First Date

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*

Deacon

Even though I had a late night, I still had to come to HQ today for a short shift, managing the recruits who are trying out for thirty-squad, which is my motherfucking squad. Usually, Carter handles them but I did him another fucking solid since the bastard was hungover this morning. My first date is with Myla tonight and it's the only fucking thing I've been able to think about since our little erotic tinder date we had last night.

"Fuck, she was perfect in every sense of the damn word."

"Uh, dad, who are you talking to?"

I pull my shirt over my head and turn around to see my son standing there, changing out of his gym clothes. He came along with me this morning to work out in our gym, he usually does when he's not with his friends or out of school.

"Myself, that's who."

"Why does it sound like you're hung up on some girl?"

"There's no girl, Trav. Not anyone that you need to worry about, bud"

"But, there is a girl you're saying?"

I sigh, knowing he's not gonna give up anytime soon. He's fucking persistent like his fucking old man.

"I've been talking to someone, son, but it's still very new and there's nothing to worry about right now."

"If you say so. Too bad my teacher wasn't a little bit older, I think she'd be perfect for you, dad."

"Ha, no fucking thank you, buddy. She's probably nothing like my type."

"Still, she's gorgeous, dad. I still don't know why you haven't met her yet, it's been over a year that she's been teaching me."

I slam my locker shut a little too loud which makes him jump. I get close to him and ruffle his fucking hair like I used to do when he was smaller. Usually, he fucking pulls away but this time he doesn't.

"We talk constantly through email. I just haven't felt the need to meet her. I know she's doing a fucking great job with you. I guess if you want me to meet her sometime, then that can be arranged, Travis."

"Yeah, maybe. whatever."

He turns around once he's back in his regular outfit and walks out of the room, leaving me confused as shit by his nonchalant attitude about it now, when he was just fucking giving me shit for it a second ago. My phone vibrates in my hand and I smile, hoping it's fucking Myla.

"Morning, officer."

"Good fucking morning, little one."

"I can't wait to see you tonight, daddy"

"No. Don't fucking call me daddy, Myla; not unless I tell you to."

I reread the message and notice the harshness of it and immediately send another reply back, to try and fix the shit storm I might've just fucking created.

"I didn't fucking mean it like that, Myla. I'm sorry for being so harsh. I'm at work and calling me daddy is only gonna fucking set me off with a raging fucking boner... call me officer, little one."

"Sorry, officer. I didn't mean it lol"

"Now you fucking know lol... What are you doing?"

"I have a quick tutoring session in about an hour, then I guess just waiting patiently for tonight."

"Have fun, little one."

I walk through HQ with Travis, staring down at my fucking phone like I'm a fucking teenager or something; this girl has that effect on me, though. It's not until Travis and I step out of the building, that I put my fucking phone away and notice the fucking little shit staring at me like I have two fucking heads or something. I keep walking to my car, ignoring his little fucking murmurs behind my back. I'm not ready to be open with him about my personal life too much just fucking yet. We still don't talk about why his mother left and where she is; he hasn't asked and I haven't fucking brought it up. How am I supposed to tell my fucking son about my dom life, or that I almost got him and his mother killed and that's one of the reasons that she left, or how I prefer to date younger girls? Travis asked to get dropped off at a friend's house, so thinking ahead, I asked if he could stay the night. I'm not fucking having Myla back to my place just yet, so I figured we'd meet at a hotel and get a room, a nice expensive one. It's not that I don't want her at my house, it still is our first date and don't want her to feel stuck or uncomfortable, any fucking thing like that. Ever since my ex wife left, no other fucking woman has stepped foot in my fucking house. That is, except for Travis' tutor, Miss Harrington. I don't like people knowing where I live mainly for safety reasons. I know fucking firsthand what can happen to loved ones and I'd be damned if I fucking put anyone through that shit ever fucking again, especially Myla.

