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him.
    His kiss started surprisingly tender, just a slow brush of the lips. Our mouths moved in bigger circles and his tongue flitted out. It was a big thing, so full of power. No wonder he was so confident.
    The creak between my legs dawned into an ache. My body flushed. God, I really was going to get fucked. Everything he’d promised would come true.
    How had I ever doubted my surrender?
    He tasted the change on me. His tongue dove harder into my mouth. His hands curved around me, cupping my head, grabbing my rear. He kneaded my ache wider, making space for his hot hard, arrival. My panties moved wet along my slit as I spread to his touch.
    His mouth began nibbling its way down my shoulder. His stubble rasped my tender skin, and the itch just made me more raw, more bare to him. He kissed my neck and his hard cheeks pressed into mine. Everything about him dominated everything about me.
    A sudden fire erupted inside me. He had not won me. I wanted this.
    I pressed into his lust, as if that was a protest. As if I wasn’t just a fly succumbing to a spider: paralyzed, liquefying, ready to be consumed.
    My sweater and shirt lifted over my head before I realized it was happening.
    He scooped me up and set me on the back of a couch. His hard jaw landed between my covered breasts and he kissed my way off them. Just the sight of that powerful face at work on my lush flesh started me moaning. My voice wasn't mine anymore.
    Then, his mouth landed on my nipple. I grabbed clumps of his thick hair and shuddered under his wet, suckling ecstasy.
    “That’s right, darlin',” he said solemnly, shifting to my other breast. “Sing for me.”
    “Oh you bastard,” I sighed, and then my world went white as he clenched my nipple with his lips. He swirled his tongue hard and rough, making me peal like a bell, before lifting off.
    “Can’t say I’ve ever heard that number,” he smiled up at me.
    I tugged him back towards my mouth. He shot up with fresh hunger. I shrieked as kissed me almost horizontal over the couch back. Only his arm around my back held me up. A thrill ran down my spine mingling with my ache below.
    Then, his hand left. I toppled back over the couch. He caught my legs and I hung there in an arch, looking out at the twinkling city suspended over a land of grey clouds. Blinding lightning arced off in the distance. The world was as wild and unreal as what was happening here.
    There was a tightness as my jeans were shrugged off, and then my panties came off, and I was bare. I shivered, as the cool air hit my wetness, and again as Deacon’s hot breath blew it away.
    “Oh my,” Deacon threatened above me. “That berry looks ripe. Am I your first?”
    “Don’t flatter your- ahhh.”
    His tongue shoved into me sharply. It was a monstrous thing that flexed and spread in ways that made no sense. The ache swelled into a monumental longing to be filled deeper. The more the thing plunged in, the harder I wanted it.
    His lips moved brusquely on my entrance, hitting my sensitive nub, harder and faster until everything was just wet hot pleasure. I gasped out at the upside down city, so far away. The lights twinkled wider and wider until the whole room glowed white. Even the lightning strikes didn't come through.
    His hand came down, clenched my breast. His finger flicked my nipple. My body was a ball of current. I shook under his attention, but that just brought me closer into his mouth. His tongue furrowed me deep. I couldn't handle it anymore.
    Thunder clapped outside. I shattered.
    “Oh, Jesus.” I twisted, and shook, trying to fall out of his grip. Instead he raised me higher into.
    “Where you heading off to, honey? Polite ladies take care of those who take care of them.”
    Gasping, I lifted my head and saw his gorgeous face, wet and glistening. Was that all me? Could there really be that much in me?
    “My turn?” I panted, still lost. “My mouth?'
    His smile tightened. “There’ll be time for that later. I’ve