Deacon (The Sovereign Mountain, #3)

by Raya Morris Edwards

Until now, I’ve been so busy trying to survive that I haven’t had any time to do more than look at women. Turns out, women are so much better in real life. I’ve never experienced intimacy before, and I can’t get enough of skin on skin. They’re soft, they’re sweet, and God, do they feel good when they come on my dick. Even that pales in comparison, though, when I figure out they’ll let me put my head between their legs. That’s better than liquor, maybe better than barrel racing. I have a new purpose in life. I’m good at two things: making women come and raising the best barrel racers in the state of Montana. It tracks that Henderson can do neither. When he finds out I’m fucking his ex, he’s livid. So, I fuck all the rest of them.

“I won’t hurt her, I promise. Whose ribbon is that?” She frowns, following where I point. “Freya’s. She left it here.” “Mine now.” I shove it in my pocket and grab the coffee. “Thanks.”

Maybe I could do it right this time. I know I’m rough, too old for her. But maybe if I do it right this time and don’t come on too strong, I could have a possibility of a relationship. I’ve always been headstrong and brash. It’s how I survived years of being on my own as a child. Those walls keep me safe. But they’ve also kept people out. I don’t want that anymore. I have a dark empty house. I want a wife, I want kids. I think I want her specifically.

I put the ribbon beneath my pillow because I don’t want her scent to wear off in my pocket.

Maybe that’s the root of why I haven’t talked to her yet. She’s sweet, she goes to church, she works at a café where she makes pastries all day. I’m not her kind of man. Yet, here I am, thinking about what she’d look like suspended naked from my ceiling.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper. He swings his head around, like he’s surprised. “I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart,” he says. I shift, pushing my back against the door. “That’s what somebody who was going to hurt me would say,” I manage. He lets out a quiet sigh. “Open the glove box,” he says. “There’s a gun in there. Shoot me if I try to hurt you.”

Then, he pulls a black cowboy hat from the backseat. Before I can move, he puts it on my head. There’s a second where he looks at me too long, like this means something. “Keep the rain off your face,” he says.

God, she’s perfect. I think I’ll keep her.

“Is Aiden a problem that needs handling?” I blurt out. She sets the phone down. “Why?” I shrug. “If Aiden’s a problem for you, I can handle that problem.”

“What are you saying?” she whispers. I set the mugs in the sink and turn, wiping my hands dry on the towel. “I mean, if he’s putting his hands on you, I don’t mind putting a fence stake in his head.”

“Sweetheart, you’re fucking tight. We’re going slow,” he says.

He nuzzles my neck, beard rough. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

“Want you to sit on my face, sweetheart,” he says. My stomach drops. I clamp my thighs shut and push up on my elbows. “What?” He shakes his head once. “Been thinking about it. I want you to put that pretty cunt on my face, suffocate me. I see you riding your hips and thighs up on me, so do it with my head in between them.”

“I will eat your pussy if I have to tie your legs open,” he says, voice harsh. “Not tonight, but I swear, I will.”

“You want to be fucked dirty?” he presses. Flushed, wet, my pussy spread for him, I nod hard. The corner of his mouth turns up and, in one movement, he slides an arm under me and flips me onto my hands and knees. The wind knocks from me. I don’t have time to recover before his hand goes to the back of my head. His fingers fist in my hair, dragging my head back. I see myself reflected a dozen times in the mirrors inlaid in the headboard. I’ve never seen myself so desperate. “Let’s fuck then, sweetheart.”

My hand looks wrong on her waist. She’s better than I deserve, but I’m just fucked up enough to go through with this, from beginning to end.

This feels like pussy I won’t be able to give up. Not that I mean to. No, I already got a room in my house waiting for her. This is just the first step in making her stay.

“Look at you,” I murmur, transfixed. “Look at that fucking pussy.”

And when I look down, the way that perfect ass shakes and that pussy just takes me as I use it… It’s too much. There’s nothing left in my head. I’m just pounding blood and desire.

should ask if she wants me to pull out. But I don’t. Instead, I shove my cock so deep inside her, I can feel her cervix push back, and I come hard. The feeling is euphoric. Not once have I fucked a woman without a condom. Now, here I am, balls deep with nothing between us, emptying every drop of cum into her cunt.

Physically, I’m satisfied, but the rest of me is already wondering how I can get my mouth on her pussy. Slowly, I push myself upright. She sniffs, lifting her head. My cock is still hard, and she winces as I pull it out. A bit of my cum drips down her swollen pussy and hits the bed. I swipe it with my finger and put it back inside.

