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His eyes darken further. He grips my thighs, lifts me, and drops me onto the bed. Before I can catch my breath he’s on top of me, mouth trailing down my throat, teeth scraping skin. I arch up, shameless, chasing every touch.
“Do you like teasing me, Blair?”
“It’s my favorite game, Mr. Ashford.”
His mouth curves against my stomach. “Yeah? Let’s see how much you like it when it’s my turn.”
He takes his time after that. Kisses, licks, nips—everywhere except where I need him most. My fingers twist in the sheets. My hips lift, chasing his mouth. He just chuckles low and keeps going, deliberately slow.
“Dean.”
“What happened to your game, baby?”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
He’s right. I don’t. I’m dripping for him and he knows it.
He finally hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down. Cool air hits my soaked pussy. He spreads my legs wider and drags his tongue up my slit in one long, slow lick. I gasp, thighs shaking.
“Still your favorite game?” he murmurs against my clit.
“Shut up.”
He sucks my clit between his lips and flicks his tongue fast. My back bows off the bed. I fist the sheets harder, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud.
“Dean, please—”
He pulls back just enough to look up at me. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you. Inside me. Now.”
His expression shifts—teasing gone, replaced by raw hunger. He shoves his jeans down, and his cock springs free, thick and heavy. I stare, remembering how he felt last time.
Dean reaches into the bedside drawer, pulls out a condom and tears open the foil. His eyes remain locked on mine as he rolls it on.
“Still want me?” he asks, climbing over me.
“I think I made that pretty fucking clear.”
His mouth twitches before he lines himself up against my entrance and pushes in slowly. Inch by inch. Stretching me open.
“Take what you need, baby,” he rasps. “You hold all the power.”
I do. And I love it. I roll my hips up, meeting every thrust, using my grip on his ass to set the pace. He lets me. Lets me fuck myself on his cock until I’m panting.
“Give me more, Dean.”
He slams into me harder, deeper, the bed creaking under us. I moan his name loud. His hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound. The pressure only makes me wetter. I moan louder against his palm on purpose, loving the way his eyes flash.
“You fit with me so well, baby,” he whispers against my ear. “I fucking love it. Love how tight you are. Love how you take every inch.”
He kisses me hard, tongue sliding deep, hips pounding. Every thrust hits that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him closer.
“Dean—fuck—I’m close—”
“Come for me, Blair. Let me feel you.”
