Deacon (Iron Tzars MC #12) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Tzars MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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Chapter Eleven

Deacon

My phone buzzed where it lay in my jeans pocket on the floor, but I ignored it. I was not starting this second chance I’d been given by making that mistake. Instead, I pulled Apple into my arms and kissed her again.

The feel of her tits mashed against my chest was exquisite. She rubbed herself back and forth slightly, as if unsure what she was feeling, then she shuddered as she moaned in pleasure.

“Christ, Deacon! Your chest hair over my nipples…”

“Yeah? You like that?” I nibbled at her earlobe. “’Cause I bet my beard scrapin’ those pouty nipples would feel just as good.” She let out a startled cry and her whole body stiffened and she broke out into a full body sweat. “You like me talkin’ dirty to you?”

“I love everything you do to me, Deacon. Since the very first time you ever held my hand.” She sounded so young and sweet. Innocent.

Her responses were enthusiastic, always meeting my passion with a fire that only she could ignite within me. I thought her innocence was what made her so eager to explore. Everything was new to her. She hadn’t told me, but I’d known the first time we had sex she’d been a virgin. Maybe not in the technical sense -- women could find alternate means of taking care of that issue if they wanted -- but I’d bet my life she’d never had sex with another man. Might not have even kissed anyone but me. I wasn’t stupid enough to point that out, though.

That was a conversation for another day. You know. After I’d had time to come up with a phrasing that didn’t sound like I thought she was too inexperienced. Right now, the only thing that mattered was Apple, here in this rather austere room, guiding me toward the bed with an impish tug at her lips. Her fingers were warm against mine, her grip firm and promising.

As we approached the bed, she turned and pushed me gently until my knees hit the edge, causing me to sit. She stood between my legs, her hands finding my shoulders to steady herself as she leaned down to kiss me again. The urgency of the moment engulfed us, a fire kindling with every touch and whispered word.

Which was the moment she chose to kneel between my thighs. I nearly shot my load to the ceiling at the sight.

“You really are gonna give me head?”

“Would have the last time if you hadn’t been such a bastard.” I could see the hurt in her eyes even if she did give me a coquettish grin.

“Show me what I would have gotten if I’d been a good boy.” My raspy growl was a direct contrast to my words but I could tell she loved it all. Her skin where she rested her arms on my thighs as she reached for my cock was damp and sticky with sweat. I wanted to collect the moisture by running my tongue over every sweet inch.

Without another word, without ever taking her bright, blue gaze from mine, she lowered her mouth over the head of my cock and down the shaft as much as she could, and sucked.

“Holy Christ!” I gave a sharp shout, my hands going to her head reflexively, my fingers threading in and fisting in the silky gold strands. “What the fuck?” She tried to push back, but there was no way I could move so my hand stayed in her hair. “Don’t fuckin’ move, Apple.” My voice was a husky, strangled growl. “I’m seriously about to blow, so if you want this to continue you need to hold the fuck still!”

Apple’s mouth slid down over my cock and the feeling was nothing short of euphoric. She looked up at me through blonde lashes that fluttered softly, her cheeks hollowing out as she took me in farther, then retreated until only the head was in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of my shaft, making me hiss. She had to feel how desperate I was for her touch. Now, it was my turn to sweat with need and I realized then, I might be as innocent about love as she was about sex. Because this was most definitely not just sex. I’d fucked countless women. Way more than I wanted to think about. Especially now. But none of them made me feel half of what this one slender, innocent woman was doing now.

Her eyes flickered down to my crotch and then back up to meet my gaze again, a challenge in them. She moved her head slowly, relishing the power she had over me as she began bobbing her head on my shaft to the easier pacing I set with my hands guiding her movements. Up and down, teasing me, driving me wild, yet I couldn’t force her to stop altogether. I was incapable of such a move. The warm, wet spit coating her tongue mingled with my pre-cum. I found myself dying to know how sweet the mixture was when I took it straight from her mouth. The thought made me groan loudly.



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