The Man Who Has No Heart (Soulless 2)

It finally emerged…the nicest dick I’d ever seen.

I pushed the boxers until they fell to the floor on their own.

Now, I stared at his dick the way he stared at my tits, like there’d never been anything sexier in my vision. “Jesus…that’s nice.” I breathed through my parted lips, loving the vein up his length, the slightly red crown, the impressive length and size.

His arms moved around my waist, and he pulled me close to him, kissing me again, giving me a slow caress, our hot bodies touching each other bare for the first time. His cock started to ooze with arousal, and if he placed his hand against my sex, he would feel just how soaked I was.

I’d never wanted a man more in my entire life.

My arms hooked around his neck, and I kissed him, feeling my nipples drag against his hard chest as we moved together.

His hands were on my ass again, spreading my cheeks with his fingers, like he was mapping out the way it looked from behind.

I ended the kiss then turned to the bed. I purposely got on all fours and climbed to the headboard so he could get a good view of his favorite feature. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him staring right at it, his dick twitching in reaction.

I moved to my back, supporting the upper part of my body on my elbows.

He followed me, crawling on top of the bed until he was over me, his sexy body making the mattress dip under his manly weight. His eyes were on my face, like he’d stopped thinking about my ass once our eyes were connected.

His knees separated mine, and he brought us close together, his cock pressing right against my wet entrance.

The simple touch was enough to make me moan. I lay back against the pillow, my hands running up his chest, unable to believe this was real…that this man was all mine. “There are condoms in the nightstand…”

He stared at me like those words meant nothing to him, like he didn’t understand why I said them at all. He moved farther on top of me, bringing his face close to mine. “No.” He pushed on the base of his dick, forcing it down so his wet head rubbed against my soaked slit. “I’m not wearing a condom with you.” He started to push inside, slide through my tightness, inch his way closer to my center. “I trust you.”

My hands cupped his neck and the back of his head as I felt him enter me, bare skin on bare skin. I sucked in a harsh breath, my nipples hardening, my skin bubbling with goose bumps. I breathed hard against his mouth as I got another inch…and then another. He sank all the way inside, forcing my tight pussy to open, to welcome the only dick I wanted. When he was buried inside me, taking me with me pure intimacy, I held on to him, breathing roughly against his mouth, my broken soul pieced back together even though he wasn’t the one who’d initially ripped it into pieces. I closed my eyes as I felt him, feeling the wetness in my eyes, feeling the rapid rate of my heart. “Deacon…”

He breathed with me, still as he enjoyed the feeling of our combined bodies, how wet and tight I was. His powerful muscles continued to keep him up as he remained motionless, and he was so full inside me that he wouldn’t have been able to fit if he were any bigger. His eyes locked on to mine, and he looked at me, really looked at me, like it was the first time he really saw the way I felt about him.

My hands slid up his back, and my nails dug into the place where I wanted to anchor.

Then he started to move, rocked into me with slow thrusts that felt so good because our bodies were perfect for each other. His breathing slowed, and he stared at me as he moved, not blinking, just watching, looking at me the way he had so many times, like he didn’t want to close his eyes or look away, like he was in this completely…mind, body, and soul.

I moaned as my body grew wetter, as the emotional connection between our hearts built into a crescendo. I didn’t need much to get off, not when I was already so emotionally invested in this man, so I clawed him harder as I came, squeezing his dick hard as I moaned in his face, coming for him because it didn’t just feel good…but felt right. I was in a euphoric state, having the man I’d wanted with every fiber of my being, finding the peace my soul had been seeking for so long. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew he was the man who would be by my side.