“Love it too, baby.”

“More. Harder. Jack me harder, Cassie.”

I tightened my fist on his cock and jacked him harder.

“Drive that fucker deep,” he demanded.

My pussy throbbing at his demand, twisting, I took his ass deep.

That was when I got his grunts.

I loved those most of all.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned through the grunts. “Fuck me and jack me.”

“Long as you want, honey,” I whispered. Breathing hard against his neck, I latched on, suckled his flesh, and gave him more.

And I gave it to him as long as he wanted, Deacon fucking my fist and taking his plug deep.

Finally, he rumbled low, “Fill me.”

I knew what that meant, wanted what that meant, and shoved in the plug.

“Here,” he growled.

I moved but not quickly enough. He moved me. Lifting me, hands at my ass, back to the headboard, he slammed deep, his mouth on mine.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and sucked hard at his tongue.

I came almost instantly.

It took Deacon a couple of minutes to follow me.

When we were coming down, he kept one hand at my ass, the other arm he lifted to the middle of my back as he kissed me slow and started fucking me sweet.

He kept taking me gently when he broke the kiss, glided his lips to my neck, and asked there, “You good?”

“Oh yeah,” I breathed. “You?”

He slid in, stayed in, and answered, “Fuck yeah.”

I tipped my head, smiled into his shoulder, and trailed my hands along the warm skin of his back.

“Love you, my Cassie.”

Another smile.

“Love you too, my Deacon.”

His hand squeezed the cheek of my ass as his arm did the same at my back.

He lifted his head and I righted mine to catch his eyes.

There was a glint in them and I knew he was about to commence teasing.

“You done with my ass?” he asked.

“For now,” I answered.

The grooves deepened around his mouth.

“My dick?”

My eyes rolled up and went side to side, searching the ceiling.

He pressed his hips into mine.

I looked back at him. “Maybe.”

“She wants more,” he muttered.

“Are you tired, old man?” I asked.

“Fuck no,” he answered.

“So, your woman isn’t done with you playing with her.”

“That woman’s gonna be the death of me.”

“It’s you who makes it so hot I want more,” I accused.

“It’s you grindin’ your cunt in my face as you moan then tippin’ your ass and takin’ it hard while you whimper. And it’s you pressin’ your tits in my back while you pant in my neck and jack my ass and dick, Cassie. So it’s arguable who makes it hot. But I’m not gonna argue about it. If you wanna look at it that way, not gonna stop you.”

I grinned at him.

He moved us and fell forward, settling me on my back in the bed with him on me.

He nuzzled and stroked me for a while. I let him for that while and returned the favor.

Finally, his lips went to my ear.

“You want vanilla, you want me to go down on you again, or does my Cassie want her ass spanked?”

My limbs around him convulsed when he said the word “spanked.”

I felt his smile against my neck before he murmured, “Red ass,” while his hand shoved under me and cupped it. “You want that plugged?”

“Yes, baby,” I whispered.

“Okay, Cassie. His for hers. You take out mine, I’ll go get yours.”

I held fast. “I changed my mind.”

“No spanking?”

I lifted my head, shifted it, and said in his ear, “Will you work me full?”

“She’s not done with my ass,” he muttered.

I dropped my head to the pillow and caught his eyes. “You don’t have to—”

“Baby, you want it?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Then you get it.”

“But—”

“Did I give you any indication I didn’t like what you just gave me?”

He absolutely didn’t.

“No.”

“We make a deal. I work you full, spank your plugged ass, after I give it to you, you suck me while you fuck me and I eat you, givin’ it to you again while you give it to me. That work for you?”

I writhed underneath him.

His lips twitched. “It works for you.”

“Yeah, honey.”

He rolled, kissed my hip, and exited the bed to get my toy.

Some time later, I got a red ass and two more orgasms.

Deacon didn’t get the former, but he got one of the latter.

Only then was I done.

And Deacon, who, if he had it in him, gave me what I wanted (and he so had it in him), only then left the bed to let Bossy in (Priest had to sleep in his kennel, poor baby) and rejoin me there.

We nestled together and went to sleep while Bossy snored, lying on the floor on Deacon’s side of the bed.

* * * * *

I sat in the Suburban watching Deacon saunter back from the building.

He got in and we both looked to the building.

We waited.

The receptionist came back. Through the windows, we saw her read the note. We heard her shout from where we were all the way across the street. Then we watched her run, arms in the air waving excitedly, back down the hallway.

That was when Deacon started the Suburban and sent her on her way.

“We should wait around and watch the celebration,” I noted.

“Don’t need to.”

“It’d be cool to see.”

“Sure it would, woman, still don’t need to see it.”

I turned my head to look back at the building getting smaller in the distance.

It was the fourth one we’d been to and the last one we were going to. Each one, if they had security, Deacon disabled it with his secret Deacon ways before we sat and watched it, waited until the front area was vacant, then he walked in with his bag and dropped it on the reception desk.

This building had a sign over it that said Sacred Heart Healing Center.

It was a non-profit drug rehabilitation center.

And moments ago, the receptionist hit her desk and found a bag filled with half a million dollars in cash and a note that said it was an anonymous gift given in the name of one who had surrendered.