Falling for the Babysitter

Smiling, I take the pillow off of my face when it gets too hot. When I do, I see a dark figure in the doorway and yelp, my heart racing a million miles an hour.

Deacon stands there, a crooked smile on his face. “Hi,” he says.

Flushed, I ask, “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at work?”

I sit up and start to stand, but he says, “No, stay there.”

It feels a little like I’m in trouble. Like when I did something wrong as a kid and I was made to stay on my bed and not move.

“I called in sick,” he says, moving toward the bed. Toward me. My breathing comes faster. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. There’s a connection here. I know you feel it.”

as he leans over me. I nod because my voice is caught in my throat. He grabs my arms and raises them above my head. Letting out

together as if we were made for each other. I can feel his heartbeat against me, moving just as fast as mine. He seems so confident, but his heartbeat suggests he’s nervous too. Or maybe he’s just as excited to be with me as I am to finally be with him. I can’t believe this

intertwine. I slip his shirt over his head, mussing up his hair. His skin is hot to the touch, taut over his muscles. I love the smoothness of him against my fingers. Looking down between us, I see his hard on straining to get out of his jeans. I’m all too eager to help him with that. He raises up to

fear shivers through me when I think about the pain of having sex for the first time. Especially with someone so big. I know it’s not likely, but I can’t help but worry that it won’t

same time I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. His skin is smoldering and silky. I wrap my hand around his massive manhood, slowly stroking. He lets out a

his eyes feral with lust. I’m a rag doll, being bent and positioned roughly. This wild side of him is such a

but the intense look on his face lets me know he likes what he sees and all I want to do

the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he says in a deep, sultry