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Touch Me (Hart of Stone Family 5)

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“You do this, Kels, I’m still pursuing a relationship between us. I’ll be relentless, so don’t think this whole keeping things casual is going to work.” I nod my head, not really comprehending what Deke has said, the main reason being that I’m in the process of unwrapping him, finally.

“You hear me, sunshine?” His hands tug on my loose strands until I’m arched back. That doesn’t stop my hands from pulling on the button of his jeans, fumbling until it pops open. The rasp of the zipper hisses out as well as my own breath because I’ve dreamed of this.

“Yeah, okay,” I attempt to appease him as his cock quite literally falls into my hands. I love that Deke goes commando, and when I wrap my fist around his length, my mouth is salivating, ready to lick him from root to tip.

“I’m dead fucking serious, Kels. I’ve held off, given you time. This means something to me, working on this with you.” I know Deke means it. The whole hands-off approach for the past two weeks has given me that signal loud and clear.

“And I hear you loud and clear. Now can I get back to the task at hand, or do you just want blue balls the rest of the night? I’ve gone to bed the past two nights aching to feel you inside of me again. Please don’t deny me this tonight.” I think back to those moments when my fingers were barely taking the edge off, then I’d stomp out of my bed and take a shower, only to use the detachable showerhead to stave off the fire that being around Deke ignites in me. Never mind my toy. Seriously, I had to upgrade. Battery-operated boyfriends are for the birds. Rechargeable toys are where it’s at.

“We’re going back to that. You get me off, I’m going to watch as you get yourself there. I don’t care how it happens. All that matters is that it does, and I’ve got the memory stored forever.” If I were smarter, I’d have ripped my own clothes off as well. Clearly, that didn’t happen. At least I had the forethought of wearing something that can easily be taken off. I press my legs together trying to stave off the hunger he's creating with his words alone, all the while my tongue slides to the underside of Deke’s cock, starting at the root, trailing the vein, feeling it pulse with just the teasing pass.

“Deacon?” I want his attention on what I’m doing, how I’m doing it, and what he’s feeling.

“Yeah, sunshine,” he responds, hip thrusting as I go back down the same way I came up.

“Shut up and let me work.” Finally, he’s quiet. I let out a silent right before I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, using everything I’ve got as I work him in and out of my mouth, each stroke going further and further, but with how thick and long he is, there’s no way all of him will fit inside my mouth, not without me gagging at least. While I’m sure he wouldn’t mind knowing that he’s capable of doing that, it’s not a pleasurable experience that I’d like to partake in. My hands wrap around the part of his length that won’t fit, working in tandem, twisting and turning while his cock moves up and down inside me, sliding up, using the wet remnants left behind by my mouth to give it a slick glide.

“Fucking hell, Kels.” Hands gather my hair that’s gotten in my face. One hand pulls it into a makeshift ponytail, while the other goes to my neck, thumb skimming over my lower neck as if his cock is all the way down there. I’d laugh if I could, but right now, I’m trying to make Deke come while also attempting to do the same for myself. I rub my thighs together, trying to use them to ease the ache that’s building deep inside of me. Not that it’s working too well, but I still keep trying. If I had use of my other hand, I’d have my own pants ripped open, fingers inside of my wetness. That way, we’d both come together. “Move your hand, Kelsey, use it for your own pleasure. I want to come down your throat as you get off, too.” The answers to my prayers. It doesn’t take me but a second to move it from where it was holding me up against Deke’s hip.

“Hmm,” I moan, scraping my bottom teeth on the underside, not too hard and not too lightly. Thank you, younger sister of mine, especially when Deke’s hands tighten in my hair, holding me close. My hand slides inside my shorts, the tips of my fingers grazing my clit so lightly, I swear I’m seeing stars, when in reality it’s the two of us, our eyes locked on one another’s, each of us getting off together if the way he moves his hips says anything about it at least.


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