The Man Who Has No Sight (Soulless 4)

Deacon’s voice floated into the bedroom. “Baby?”

I didn’t expect him to come in so soon. I wanted to pose on the bed when he walked in the door. Now that my plan was ruined, I was a little flustered, my confidence waning. “I’ll be out in a second…”

Deacon didn’t respond. His footsteps were audible, moving around the bed as he undressed and got ready to go to sleep.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before I forced myself to get out there.

I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.

Deacon stood in his boxers next to his nightstand, doing last-minute things on his phone, his handsome face blanketed with the blue light as he finished typing his message. Then he swiped it onto do not disturb and set it on the nightstand. When he turned back to me, his reaction was instant, his jaw slackening in a purely shocked expression. His eyes immediately dropped from my face, moving down over my slender waist and to the garters that attached to my stockings. Like the image overloaded his mental faculties, he stared, unable to process the sight before him.

That chased away all my shyness. Now I felt beautiful, not like I was trying too hard. He liked it, so I liked it, and that confidence allowed me to walk to him, my curled hair down over my shoulders and chest.

His eyes were still down, looking at my body, darkening like he had one thing on his mind. His black boxers tightened, and the outline of his dick was instantly noticeable, because he went from soft to hard in five seconds.

My hands touched his bare chest, my eyes on his lips.

He lifted his gaze and looked at me, his hands immediately gripping my waist and giving me a squeeze, hard and aggressive.

I moved into him and pressed my lips to his, giving him a gentle embrace, a seductive kiss even though he’d clearly had enough foreplay just from looking at me.

Instantly, his hand was in my hair, his other hand gripping my ass. He moved me backward, kissing me hard, breathing deeply into my mouth with an audible moan. He was aggressive and forceful, like a man who just wanted to fuck as soon as possible.

That was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to feel sexy, not beautiful. I wanted to feel like a hot piece of ass, a woman he wanted to fuck like he didn’t give a damn about her. I loved it when we made love, but I knew he was a man who wanted more, a man who wanted to fuck me like a whore he paid a fortune to screw.

He guided me back to the bed then lifted me onto the edge of the mattress. He quickly pushed his boxers over his length, letting his throbbing cock come free, the thick vein running up the base, his crown swollen and anxious.

He grabbed my hips, dragged my ass over the edge, and then gripped my inner thighs, pressing them back and opening my legs, folding me until I was in the perfect spot so he could fuck hard and fast.

When I was in the right position, his dick slammed inside, a moan coming from his lips.

I whimpered slightly but swallowed it, staying quiet even though Derek’s bedroom was on the opposite end of the house.

He fucked me deep and hard like I expected, looking down at me like he owned me, like he possessed my body and could do whatever the fuck he pleased. “Baby…fuck.” He bucked his hips at an incredible pace, slamming into me and making his balls tap against my ass every single time. “Fuck, this is good pussy.”

My fingers gripped his wrists, and I felt my body shake forward and back, my tits shifting in the lace, my lips pressing tightly together to stay quiet even though I’d never been fucked this hard in my life. I bit my bottom lip and just took it, listening to him breathe hard and grunt. Watching the way he wanted me, seeing the way he desired me and loved me at the same time, sent me into a climax that made my eyes water, my throat drowning in the moan I tried to suppress.

He gripped my hips and ass and kept me in place as he kept going, his body working up a sweat because he fucked me with incredible speed and endurance. The muscles of his eight-pack became tighter, and his skin had a slight tint of red because of all the blood pumping. He reached up without breaking his stride and tugged the top of the teddy down, setting my tits free. Then he came with a groan, as if his son was completely forgotten. He pressed himself inside me fully, making me wince as he dropped his load. He filled me until he was finished then abruptly pulled out. “Turn over.”