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.”

now coming in heavy bursts 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 a low moan, I welcome this aggressive

feel his heartbeat against me, moving just as fast as mine. He seems so confident, but his

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 give me plenty of room to work as I unzip his jeans and slip my hand into his

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

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 deep, masculine growl that sends goose

a rag doll, being bent and positioned roughly. This wild side of him is such a turn on, and I realize the difference between a boy and a man are

this, but the intense look on his face lets me know he likes what he sees and all I want to do is please him, so I make sure not to curl in on myself like I want. I stay open to him, let

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