For a Moment at Least (Age Gap)

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Hello readers! I just wanted to mention that a second book is in the works! I was going to make this a stand alone but there's a certain relationship I can't wait to write...

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I came out of the bathroom in my underwear after doing my hair and makeup. Gracie wanted to get everything done professionally but I told her I could manage. In reality I don't think I could've sat still for that long.

I was rubbing in the lotion on my arms when I looked up to see Deacon sitting on the edge of the bed with my dress in his hands. This view gave me flashbacks of the times he's dressed me in the past. I was grateful for it now though, I didn't know how I'd fit into that tiny gown.

"Andrew ordered this special." Deacon assured, probably reading my expression.

"Let's hope it fits." I smiled making my way to him. I grabbed his shoulders as he held the gown open for me to step into. He stood and lifted it while I put my arms through the dainty spaghetti straps. The dress was a dark red soft satin.

Deacon made his way behind me and zipped the gown. It tightened around my breasts and belly but hung loose around my calves and ankles.

I held Deacon's hand and walked to the mirror. My eyes widened briefly. I didn't think I could look good in a dress while pregnant. But I felt like I was glowing. The dark red had my skin sparkling and emphasized my sun kissed glow. Plus I didn't do half bad on my hair and makeup.

"You look stunning." Deacon breathed, pulling me close to him. I smiled and touched his matching silk tie.

"Did Andrew do this too?" I asked with a smile.

"I let him pick the tie, that's it." He smirked. I pulled him down by his shoulders and gave him a soft kiss, making sure my red lips didn't smudge.

"Hour tops, then I get to take this off of you." He spoke lustfully, holding my belly and sliding his other hand down my back to my ass. I thought I was the horny one. Deacon was constantly trying to make love to me. He was always so gentle and loving and slow. As much as I enjoyed it I did miss his aggression in the bedroom. The way he'd hold me down, forcing me to take all of him at a deep hard pace that was almost unbearable, causing orgasm after orgasm... I pressed my thighs together thinking about it. I was excited to get this baby out.

"Are you wet?" He whispered. My eyes widened.

"Don't be ashamed love." He smirked. He made his way behind me, unzipping my dress letting me step out of it.

"We're gonna be late." I warned him. He laid the dress over a chair and I watched him in the mirror as he made his way behind me again.

"I'll be quick." He breathed, sliding my panties down till they dropped to my ankles. He held me against him crossing his arm over my chest  while letting the other hand slide down my tummy and between my thighs.

"Deacon." My breath hitched as I closed my eyes. His fingers ran straight past my clit and pushed my slippery folds until his two fingers were buried deep.

"Open your eyes little one." He growled in my ear. I shook as my knees felt weak, he made sure to hold me up. I did as he said and opened my eyes, staring straight into his yellow ones in the mirror.

"I know exactly how to make you shake." His low whisper tickled my neck. He pushed his fingers deeper and I felt them move to a certain place that made me knees weak again. I moaned and watched as my legs trembled.

"So beautiful." He murmured while kissing my neck. I whimpered as he released me.

"Down on your knees. I want to fuck you in front of the mirror so you can see what I see." His voice sounded more aggressive than usual. I loved it. I got to my knees while he unbuckled his nice slacks. He knelt down behind me and pulled at my hips getting me to arch my back. I arched more for him as I felt the bulb of his erection sliding up and down my hot entrance.