I pull up to my house and step out of my Jag, hitting the slick black remote to lock it as I cautiously walk to my fucking front door. As always, I scan my surroundings, making sure I'm not being fucking watched before I enter the fifteen-digit code to unlock my house. I don't fucking use keys. When it clicks and the door pops open, I enter the house and lock it right up behind me, leaving my damn boots in the fucking foyer with my work duffle. I disarm myself when I walk into my bedroom, going right to the safe, unlocking it, and placing my work gun inside with my other personal ones. I take my chrome Glock instead, deciding this is the fucking one I'll take along with me on my fucking date tonight. You never know when you're gonna need one, for both business and fucking pleasure. However, it's way to fucking early for any gunplay or knife play with Myla. I'll introduce her to it slowly over time. Before I shower and get ready for my date, I need to figure out the fucking details for tonight, making sure Myla gets them in time and if she'll be okay with the fucking place I pick. I send a brief message to Myla, informing her of the details.

"Tonight, little one, meet me at the Hilton at eight o'clock sharp. Don't fucking be late."

"Great choice, Deac! I'll be there on time, don't worry."

"That makes fucking two of us, Myla."

Once all is said and done, and we have a location and a time for our damn date, that's when the fucking nerves start to overtake every part of my fucking body and start making me feel fucking nervous for the first time in a long motherfucking time.

"Hey, dress shopping for tonight and I wanted to know if there was anything special you wanted me to wear for you, Deacon."

"Fuck, yeah. Wear a fucking gold dress and make sure that it's a short one, Myla."

"Oh, and one more thing before I let you go... Don't wear any fucking panties tonight, little one. I don't need any fucking thing getting in my damn way."

"Yes, officer..."

When the time comes for me to start getting ready, my fucking nerves are shot. It's my first fucking date in over a decade, and as fucking corny as this shit sounds, I really want it to go fucking perfectly. I don't even know what you're supposed to be doing on a fucking first date anymore. I don't think our fucking date is gonna be anywhere near normal, though, not like a real first date, especially if we're already talking about fucking each other. Good old fucking tinder, though, am I right? As much as I fucking hated Carter and fucking bitched at him for downloading the fucking app onto my phone, and even making me a fucking profile, I have to fucking admit that he did me a fucking solid and might have just helped me find my perfect match. I shake my head, trying to rid the dirty thoughts about Myla that keep flooding my dark motherfucking mind. I take my black suit off the hanger and carefully slip right into it, making sure the creases are fucking smoothed out in all the right fucking places. I grab my lucky cufflinks and put them on my sleeves, tie my black tie fucking perfectly and slide my golden clip right up to the center of it. I finish off with my suit jacket, fucking smoothing it out as well before slipping into my black shoes. My eyes dart to the black, silk handkerchief on my dresser. I smile and grab it eagerly, fold it fucking very neatly and slip it into my top pocket, making the perfect fucking pocket square that ties my whole fucking outfit together. I do a double take in the mirror hanging in my bathroom, just to make fucking sure I look good enough for tonight; it's an hour away.

The fucking jitters I had are gone now, thanks to a fucking Zanex and drinking a couple fucking glasses of the good scotch I keep on hand. My boy is at his damn friend's house tonight so there's nothing I have to worry about here. The only thing I need to focus on is Myla, and my cock is already fucking hard just thinking about her in that fucking short, gold dress with no panties on, giving me easier fucking access to her pretty little pussy I've been dying to fucking get into; I fucking will succeed in that tonight, though. I make sure to spray my fucking cologne and pat the back of my ears and my neck before grabbing my fucking chrome Glock and tucking it between my fucking waistband, slipping out of my room, then shutting and locking every fucking thing down.

