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“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Squeak says politely.

“Oh my. You’re such a darling. Bring her by the house so we can sit down and chat, Prynce,” Ma says, smiling.

“We won’t hold you up anymore, but I agree with your mother. Enjoy your dinner,” Pop says, pulling Ma along as they make their way to the parking lot.

“That was interesting and entertaining,” Squeak says, grinning.

“Hm. That’s one way to look at it. Come on so we can eat. I’m starving.”

That night…

Blamethe power of hormones and alcohol coupling with the fine nigga I’m dating, and you have the perfect recipe for sexual overdrive. Deacon and I didn’t make it into his bedroom good before I was pulling his shirt over his head. The image of him between my legs with my hands holding and rubbing his bald head damn near made me dizzy. Unsnapping my bra, I discard it haphazardly, uncaring where it lands. My breasts sway, and my nipples pebble instantly from the air hitting them.

“Damn, Squeak,” Deacon says, gripping the impressive tool between his legs while watching me intently.

I had undressed Deacon before pushing him down on the edge of the bed to watch me disrobe. Blood pressure or anxiety is incapable of preventing me from finding out if Deacon is able to satisfy me. The thick, veiny, and caramel sledgehammer between his legs has my juices moistening my outer lips. The thumping in my core matches the beat dancing in my chest, pushing me to quickly remove my remaining clothing.

“Wait,” I say when Deacon pulls my body to him without allowing me to say or do anything.

“Fuck waiting, Squeak,” Deacon says before kissing me.

Unlike any of our previous kisses, this one is hard and punishing, causing a heady sensation to flow throughout my body. My core thumps when Deacon’s tongue invades my mouth, sending shivers of desire racing through me.

“Sit on my face, Squeak,” Deacon says, lying back on the bed after breaking our kiss.

My brain short circuits momentarily from the hard, husky edge in Deacon’s statement, and I freeze while staring at the smoldering gaze Deacon is giving me.

“Climb on so I can make love to my pussy.”

With shaky legs and a raging heart, I do as I’m told, allowing Deacon to assist me in positioning myself over his awaiting face. I fall forward when Deacon’s tongue swipes over my pussy, causing him to grip my thighs to hold me in place.

“Mm,” I say when Deacon sucks my pearl into his mouth and starts swiping his tongue back and forth.

Spots form in front of my eyes at the intense feeling coursing through me as Deacon continues eating my pussy. I’m not a virgin, but no one has taken the time to pleasure me orally before now. Sure, I’ve had orgasms before, but never have I?—

“Oh my God,” I moan when Deacon bites my inner thigh before smoothing the sting with his tongue.

“Get outta your head, Squeak. Rub this pretty mothafucka over my mouth until you saturate my beard.”

With nothing more to say, Deacon slaps my ass before his tongue flickers at my clit. My pelvis thrusts upward, and Deacon seems to kick into another gear when his tongue increases its tempo on my clit.

“Damn, you taste good.”

Closing my eyes, I get lost in the sensations flowing through my body, and my hips move rhythmically over Deacon’s mouth. Grabbing my breasts, I squeeze and pinch my nipples, causing tingles of awareness to flow freely.

“Dee-mm—Deacon.” I cry.

“Mhm. I’m right here, Squeak. Fuck my face, love.” Deacon’s husky voice vibrates against my pussy, and an uncontrollable shiver invades my body.

Deacon’s magical tongue alternates between sucking, licking, and slurping when sweat starts forming on my forehead.

“Shitt, Deacon,” I moan when he sucks my pearl, and I reach out to grab something due to the intense orgasm running to the surface.

“Mhm. Let that shit go. I feel it. Cum, Squeak.”

Shutting my eyes tight, I do as I’m told when my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, leaving me screaming and shaking uncontrollably from the intensity.

“Ohhhh…”

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