Apartment 4B

Chapter 12 - Deacon

She feels fucking incredible, fuck!!.

Her ass backs up on me, pushing me deeper inside her, as her head flies back to scream out my name once more. Jesus...

It takes everything in me to keep myself from coming at that. The fact I can rip my own name from her lips, and for it to sound like that… Fucking, hell...

She is completely ruining me for any other woman. I seriously don’t care if some of this might be the booze right now for her, a slight lowering of inhabitation as I know she’s far, far from trashed… but I desperately fucking want her… I fucking need her.

My hands grip on to her hips as I pick up my pace, feeling her tighten around me, and knowing she’s damn close to that edge. Hell, I am too… My eyes are glued to her, my mouth slightly agape as I watch her, enjoying every fucking moment of me being inside her. Her knuckles are almost white on the table as her breathing hitches, and she tumbles over, gripping and pulsing around me. Practically milking me for all I’m worth, as I head right over with her.

   
   
    
   
My breathing’s ragged as my hands come to roam around her, before straightening her up to stand in front of me, while I half hold her there. Her eyes are still a little glazed over, a soft smile on her face as one of her hands comes to round my neck. The moment her finger’s dance lightly along the skin there, I close my eyes at the feeling.

It might be because I haven’t let anyone tenderly touch me like that in years, but it just feels so damn good.

My arm tightens around her, feeling her pressed firmly against me, while I turn my head and begin to trail feather light kisses down her neck. Brooke’s head falls back as she lets out the softest groan, and I don’t know what I prefer. Her screaming out my name while I’m buried deep inside her, or her uncontrollable reaction to what I’m doing now…

My eyes flick up to her in the mirror, watching her own eyes close while she enjoys my lips against her neck, and I already want to take her again.

The longer I look at her, taking in every detail of her body, almost burning it to memory, I can feel myself start to harden up once more. I’m fucking insatiable for the woman.

As if hearing my damn thoughts, her back arches. Pushing out that incredible chest, and perfect ass to lean hard into me, hitting me in the damn center. My voice is low, half growled and out of breath already, just by the feel of her.

“You are fucking amazing, Brooke… I already want you again, fuck, I need you again.”

Her head turns to me, her eyes slowly opening but remaining heavy, while her chest begins to fall quicker as her breathing picks up.

“Are you sure? I’ve been known to scratch, and bite..”

Hell, she is fucking perfection.

Her lip comes into nip and despite the desire I see, the sated feeling she’s still living in, I know the fire’s alive inside her. She fucking loves messing with me. However, she picked the wrong night to though.

My mind is down, rolling, and loving the gutter right now.

“You will fucking crawl, and beg too, but right now I want you on that damn bed. Sprawled out, and waiting for me.”

Her eyes widen, and it’s the sexiest thing as she opens her mouth again, having me spinning her instantly. My arm wraps around her waist as her legs wrap around mine, and I walk her backwards towards the bed, half watching for that fucking rug. If I trip while carrying her, I am taking her down in a tangled heap right now.

Her back’s barely hit the bed, and my hands are sliding up her legs to eliminate the damn fabric away from my intended target, before hooking my arms around her thighs. Her hair fans out around her as I rip her to the edge of the mattress, my knees half giving out on me and my need to have her once more. It’s like music to my ears when she gasps out as I lower my head, her hands coming down to pull through and grip into my hair. Her words just now still ringing in my ears, while I make her scream my name so hard the damn heavens can hear her.

“You better take me then..”

Oh, I fucking intend too..