I figured I'd show up early so I can see her walk through the fucking doors. I want her to take my goddamn breath away; I know she will. I walk right through the golden doors of the hotel and check into my room before anything. I scan the fucking lobby of the hotel and see no fucking sign of Myla yet, so I decide to head to the fucking bar to get me a motherfucking drink. After ordering a drink, I sit and wait here, fucking staring back and forth at the fucking door and my drink like a fucking paranoid psycho. I crack my achy knuckles and sip on my scotch, taking it easy knowing Myla is around the fucking corner. Sure enough, minutes later, I hear the clicking of heels on the hotel's marble floor, and look up to see a fucking stunning, petite blonde with big tits and a perfect fucking ass, walking slowly toward me in the short ass gold dress I fucking told her to wear.

Her ocean-blue eyes lock onto mine and I stand as If I'm fucking hypnotized, walking toward her and meeting her halfway. My cock grows hard immediately, pressing painfully against the back of my zipper of my slacks, but I keep my eyes on hers, stopping when we're fucking mere inches apart. She sucks in a fucking breath and chews on her plump bottom lip as her eyes start to fuck me from head to fucking toe, starting a fiery fucking stir within my veins, making desire fucking burn through me like molten lava like I'm about to fucking erupt any fucking second.

"Myla, you're fucking absolutely stunning..."

She fucking blushes, making her golden cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and it's right now that I'm fucking well aware of the huge fucking age gap between us; it doesn't matter to me one fucking bit, though.

"Deacon, I.. I don't know what to say. Uhm, thank you. You look handsome, like a damn silver fox."

"A silver fox, huh? I fucking like that. It's so good to finally meet you, Myla..."

I step into her personal space and to my chagrin, she doesn't fucking back away or even fucking flinch. She lets me reach up and cup her soft, shimmery cheek witht he palm of my hand, and she even leans into it a little bit, letting out a fucking quiet, subtle moan that sounds like a goddamn sigh.

"Deacon..."

"Myla?"

No fucking words are spoken between us, all we can do is stare at each other while we stand in the fucking hotel's lobby. She looks even fucking better in person; her ocean-blue eyes pop even more than in the fucking pictures she sent me. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back and frames her beautiful face perfectly. She's fucking taller than I thought she'd be, however, she's still a fucking petite little thing, even in those fucking black, six-inch heels she's wearing; a petite little thing I'm gonna fucking love throwing over my shoulder and having my fucking way with, that's for damn sure.

"Do you want to grab a drink, Myla?"

"Yeah, let's do that." She says shyly as I take the lead.

I take her tiny, perfectly fucking manicured hand and hold it in mine, leading her over to the bar where I was waiting for her to arrive. We sit down beside each other, so fucking close that our legs are touching underneath the bartop, but she doesn't pull away and neither do I.

"What are you drinking, beautiful?" I say in a calm but deep tone.

"Hmm, I'll go with a dirty martini, please."

There's a sexual comment there, but I refrain from fucking blurting it out, trying my fucking hardest to not make her uncomfortable. So far so good, though; she hasn't run the fuck away yet. All is quiet when we receive our drinks and take the first few sips, allowing the alcohol to do it's fucking job and warm us both up on the fucking inside. It's gives her the boost of liquid courage she desperately fucking needed. I can't help but fucking stare at Myla as she sits beside me with her little fucking thigh against mine, wearing the little golden dress I told her to fucking wear. My dirty fucking mind keeps taunting me, wondering if she's wearing any fucking panties; wondering if she fucking listened to my instructions. I catch her staring at me through her hooded, lustful eyes as she bats her goddamn long, dark lashes, and licks her shiny, pouty lips, noticing she has her fucking tongue pierced. My fucking cock grows even harder in my slacks, screaming at me to fucking set it free; down boy, not fucking yet. She polishes off her first drink and leans into me, boldly whispering in my fucking ear.

"I'm not wearing any panties, Deacon..."

I turn to face her, giving her a fucking dark, sadistic grin, thinking about all the damn ways I can make her cum; they weigh fucking heavy in my mind.

"Ah, so you fucking listened to me after all? I'm proud, but fucking prove it, Myla."

