Page 40 of Unchained
“I know what makes a man feel good,” she said and moved down the bed before lying between my legs. Her hand went up and down, down as she took me into her mouth, up as she pulled me out.
I reached down and ran my fingers through her soft girls, the smell of strawberries strong. Her cheeks contracted over and over again as if she were blowing up a balloon. When I felt as if I might come, I stopped her.
“Not yet, “ I said. “I want to come inside you.”
“I can’t let that happen,” she said.
“We’ll see.”
Veronica crawled toward me, her almost six-foot frame covering every inch of my body. She opened her mouth to mine, and the kiss started.
I moved my hands to her plump ass and squeezed, the sensation heavenly, my thoughts hellish.
“I do want you to fuck me, Deacon,” Veronica whispered. “I really do.” She kissed me harder and pressed her crotch against my cock. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I have no doubts.”
Veronica removed the nightie, her breasts gorgeous, her nipples dark and hard. She reached for the nightstand light, and then the room was thrown into darkness. “Don’t stop, Deacon.”
Our kiss deepened, and she pressed harder against me, our bodies sliding back and forth, our hands exploring. I reached for her waist and pushed her panties down.
“Don’t stop, Deacon,” she whispered again. “Don’t.”
I reached between us, trying to move my fingers between her legs, and then I did stop. I stopped and froze where I laid. “What the fuck is going on!?”
