Third Date Talking

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

Deacon

Myla and I sit here in her fucking bed, trying to catch our fucking breath before we start the fucking talk we've been trying to postpone for as long as fucking possible. Neither of us wants to do it, but we know it has to be done if we plan on seeing each other. All I can smell is sex and Myla's arousal as it wafts thickly through the atmosphere. I wrap my arms around her naked flesh, loving the way the softness of it feels under my hand; it's like it was made for me to touch. This girl has my fucking head in shambles and I can't quite seem to break through the motherfucking chaos. She smiles at me when I steal a glance at her, and the same cute, shy blush spreads across her cheeks again. I'm pretty sure we're both well fucking past being shy around eac