She reaches under the bar and takes my right hand with her left, slides it up her soft fucking thigh and right under her damn dress. She puts it higher, right fucking between her legs, and swipes my hand right across the bare mound she's hiding, which I can already fucking feel is wet. Goddamnit... I suck in a deep breath and growl out through fucking gritted teeth as my motherfucking cock twitches once again. She takes her hand off of mine but leaves mine up her dress, and hey, I'm not fucking complaining.

"Good fucking girl."

She giggles and blushes, and it's fucking adorable, but of course, my fucking mind goes to "is she too damn young for me?" and the damn annoying thought keeps invading my head and fucking with my confidence. I can't take my fucking eyes off of hers and neither can she. She's like something you wanna fucking stare at but you know you fucking shouldn't; I can't look the fuck away. Her blue eyes fucking hypnotize me and I'm loving every motherfucking second of it. I give her a dark, smoldering look that probably makes her clit tingle and her sweet fucking arousal soak the inside of her tiny thighs. My damn hand resting on her bare pussy isn't helping the fact either, but I refuse to fucking move it. I want her fucking soaked; I want her dripping fucking wet for me. She was fucking nervous when she arrived and saw how I look in person, but after her third fucking drink, she's loosening the fuck up and feeling more comfortable in her skin. This damn girl brings a sense of fucking comfort that I've never felt and I hate to fucking say it, but I think I'm already starting to fucking fall for her.

"How are you feeling, little one?"

She loves it when I fucking call her that; I can fucking tell. Her cheeks blush and I watch her chest rise and fall as she bats her beautiful fucking eyes at me again and again, torturing me to my motherfucking core.

"Much better, Officer..."

She over annunciates the fucking word "officer", letting it roll off the tip of her fucking tongue in a purr-like whisper, making my eyes turn dark and my gaze pierce right fucking through her. She shivers even though she's not fucking cold as I inch my fingers deeper between her fucking legs, grazing them over her wet folds, teasing her in the damn process. I prop my elbow on the bar and reach my hand over to her face, taking my thumb and gliding it across her fucking parted bottom lip.

"So, Myla, tell me something..." I ask in a curious tone, keeping my eyes on hers.

"And what's that, Deacon?"

"Are you ready to go to our fucking room?"

She smiles at the word "our" and nods her fucking head eagerly as I pull my thumb away from her mouth and my hand out from under her fucking dress, making her suddenly miss the comforting touch of my warm fucking hand .

"Yeah, Deacon, I'm ready."

As soon as the words leaver her fucking mouth, I take her hand and throw a hundred down on the bar for the tender who made our drinks, and anxiously stand, pulling Myla right up with me. It's been a long fucking time since I've dated, but not too long since I've fucked someone. However, tonight I'm not just fucking Myla. No. I'll take it easy with her and savor every fucking inch of her body. I'll rip her to fucking shreds when I make her cum and I'll fuck the blue right out of her fucking pretty little eyes. I'll fuck her until she can't fucking move; until she can't fucking breathe... I'll fucking annihilate her little pussy and make her feel like a motherfucking virgin again. I casually drag her along beside me, holding her small hand tightly in mine as we anxiously make our way to the elevator and step right in. I hit number seven- my lucky fucking number, and wait until the doors close before I have Myla pinned to the wall of the elevator with my fucking body pressed against hers. I cup her cheek and lift her jaw to meet my damn eyes; they fucking sparkle when she locks onto mine. I know she can feel how fucking hard my cock is for her; it's pressing against her stomach and twitching when I lean into her fucking lips.

"Kiss me, Deacon."

