.”
“No spanking?”
I lifted my head, shifted it, and said in his ear, “Will you work me full?”
“She’s not done with my ass,” he muttered.
I dropped my head to the pillow and caught his eyes. “You don’t have to—”
“Baby, you want it?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then you get it.”
“But—”
“Did I give you any indication I didn’t like what you just gave me?”
He absolutely didn’t.
“No.”
“We make a deal. I work you full, spank your plugged ass, after I give it to you, you suck me while you fuck me and I eat you, givin’ it to you again while you give it to me. That work for you?”
I writhed underneath him.
His lips twitched. “It works for you.”
“Yeah, honey.”
He rolled, kissed my hip, and exited the bed to get my toy.
Some time later, I got a red ass and two more orgasms.
Deacon didn’t get the former, but he got one of the latter.
Only then was I done.
And Deacon, who, if he had it in him, gave me what I wanted (and he so had it in him), only then left the bed to let Bossy in (Priest had to sleep in his kennel, poor baby) and rejoin me there.