This man is feral

“I know you don’t want me putting my mouth on your pussy, but I want to touch it,” I say. “All you have to do is lay back and spread those perfect legs.” Her breath hitches, eyes glittering.

All I can think is…I need more. My eyes fall on the floor, where her flannel shirt and panties lie. Head blank, I pick up her panties, flip them over to the strip of fabric where her pussy sits, and push them against my face. That’s what I need more of.

This is all I’ve ever wanted—the little sigh she lets out in her sleep as I pull her into my arms, the feeling of peace as her curves fit perfectly against my body. There’s no going back for me. She’s worth everything I’m going to do to make her mine.

“You look me in the eyes when you’re on my cock,” he says.

“God, that’s a tight little pussy,” he groans.

“That’s right, sweetheart, you come on my cock.”

“And?” I press. He pours a second shot and hands it over. “I’m gonna fuck you good and hard, sweetheart, so keep your head on straight for it.”

“Can’t get you out of my head,” he says, voice hoarse. “Spread your legs for me.”

Her body fights me, and it triggers something deep inside that makes me want more. I’m so fucked up. I hoped she wouldn’t see this side, but God, I want to chase her, to drag her down and fuck her on the stone floor. I want her to beg me to stop while she comes around my cock.

I want to see this thing that’s haunted me slip into the soft heat of her cunt. The worst and best things in the world, intertwined. Slowly, I drag it down to her opening and press it in. Her body responds, shuddering, but keeping still. There’s nowhere for her to go at this angle. I have all the power. “Is that—” “A fence stake? Yeah,” I murmur, fascinated by how she takes it.

Wtfff

“What was that?” she whispers. I run my lips over her forehead, pushing my face into her hair. “You.” “What?” My grip intensifies, digging into her soft curves. “You. You fuck me up, sweetheart.”

“Is that how you get all your women?” I ask. He leans in and gives me those big, dark puppy eyes. “I don’t have women, sweetheart. I just got you.”

“Fuck, you’re a tight little thing,” he says under his breath.

“Fuck,” he groans from between his teeth. “Goddamn, that’s good.”

We shake hands. I wonder if part of him knows I’m putting his stepdaughter through the mattress every opportunity I get, but I doubt he does.

My land is the only thing I’ve ever had. It’s where I fantasized about bringing Freya. Figuring out what makes her tick, what makes her fall for me. Coaxing her into marrying me, having babies with her, filling the empty house with a world we make together.

I’ve got a knife in my pocket and a gun hanging on the holster behind my headrest, but I’m craving the crunch of cartilage under my fist.

There’s a boutique there, and I ordered something a few weeks ago. I got a text this morning saying it was ready to pick up. Before I give somebody a beat down, I need to get it.

Not him picking up his girls lingerie before he bout kills someone

I’d pay a heavy price for beating the shit out of Aiden.

I’m not here to fistfight this asshole for encroaching on my land. I’m here to humiliate him for the way Freya goes pale when she hears his name.

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m already on my way.”

“I’m gonna go hard on you, sweetheart,” I say, my voice rough. “You have to use your words if you want it to stop.”

Omfgg i cant wait

His hand comes up and cradles my face. “You’re a desperate whore when you want it,” he says. The bottom falls out of my stomach, and at the same time, my body is flooded with arousal so strong, I want to whimper. “What…did you call me?” I whisper. He digs his fingers into my hair. “Whore. My whore.”

“Open your fucking legs,” he orders, “you pretty, filthy whore.”

“Yes, sir,” I gasp. He rumbles, I feel it against my back. He grips my right breast, circling it with his thumb. Then, he spanks it, a little slap that goes right down to my pussy. “You call me daddy, sweetheart,” he says. “At least when I’ve got my cock this far up your cunt.”

Holy hell

“Tell me you’re my whore,” he orders. “I’m your whore,” I gasp. “What do you call me?” That gives me pause. His hips are going so slow now, just a drawling thump, a second of reprieve, then another thump that makes my stomach swoop. I swallow. His dark eyes are glowing coals, a warning in them. “I’m your whore, daddy,” I whisper. “Say it out loud, or I’ll put you on your knees and fuck it out of you,” he says. He ruts his hips, and there’s a hint of cruelty in them. “I’m your whore, daddy,” I gasp out. “Good fucking girl.”

Pain explodes over my ass, and I hear the crack of his palm. Stars pop in my eyes. Then, I hear him spit, and it hits my lower back.

I circle the car, pulling open her door. “Come on, sweetheart, jump in my arms and I’ll carry you. Ground’s muddy.”

“I’m going to eat you out to warm you up. Then, I’ll ride you harder than you’re used to, sweetheart. Understood?” She nods. “Out loud,” I say. “Yes, daddy.”