She purrs out in another fucking whisper and grabs the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer and closing the fucking gap between us. The instant my fucking lips touch hers, a shockwave reverberates through me, fucking igniting the smoldering fire that lies deep within my fucking core, deep within my damn soul. Her lips feel like fucking heaven against mine as I find myself slipping my tongue through her pouty, parted lips and gliding it around hers gently. She follows my lead and kisses me back, allowing our tongue to fucking tangle wildly, in a desperate, fiery dance. A quiet, angelic moan escapes from her fucking throat, but I catch it in my mouth as I grab the back of her fucking head and yank her closer to me, deepening the kiss until my damn tongue toys with the very back of her throat. Her small eager hands run up the sides of my fucking body, slowly making their way ro my abdomen, where she grips my fucking shirt in her fists and practically fucking melts into me. Of course, the fucking elevator stops and the doors slide open, forcing us apart. She wipes her pretty little lips and removes the smeared lipstick around them, takes my fucking hand, and we walk out of the elevator and down the hall to our suite. We stop at the door at the end of the hall and give each other a fucking look as I take my keycard out of my pocket and slip it into the slot; it signals a green light, making the door pop the fuck open. My heart beats so fucking hard, it feels like it's gonna fucking bust through my goddamn chest. I look at her and fucking smile, knowing I have to ask her again, just to make sure this is what she fucking wants too. There's no going back once we fucking step beyond the threshold of the fucking room. I take my finger and drag it teasingly across the spot just below her tits, where my hand comes to rest on her hip.

"Are you sure you want me to take you into this fucking room, Myla? Because once we're inside, there's no more mr fucking nice guy... I'll fuck you until you can't remember your own damn name and the only one you'll be fucking screaming is mine... I'll destroy you, Myla, and make your pussy feel like it's never fucking felt before. Once we go inside this fucking room, you're ass is mine, little one. Are you sure you're ready to be fucking ruined?"

She swallows hard but answers with such fucking confidence, that I almost cum in my fucking pants when she speaks.

"Ruin me, Deacon... I'm ready."

That's all she had to say before I push her into the fucking room and let the door slam behind us. My hands grip her tight little ass and cup it as I walk her backward toward the fucking bed, locking my lips on hers yet again and this time, not holding a fucking thing back. We fucking kiss each other like we're starving, devouring every fucking inch of the other's mouths as we rip at our clothes and try to take them off in a fucking hurry. I pull my lips from hers and take a small step back, wondering if I'm fucking playing this whole thing the right way. I don't want to fucking rush it, I want to take my fucking time with her, burning the memory of me ravaging her tight little pussy into my brain. I look at her glossy fucking eyes and find myself getting fucking lost in them; like she's got me under a fucking spell or something. When I go to take my pants off, my fingers brush against my Glock tucked into my waistband. Myla's eyes dart to it immediately and then back up to mine, and she shows off a perfect fucking smile as she playfully bites her damn lip, torturing me.

"You brought your gun?"

"I don't go anywhere without the fucking thing, little one...You'll see why soon enough."

She shoots me a curious fucking look and I reply to her with a wink as I push my fucking pants down and step out of them, standing in my tight ass boxer briefs. She sits on the fucking bed in that goddamn dress, giving me that fucking look like she wants me to rip her to shreds. It's time to show her who her fucking daddy really is.

"Stand up for me, little one, and take your fucking dress off." She does and quickly starts to remove it, but I immediately stop her.

"Slowly." I growl out in a deep, commanding tone.

"You sure know how to be a tease."

"Oh, little one, you have no fucking clue who you got matched with but you're about to fucking find out."

When she pulls her dress over her fucking head, revealing her golden, naked body, I have trouble fucking controlling myself from fucking pouncing on her. My eyes roam the beautiful fucking canvas in front of me, starting at her perfectly painted toes, then dart to her long legs that go on for fucking days, which would fit perfectly wrapped around my fucking waist. When they roam up to the shaved mound between her fucking legs, I notice something shiny as my eyes drag over her pussy. I step closer and reach my hand out, grabbing her pierced clit.

"You have your damn pussy pierced? How come none of this shit came up when we were fucking talking?"

