feel my muscles flexing. My labia jerked, sliding up as the muscled ring gating my cunt opened and closed in invitation.
“No, no, no, baby.” He shook his head but his gaze stayed locked on my wet slit. “Panties next.”
“Please.” A needy, horny whine -- it didn’t shame me the least. “You can tease me tomorrow…” I stared into his green eyes, an altogether different plea shaping itself. “Or next week.”
His eyelids fluttered shut and he nodded, confirming he wasn’t here for one night of fucking before he disappeared out of my life again. He gripped the top button on his jeans, unthreaded it, moved to the next one and down until he was pushing his pants and briefs over his muscled hips. Once freed, his cock pointed at me, every bit as big and mouthwatering as I remembered.
Stepping out of his bottom clothing, he pulled his shirt up over his head. Angry red lines marked the left side of his chest. Hearing my gasp, he hesitated, his muscles flexing self-consciously before he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off.
“Who hurt you?” I went from sex-crazed to on the verge of crying in a matter of seconds. “What happened?”
He shook his head, not ready to tell me. “It doesn’t matter, little dove. I’m here.”
I started to sit up, but he pointed a stern finger at me.
“No, baby, I want you as you were. Relaxed…” his gaze dropped to my still parted thighs, the crotch of my panties wedged between my wet and swollen labia, “and exposed.”
My lips opened in protest and his gaze immediately narrowed. “Now, little dove.”
The hard promise of retribution laced his gentle tone, his fierce gaze so sexy I half-wanted to disobey just so he would punish me. Instead, I pressed my back against the mattress, spread my legs a little wider and drew the fabric against my thigh.
On his knees once more, his attention focused on my pussy, he sighed. Pinching both labia, he separated them, his head dipping so he could slowly inhale my scent. “I could smother myself between these plump, wet lips and die a happy man, love.”
My stomach tightened at the last word. I had imagined him saying it a hundred times over the many months since I’d last seen him. Melting into the mattress, I reached for him. My fingers found the short, thick curls of his dark hair.
“Don’t.” I tugged his mouth closer to my cunt, my whispers of encouragement hot enough to burn my lips. “I still need you to fuck me…to hold me.”
A slow nod of assent, his lips and nose smoothing over my clit before he took his first lick.
“Ooh…” My fingers started to tremble in his hair.
Another lick, harder, his teeth grazing my skin.
I groaned, a shudder rolling through me as my pussy contracted. The wet tip of his tongue flicked against the opening of my cunt then penetrated me in one long thrust. Slowly, his tongue retreated to slide down the smooth skin of my perineum. Lower still, the tip circled that other small opening, every nerve between my hip bone and my knee firing simultaneously.
“Fuck me.” I tugged at his hair, urging him to rise up. “Fuck me. Claim me. I can’t go another second without you in me.”
Dean surged up the bed, his torso surfing over mine, his strong hands pushing my thighs apart as his cock unerringly sank into me. His weight pushing me into the mattress, he tucked his arms against my sides. His feet still on the floor, his knees braced against the edge of the mattress, he started to pump his cock into me. Full length in, full length out.
“Mine, baby.” His hand found my breast to roughly squeeze and pinch at the nipple.
“Yes!” I was cresting, my cunt bearing down on him, grinding and rolling along his cock.
“You won’t accept another.” He kissed me before I could answer, his mouth as rough and demanding as his hands and cock. “You won’t.”
“No!” Our bodies bounced along the mattress. His
“No, no, no, baby.” He shook his head but his gaze stayed locked on my wet slit. “Panties next.”
“Please.” A needy, horny whine -- it didn’t shame me the least. “You can tease me tomorrow…” I stared into his green eyes, an altogether different plea shaping itself. “Or next week.”
His eyelids fluttered shut and he nodded, confirming he wasn’t here for one night of fucking before he disappeared out of my life again. He gripped the top button on his jeans, unthreaded it, moved to the next one and down until he was pushing his pants and briefs over his muscled hips. Once freed, his cock pointed at me, every bit as big and mouthwatering as I remembered.
Stepping out of his bottom clothing, he pulled his shirt up over his head. Angry red lines marked the left side of his chest. Hearing my gasp, he hesitated, his muscles flexing self-consciously before he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off.
“Who hurt you?” I went from sex-crazed to on the verge of crying in a matter of seconds. “What happened?”
He shook his head, not ready to tell me. “It doesn’t matter, little dove. I’m here.”
I started to sit up, but he pointed a stern finger at me.
“No, baby, I want you as you were. Relaxed…” his gaze dropped to my still parted thighs, the crotch of my panties wedged between my wet and swollen labia, “and exposed.”
My lips opened in protest and his gaze immediately narrowed. “Now, little dove.”
The hard promise of retribution laced his gentle tone, his fierce gaze so sexy I half-wanted to disobey just so he would punish me. Instead, I pressed my back against the mattress, spread my legs a little wider and drew the fabric against my thigh.
On his knees once more, his attention focused on my pussy, he sighed. Pinching both labia, he separated them, his head dipping so he could slowly inhale my scent. “I could smother myself between these plump, wet lips and die a happy man, love.”
My stomach tightened at the last word. I had imagined him saying it a hundred times over the many months since I’d last seen him. Melting into the mattress, I reached for him. My fingers found the short, thick curls of his dark hair.
“Don’t.” I tugged his mouth closer to my cunt, my whispers of encouragement hot enough to burn my lips. “I still need you to fuck me…to hold me.”
A slow nod of assent, his lips and nose smoothing over my clit before he took his first lick.
“Ooh…” My fingers started to tremble in his hair.
Another lick, harder, his teeth grazing my skin.
I groaned, a shudder rolling through me as my pussy contracted. The wet tip of his tongue flicked against the opening of my cunt then penetrated me in one long thrust. Slowly, his tongue retreated to slide down the smooth skin of my perineum. Lower still, the tip circled that other small opening, every nerve between my hip bone and my knee firing simultaneously.
“Fuck me.” I tugged at his hair, urging him to rise up. “Fuck me. Claim me. I can’t go another second without you in me.”
Dean surged up the bed, his torso surfing over mine, his strong hands pushing my thighs apart as his cock unerringly sank into me. His weight pushing me into the mattress, he tucked his arms against my sides. His feet still on the floor, his knees braced against the edge of the mattress, he started to pump his cock into me. Full length in, full length out.
“Mine, baby.” His hand found my breast to roughly squeeze and pinch at the nipple.
“Yes!” I was cresting, my cunt bearing down on him, grinding and rolling along his cock.
“You won’t accept another.” He kissed me before I could answer, his mouth as rough and demanding as his hands and cock. “You won’t.”
“No!” Our bodies bounced along the mattress. His
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