“You are fucking insatiable, you know that!” Dean groans, running his warm hands along the curves of my hips and ribcage, until they’re firmly caressing my breasts.
I lean down and take his lips for another heated kiss while slowly moving my hips against his firm cock—feeling grateful that he chose to wear dark coloured shorts. The last thing I need to worry about is him noticing the wet mess I’ve left behind.
A short moment later, Dean breaks our kiss and holds my hips still. “I need to grab a condom from the master suite.”
Without waiting for a response, he gently pulls me off him and quickly stands. He
rushes down to the lower deck towards the master suite while I wait on the sofa in just my underwear. When he returns a few minutes later, I gasp, my eyes widening as Dean steps into the room completely naked, his thick, hard cock now sheathed in latex.
I rise to my feet just as he steps towards me, and we stop only when our chests collide, pressing firmly together.When I think he’s going to kiss me, he surprises me again by lowering to his knees and slipping his fingers in both sides of my underwear, pulling them down slowly until they’re completely off.
He leans forward, pressing his nose into my slit, slowly breathing me in.
“Mmm… you smell like tropical fruit. I wonder if you taste just as sweet?”
A soft moan escapes my throat, heat sweeping across every inch of my body. Dean gently lifts my leg, setting my foot flat on the coffee table beside me while the other stays planted on the ground. I’m now standing with my legs wide apart in front of him. And then without warning, his arms wrap around my thighs, and he clamps his mouth over my pussy, swiping and swirling his tongue around my throbbing clit.
My head flings back, and my legs slightly shake as Dean devours me like a ravenous, greedy man, starved for days. Gripping the back of his head, I slowly grind my soaked core against his mouth as he looks up at me with desire-filled eyes. It’s been so long since a man has touched me like this, I’ve almost forgetting how amazing it feels.
He continues to savour me, with wet, sloppy strokes of his tongue, two of his fingers slipping inside me, thrusting slowly at first, and then more vigorously until I lose all physical control. I let out a loud scream as my climax hits me like a tidal wave, making me almost buckle at the knees. I grip his shoulders to steady myself, and when he pulls back, wiping his cum-coated mouth with his forearm, he flashes me a wide triumphant grin.
“Now that I’m nicely fed, I’m going to need you to get on the coffee table on your hands and knees.”
I glance down at the small wooden rectangular structure, wondering how it’s even possible for me to get on all fours on such a narrow surface. But I somehow manage to, and when I widen my knees apart, Dean is right there standing behind me.
“Just a little warning, baby,” he says in a deep, hoarse voice. “I might be a gentleman in public, but when I fuck you... I’m gonna fuck you like the savage I really am.” I draw in a shaky breath, a blend of nerves and excitement swirling within me, and when I glance over my shoulder, Dean’s expression is almost dark and intense.
“Just the way I like it,” I tease.
And with that, he pushes into me so violently, I nearly lose my balance. Only his firm grip on my hips is what’s keeping me from toppling forward.
His thrusts are brutal, and his grip is like iron. My moans are so intense, they reach an almost deafening volume. Dean is relentless in his movements, pounding into me with fast, punishing strokes. He fists my hair, yanking me back so that my spine is fully arched.
“I want you aching for days once I’m done fucking you,” he grunts, as he continues to drive into me with bruising thrusts.Yup, I’m definitely going to be sore!
He releases my hair and I instantly drop forward, but his firm hold on my waist stops me from falling off. Lifting my hips higher, the table creaks and shakes as he fucks me mercilessly.
My hands grip the edge of the table, turning my knuckles white, as I cry out in pleasure. “Yes, Dean! Make me cum again!”
He slams his cock into me, so hard and deep that it almost pierces through my ovaries. Seconds later, his hands tighten around my waist—no doubt leaving marks on my skin, and lets out a raw, animalistic growl. I feel him go still, his cock pulsing inside me as he releases into the condom.
He collapses on top of me until his breathing slows, then withdraws and, without warning, sweeps me up from the table in his arms, carrying me bridal style.
He walks us downstairs to the master suite where he gently lowers me onto the king-size mattress. I watch him saunter into the ensuite to remove the condom and to take care of his business, before coming back out and climbing into bed with me, covering us with the sheet.
“Don’t get too comfortable, sexy girl. The night is still young, and I haven’t even begun to show you all the things I want to do to you,” Dean whispers as he holds me firmly against him.
I glance over my shoulder, offering him a cheeky grin. “Oh, don’t you worry, baby.
I’m looking forward to it.”
CHAPTER 15
Mila
It’s Christmas Eve, and we’ve just arrived at Skylar’s apartment in Brightly Bay for a ten day surprise visit. The idea of her spending the holidays alone was too heartbreaking to bear that we didn’t even think twice about making plans to spend Christmas and New Year’s in Melbourne with her.
After my date with Dean yesterday, I only had a few hours to pack and head to Kingsford Smith Airport for my 4:30 p.m. flight to Melbourne. Though I was running around all afternoon like a headless chicken, I managed to just make it to the airport on time.Thank God.