I twist it between my fingers, making her fucking shiver and reach out and grab my bicep to steady her goddamn wobbly legs.

"I-I...ffuck, I don't know..."

Panting heavily already, I decide to release her, but I keep my eyes tracing over every fucking curve and muscle on her body; her naval piercing shines just as fucking bright as her clit ring. My eyes travel up further, taking in each of her perky, voluptuous tits, with pink nipples so fucking hard they could fucking cut glass. I lick my lips and finally fucking look at her face, and I see the torturous look that's burning in her fucking eyes.

"Lay down, little one; we're gonna take it easy our first time"

Even though I wanna fuck her six ways till fucking sunday, I can't fucking scare her off already and I don't wanna put her through anything too intense for our fucking first time; maybe I'll use my cuffs. I can't help the fucking feeling that's running through me, the fucking needy, desperate feeling.

"How comfortable are you with being cuffed, Myla?"

"Cuff me, officer."

She holds her wrists out with a twisted little grin on her face as she lays on the bed, sprawled out and waiting for me. I rip my underwear off and snatch my cuffs from my pants pocket in a hurry. I grab her tiny fucking wrists and lock a cuff around one of them, loop them around the bars on the headboard, and secure the other wrist so she can't fucking move her hands from above her fucking head. I climb onto the bed, unable to take my fucking eyes off of her pussy that's dripping onto the egyption cotton sheets she's fucking laying on. I hover my body over hers, ghosting my wet lips across her collarbone as my hard cock cock drags across her fucking stomach, the wet tip leaving behind a trail of precum behind, making her fucking skin glisten even more . I fucking need her, now...

"Spread your legs for me, little one; show me that pretty little pussy of yours."

"Yes, daddy..."

She gives me a dirty, devious smile and I give her a darker fucking one back. This time I didn't have to ask her to fucking call me that, she did it on her own. She spreads her legs and I position myself between them comfortably. She keeps her gorgeous blue eyes on mine and chews anxiously on her bottom lip as I stroke my fucking cock, giving it a few good pumps. I rub the wet tip of my cock along her drenched slit, slowly pushing between her pussy lips and rubbing her swollen, pierced clit just to tease her a bit more. She squirms like she's having a fucking seizure and I haven't even fucking put my cock inside of her pussy yet. This is going to be fucking fun... Before we go any further, I reach over to the nightstand and grab the Maxum I brought with me. I bite the little foil wrapper and flick the condom with my finger before ripping it open and taking out the lubricated latex. She watches eagerly as I roll the slippery rubber over my hard cock as toss the wrapper to the floor. I put my cock back between her fucking little, shaky legs and rub her again, spreading around her wetness with the tip of my dick before I push it through her pussy lips a second time.

"Christ, Myla; you're fucking soaked."

When she's least expecting it, I push the tip of my cock into her wet opening, taking my fucking time to make sure I don't fucking hurt her. Just the tip inside of her, her pussy is already strangling my cock; she's fucking tight as a goddamn virgin.

"Mhmmm, ohh."

She moans out as I capture her lips to distract her as I push my cock into her tight opening the rest of the way, stretching her pussy out as I squeeze my cock between her wet walls. She bites my fucking lip and tenses as I continue to push until my cock is buried inside of her pussy, stilling myself to give her a moment to adjust to my size.

"Oh, ffuck!"

She moans breathlessly into my mouth and wiggles her fucking hips, taking me in deeper as she spreads her legs open wider for me. She tugs at the cuffs that are secured to the headboard and tilts her head back as I slowly start to thrust, sliding my cock between her tight, wet pussy walls.

"Holy fucking shit, Myla... You're so damn tight."

"Mhmm, Deacon..."

"Am I hurting you, little one?"

"No, please keep going, daddy."

