Bounty (Page 89)

“Position me,” he ordered.

I needed no explanation for his instruction.

My hand darted between us as I started falling back. I wrapped my fingers around his rock-hard cock, slid the head through my wet to where it needed to be, and he glided in, my hand shifting out, as he put me to my back in bed and covered me.

Connected to me.

God, he felt good deep inside.

God, so fucking good.

“Baby,” I whispered.

He started moving, slow and sweet, dipping his head, trailing his tongue up a tendon of my neck to my ear.

“Like you were made for me,” he whispered there on an inward glide, settling deep, so damned deep, and then gently grinding.

His words, the feel of him, everything about him, finally having Deke inside me, I felt tears sting my eyes as I wrapped him up, arms and legs, held him close, one hand drifting up and into his hair.

Deke was covering me.

Deke was inside me.

Deke was made for me.

“Need you to get ready, gypsy,” he said in my ear. “That tight, wet heat, need it.”

I turned my head and found his ear with my lips. “Take it.”

He started stroking in and out with his cock.

It was slow, gentle, but his mouth warned, “I let go, might get rough. You say, baby. One word, I slow it down.”

His voice was tighter, almost straining, his hips moving faster, but not rougher.

He needed to fuck me.

And I needed him to fuck me.

“Take what you want, Deke.”

He shifted a leg, drawing up his knee, this pushing him even deeper on an inward slide and I gasped again, holding him tighter.

But he didn’t let go and fuck me.

“Deke—”

“Brace, Jussy.”

I held tighter.

“Deke—”

“One word, baby, I slow it down.”

“Please, Deke.” I dug my nails in where my hand was at the small of his back. “Just fuck me.”

His body stilled, half in, half out.

He was making me crazy!

I opened my mouth before another, deeper, lower rumble of thunder rolled from him through me.

And Deke let go.

His thrusts were so powerful, his body so huge, taking me with them, I had to lift a hand to the headboard and push against it so he didn’t drive me up into it.

This was not a bad thing because it meant I also drove down into him.

The base of his hard cock slamming against my sensitive clit, that cock belonging to Deke finally inside me, in only a few strokes, I turned my face into his neck.

I pressed it in, tensed against him with every inch of me, inside and out, heard his approving growl of, “Christ, yeah, baby,” before my head flew back into the pillows and I cried out as I came.

Hard.

Hard and for what seemed like forever. Deke powering deep, grunting now, my body lurching with each thrust, I whimpered and gasped. Automatically lifting a hand to grip his hair tight in my fist, I shuddered through the best, longest and most intense orgasm by far I’d had in my life.

I was only just coming down, consciousness coming back to that bed, that room, my body loosening naturally in his hold as the climax drifted out when it tensed again because I felt his teeth sink hard into the soft flesh that was just down from where my shoulder met my neck. He buried himself inside me before his head jerked back and I watched in the moonlight as the muscles in his neck strained and he jerked as his hips ground into mine when he came.

His lasted a long time too.

And it topped both the other two sexiest things Deke had given me that I’d ever witnessed and not only because it lasted a whole lot longer than five seconds.

Finally, his big body sagged on mine, his neck bent deep, face in mine, and we both lay there, connected, both our labored breathing the only thing I could hear.

Yes, that was all I could hear and it might have been the sweetest music ever to hit my ears.

Okay, maybe my poet’s soul knew what it was doing.

I felt his hand dig into the mattress along my back and up, fingers tangling in my hair as he lifted his head and immediately lowered it so he was kissing me, long, wet, and God, so damned Deke…sweet.

He ended the kiss and I shivered beneath him when he did it by scraping the edges of his top teeth against my lower lip at the same time he slowly slid out of me.

He dipped in and kissed the spot where he’d bitten me before he angled up and out of the bed, twitching the covers over my body.

I rolled to the side, curled into myself and laid there, watching another few seconds of sexy as he strolled through the dark into my bathroom.

Then I started smiling, slow at first until the smile felt so big on my face, it hurt.

Pain and pleasure.

This time it was the kind I liked.

I pushed up to my knees, turning to face the bathroom, sitting back on my calves and wrapping the sheet around me.

Deke didn’t turn on the light but I heard the toilet flush, the faucet go on and off and then I watched a Deke with his blond hair down around his shoulders, his body silvered by moonlight, his heavy thighs delectable, the rounded ridges of muscles around his knees mouth-watering, his now semi-hard cock still impressive.

He was close to the bed when I pulled my eyes from his dick and looked at his face.

“You so totally like me,” I declared.

I let out a shrill, girlie scream when he reached out a long arm and jerked the sheet away from me.

I emitted another girlie scream when I was again hooked at the waist with his arm and yanked up to slam into his body. He put a knee to the bed, twisted us, and I crashed into the mattress on my back with Deke on me, puffing out a breath at taking his weight and forcing focus on his face.