Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"What are you thinking?" Deacon asks.
"That I should finish filing those receipts," I lie. "You have to go hunt Bambi or something so you can feed me dinner."
He narrows his eyes on me. "Or I can feed you my cock. It should keep that smart mouth full."
"Probably," I agree. "But the rumors about all the protein in semen are just a myth, Deacon. It's not nearly enough to fill this hole in my belly."
"Jesus Christ," he says, snorting laughter. "Do I even want to know how you know this?"
"Uh, because unlike you, I don't have to wait four hundred years for the internet to load? I can Google things I want to know." I pause, peeking up at him with a devilish smile. "And as it turns out, there are a lot of things I like to know."
He growls at me, dipping his head to press his lips to mine. "Baby? Go file those receipts before I decide to see how much protein I can give you."
"Yes, sir." I hop off his lap, squealing when he smacks my ass. "Hands off, Deacon Cromwell! I have work to do, and you have to feed me."
He rises to his feet, grabbing me before I can get too far. He drags me back into his arms, kissing me breathless. By the time he lets me up for air, I've forgotten all about the receipts and dinner.
Unfortunately, he hasn't.
"Go file, Sunshine. I'll go hunt us up something good to eat." He winks at me and then strolls out of the office, leaving me swooning after him.
"Paul Bunyan, save me," I whisper, sinking down into his chair with my head in my hands. What am I going to do? I'm in love with a mountain man and our relationship was doomed before it ever began.
Chapter Ten
DEACON
"Goddamn, Sunshine," I growl, gripping her hips as I drill into her from behind. "Watching that ass bounce while I'm fucking you might be my new favorite sight." I smack it to watch it jiggle, groaning at how sexy it is. Jesus, she's got the perfect body. Everything about it turns me the hell on. Especially the way she works it when she's on my cock.
"Deacon," she groans, rocking back against me. "Harder."
"I told you already, Sunshine. You don't get to decide how I fuck you. I do." I run my hand down the crevice of her ass, pressing my thumb to her little hole. She whines, pressing back against me.
She's hot for it, the dirty little thing.
I tease her instead of giving her what she wants, pressing against the tight ring of muscle without ever slipping my thumb inside.
She whines impatiently. "Please. Oh, please."
"Please, what, Sunshine? Let me hear you say it." It's fucked up how much I like hearing her say what she wants me to do to her. It's more fucked up how much I like hearing her call me sir when she does it. But she gets off on it just as much as I do. Every night since we came back from the cabins on Sunday, we've fucked and explored and drove each other crazy. There isn't a spot on her body I don't know.
"Please, sir."
"What do you want me to do, Cordelia?"
"Put it in me!" she cries.
"Nu-uh. Not until you tell me exactly what you want me to do."
"Deacon."
I thrust hard, making her moan.
"Please, put your finger in my ass!" she shouts. "Please!"
I growl, pushing it past the tight ring of muscle.
She sobs in ecstasy, rocking back against me. God, she's beautiful like this, spread open to me, completely uninhibited. There isn't a shy bone in her body. She's eager to explore and willing to try anything once, perfect in every way.
"Oh, God, Deacon," she sobs. "Why does that feel so good?"
"Because you belong to me," I growl, torturing her with pleasure. "This perfect cunt and gorgeous ass are mine, Sunshine. Your body is my playground now." I stroke deep, replacing my thumb with two fingers. "I own it."
Her muscles clench around my cock.
"You like knowing that."
"Yes," she whispers.
"Then you'll love knowing this." I lean forward, running my lips up her shoulder blade toward her ear. "You own me too, Sunshine."
"Deacon," she cries, shattering around me.
Her inner walls contract all up and down my shaft. I sink my teeth into her shoulder, groaning as she drags me over the edge with her. My balls ache as they empty into her in hard spurts, filling her womb with my seed.
"Deacon," she chants through it. "Deacon."
I ride her through it, unable to help myself when she feels this good.
Eventually, she collapses beneath me, groaning. I follow her down, rolling us to the side so I can keep my dick in her where it belongs. Like I told her, I don't need a knot. I can breed her just fine like this.