I seize her fucking pouty lips in a heated, passionate kiss that takes my fucking breath away, at the same time thrusting faster in and out of her tight little pussy. Her moans are like music to my fucking ears and the harder I fuck her, the louder she moans and screams my fucking name. My body feels like it's on fire as desire rips through me and darkness starts to slowly take over as my mind goes to all the ways I can fucking ruin this little girl. I pump my hips harder, making my cock disappear inside of her pussy completely while she continues to writhe under me and tug frantically at the restraints. As I fuck her, I watch her perfect little tits jiggle and bounce against her chest every time I fucking pound into her. I can't fucking help it, so i dip my head and suck one of her nipples into my fucking mouth, biting down hard, and hungrily tugging her pink, hard peak between my teeth. The warmth and wetness from her pussy are already making my cock pulse in fucking side of her as my orgasm builds quickly in the pit of my fucking stomach. I'll be fucking damned if I cum before her or bust my fucking load too fucking early. I release her now swollen, red nipple and instantly suck her other one between my teeth, biting and sucking on it just as roughly and viciously as the first one, making her hiss as she watches me closely with curiosity filling her ocean-blue orbs.

"Mhm, yesss, daddy.

Oh, fffuck, that feels good!"

"Does it, Myla, does it fucking feel good, little one?"

"Yes, daddy."

I look up at her, still with her nipple between my fucking teeth, and smile against her titty as she watches me twirl my fucking tongue around it. I slam my cock repeatedly in and out of her pussy, making her legs quiver intensely. She thrusts her needy little hips up to meet mine, matching my pace and rhythm to a fucking goddamn tee, making her tight little pussy swallow all ten fucking inches of my cock. I fuck her harder, making each stroke I deliver to her, unravel her little by fucking little.

"Fuck, little one, fuck your pussy feels so good around my cock..."

I stare into her beautiful fucking eyes as she locks her legs around my waist and holds on tight as I savagely slam into her pussy over and over again, making the bed shake violently beneath us. Myla thrashes around wildly and I watch her with a sadistic grin as my eyes dart to her throat; so vulnerable, so exposed.

"I'm about to cum, daddy..."

"Yeah? Good, because I fucking am too, Myla. Fuck, little girl, you're blowing my fucking mind right now."

I growl out as I slam into her pussy and reach around her throat, squeezing tightly and digging my fingers into the pulsing veins of each side of her fucking neck. She smiles as her face turns red from lack of fucking oxygen, but relaxes immediately as her pussy starts to clamp down around my throbbing cock as I methodically thrust in and out of her. I apply more pressure to her fucking throat and keep thrusting my damn hips, pistoning my cock in and out of her quickly and with force as I begin to fill the fucking condom with my seed, I dip my head and dart my tongue out onto her warm, pink cheek, licking a path up to the tip of her ear, then licking back down to her pretty, pouty lips. I shudder violently as my climax erupt and barrels through me at full force, all while sweet little Myla cums herself and her pussy squeezes my sensitive cock like a motherfucking vice, coating the condom thickly with her sweet overdue release.

"Ahh, fffuck! yesss, oh, daddy."

"That's it, little one, cum for your fucking daddy."

She shakes violently and digs the heels of her feet into my fucking ass, pulling me even closer as I fuck her with ruthless thrusts and squeeze her neck so fucking tight that she has to tap me on the arm for me to let her go. In a daze, I shake my head and snap back to reality, realizing what the fuck I just did and what could've fucking happened if I didn't let her go.

"Deacon, what's wrong?" She asks nervously.

Both panting and trembling from the most intense fucking orgasm ever, I lay my weight on top of her and place a kiss on her sweaty forehead.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Myla; I didn't mean to fucking squeeze your throat that tight."

"Oh, it's okay, Deacon... I liked it."

