Page 48 of Deacon

“Girl, what the hell is Deacon doing?” Tinker Belle asks with wide eyes, forcing me to look in the direction she’s staring at.

Unbeknownst to me, my bestie has been messing around with another club member, Smoke. Seeing the two of them walk in with Smoke’s arm tightly around Tinker Belle’s waist had my eyes bulging. Shocked and all, I’m happy for my girl because she deserves to find love like everyone else. Diesel, Gunz, and Shadow are also with us, but I’ve never seen any of the skeezers hanging off them like an untailored blouse. My limited exposure to the club and its activities is possibly the reason for my lack of knowledge, though.

*tap, tap*

“Is this thang on?” Deacon asks, tapping the microphone while looking at the guy behind the DJ station, who nods without responding. “Bet. This goes out to my forever, who needs to know what’s coming next. Queue the track, my nigga.”

The men at the table start barking and shouting when the beat drops, and Deacon’s head starts bobbing.

“See the lust in your eye. I know you can’t hide it. In your walk, in your vibe, make me wanna try it. Like a ’Lac spinnin’rims, I love it when you ride it,” Deacon sings, causing my mouth to drop from the smooth, steady, velvet edge in his precise and accurate delivery of the Pretty Ricky track.

The seat of my panties becomes flooded from the outpour of my juices, forcing me to clench my thighs together. My eyes are stuck on Deacon as he watches me while dancing to the beat. My body temperature has shot up like one of those hammers hitting the red target at an amusement park. My mouth is watering while envisioning Deacon using the same pelvic thrusts he’s doing on stage on me once we get back to his house.

“Can you make it juicy for me? Or I can make it juicy for you? You get sweaty for me.” Deacon continues singing while entrancing me, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from releasing the moan begging for its escape.

Mission accomplished, baby. Damn, I’m not sure if we’re gonna make it home. I need you, Deacon.

The crowd is loud while cheering Deacon on, and everyone, including our tablemates, fades into the background when my eyes salivate over Deacon. Only Deacon and I are in this room, and I’m seconds away from meeting Deacon on the stage so he can follow through on what he’s insinuating.

“Aye, you better stop this shit, Casanova. Squeak looks like she’s about to blow.” Shadow’s loud voice snaps me back into the present.

Disconnecting the eye contact with Deacon, I turn to see the men smirking before Tinker Belle lifts her hand for a high-five.

“Encore! Encore! Encore!” The audience begins shouting when the song ends with Deacon’s voice trailing off.

The only encore Deacon will be performing is the one that involves multiple and continuous orgasms that saturate his sheets.

“How’d you like my performance, Squeak?” Deacon whispers in my ear, and a toe-curling tremor fills my body from the huskiness within his voice.

Closing my eyes, I grip the fabric lining the table, grateful when the heat from Deacon’s body leaves my back. My breathing quickens, my mouth increases with saliva, and my nerve endings stir and tingle, yet I sit immobile, unable to think around my mounting hormones. Back-to-back pecks on my lips force me to open my eyes to see Deacon’s hungry eyes assessing me.

“Breathe, Squeak. I promise I’m gonna stoke that fire tonight.”

“Mm.” A low moan escapes my mouth, and a sinister grin upturns Deacon’s lips.

Pleaseee…

My mind cries, and my eyes attempt to communicate without forcing me to open my mouth. Deacon nods, allowing me to breathe more manageable for the first time in countless minutes.

?

I can make it juicy, baby.

It’s just a “G” thang.

?

Tonight’s karaokeselection is playing loudly around the room, and a permanent smile covers my lips at Squeak’s reaction.

“Mhm. Throw that ass back, love.”

*tap, tap, tap*

Smacking Squeak’s ass as she pushes into my dick has me biting my lip to keep from moaning like a bitch. Squeak and I are currently in the shower, which excites me because I’m not sure which is causing her pussy to meet my dick more… the water or her juices. Trying to fuck in my shower isn’t without skill or coordination, but I’m enjoying Squeak’s tight walls that are gripping my dick too much to stop to finish in bed. Thrusting in and out of Squeak, I grip her waist hard enough to leave my handprints once this is over. The warm and wet feeling coming from the pussy I’m trying to engrave my name on has me delirious.

“Ooh, shit, Deacon.” Squeak cries when my strokes increase.

“Your ass is gonna marry me, Squeak. We locked in, love.”

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