I slide my cock out of her pussy, making both of us spasm at the oversensitive sensation once more. I roll the sticky, full rubber off of my dick and toss it in the trash, then grab the key for my fucking cuffs and let Myla free. I can't believe I almost choked her out tonight. I saw black for a fucking second there and her skin felt so fucking good in my hand that I didn't want to let go. Something came over me, though, and I was able to snap out it, but not before fucking traumatizing her, I assume anyway. Still naked with my cock out and still hard as it swings between my legs, I grab my back of smokes and take one over to the open window and light it, leaving Myla sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard and fucking bruises around her pretty little neck. Fuck. Why does everything I touch get hurt? Maybe I'm too much for her after all, maybe this isn't a right fit. As much as I fucking want it to be, as much as I fucking need it to be, maybe it's just not fucking right.

"Deacon, is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?"

I hear the fucking innocence in her quiet voice and it breaks my fucking heart, my icy fucking heart. I look at her and smile.

"No, Myla, you most definitely didn't do anything fucking wrong. You were fucking perfect."

I sigh as I puff greedily on the cancer stick and blow out a massive cloud of white smoke into the night sky.

"This issue is all mine, little one; it's something I'm trying to work through."

She looks down and fidgets with her acrylics, making me feel like a fucking piece of shit for being over here away from her instead of consoling her. I needed a smoke before aftercare; I almost had another episode, so I needed the minute to process what had just fucking happened. She looks like a fucking model sitting there with her perfect naked body on fucking display for me, and my twisted thoughts slowly seem to fade with each passing second. I flick the cigarette out the open window and walk back over to the bed, sitting down beside Myla where I fucking belong. I pull her tiny body into mine, entwining my arms around her protectively and rock her back and forth. I kiss her temple and take her wrists in my hands, noticing the red irritation marks from the cuffs. I bring them to my lips and kiss her skin softly all the way around and on both wrists.

"Deacon, I'm okay; I promise you."

"I'm fucking ecstatic that you're okay, Myla, but what I did wasn't okay. I could've fucking hurt you; I could've left more than a fucking bruises, I just-"

And then she does something that completely catches me off guard, leaving me fucking unsure of how the fuck to handle the situation. She pulls her wrist from my hands and puts her soft palms on my face, gently rubbing my stubbled cheeks while she turns my head and makes me look into her gorgeous blue fucking eyes, that put me in a goddamn trance every time I look into them.

"I'm not just some fragile little girl, Deacon, although I'm young, I'm not a damn child. You don't need to be afraid you're gonna hurt me; I can take more than it looks like I can. My ex put me through hell, and even though this is nothing like that, If I could handle him, then I can fucking handle you."

"Myla, I'm fucking happy to hear that and it turns me the fuck on, but my issues go deeper than my ways in the fucking bedroom. I'm fighting demons within my head, little one, and I'm afraid they'll surface again and someone will get hurt. I can't fucking let that happen, Myla; I just can't."

"What's going on in that head of yours, Deacon?"

"Too fucking much, Myla; too fucking much."

I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration and train my eyes on hers.

"Some say I'm the fucking devil in disguise, but not for the reasons you might think... I'm fucked up, Myla, there are things about me that people don't know. There's a darkness inside of me and it consumes every fucking part of my being, and people almost always get hurt. I haven't learned how to control it, so I could snap at any fucking second, little one."

"Well, maybe I'm the one who'll be able to help you get rid of your demons, Deacon."

Neither of us says anything else as I smile at her and we lay down and get comfortable in the bed, sleeping next to each other for the first fucking time. I curl my arm around her body and pull her into me, pulling her juicy ass right against my cock as it grows hard for her again. I ignore it and wrap her tightly in my embrace, holding onto her as she starts to drift off to sleep and I begin to get lost inside of my fucking head thinking; that's never a good fucking thing for me. Tonight she almost found out about my secret and it freaked me the fuck out; Carter doesn't even know it. He knows I'm a dom, but he doesn't know about the thing- the demon I battle with every motherfucking day and every motherfucking night. I'm open to sharing my dom status with Myla, but all in due time. However, this other secret that tortures my fucking soul on every fucking level, must never be revealed to anyone, especially Myla.