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“Dean,” I respond.
His big, right hand comes up to cover my left breast and it’s a small handful and disappears under his tender grip. I feel my nipple bead against his palm. Our gazes are locked and he licks his lips as he looks at me.
“You are fucking perfect.”
He bends, head dipped, and moves his hand to take my nipple into his mouth. My back bows and my hands surge into his hair, holding him in place as he suckles me. He wraps both his arms around my waist and strokes his tongue against my nipple, and then my entire breast. He licks, and nips and bites and sucks, and by the time he turns his attention to my other breast, I'm a writhing bundle of nerves.
My body is seeking release and relief. Again.
My hands run up and down his massive, muscled shoulders, and I marvel at how smooth, almost velvety his skin feels.
He moves over me, every muscle in his arms and shoulders rippling as he practically prowls his way up my body.
His lips touch mine, briefly and softly, and his hand comes up to caress the side of my face.
“You are more beautiful than I deserve.”
He kisses me again, this time it isn't brief or soft but hard, passionate, and deep. He puts his hand between our bodies and his fingers glide against me, and past the lips of my pussy that are so sensitive his touch causes me to shudder.
He reaches for my hand and puts it between us. “Put me inside of you, Red.”
I take a hold of his cock, marveling at how hard he is. He feels like a steel pole, wrapped in velvet in my hands. I guide him to me. I'm slick and he slides inside without any resistance. We both hiss at the initial contact, the sensation making my heart race and my breathing shallow. Our eyes meet and we grin at each other. We’re both giddy over how good it feels.
He braces himself above me on his forearms and with one hard thrust slides all the way inside of me. I feel the walls of my pussy contact and cling to him. It feels so right to have him inside of me and yet, my body, unused to the size, registers some discomfort.
“Are you okay, baby?” he gasps as he moves his hips, settling even deeper into the cradle of my thighs. He brings one of my legs up, holding it under the knee and watches my face.
I reach up and brush a lock of blond hair out of his eyes and smile.
“Yes, so good. I’m great.”
Then he starts to move, his hips make slow thrusts, each one a statement. Each one saying he feels me, he wants me, and he never wants this to end.
I raise my pelvis to meet each thrust, and I feel like we are partners in a race, each of us doing our part to get us across the finish line.
I feel my orgasm building as he puts his face in my neck and bites the tendon that connects my neck to my shoulder. He growls and starts to pepper my shoulder and chest with kisses.
The pace of his hips slows and forces mine to do the same. He bends again and licks my nipple. The sound that leaves my mouth is close to a wail. He looks up.
“Red, I could stay here, attached to this juicy nipple all day. I want to suck it until you can’t fucking speak. I want to fuck you until all you know is the feel of my dick inside of you.”
I can only pant in response, my eyes are having a difficult time focusing, so I close them.
“Your body is making me feel like this is my first time at the world’s best amusement park. I want to ride everything, over and over.”
I mewl, unable to speak for the overpowering pleasure coursing through me. His hands come up and take my legs, and puts them both on his shoulders, putting me at almost a ninety-degree angle while he moves inside me, drilling, deeper and deeper. Each thrust, painful and turning into a sharp pleasure that has my orgasm stacking up inside of me.
“Feels so good, Dean.” Is all I can say as he starts to slam into me. And without touching any other part of my body, Dean fucks me into an orgasm that is so powerful, I feel completely wrecked by it. We kiss as we catch our breath. Dean gets up to use the bathroom and I fall asleep before he even gets back.
When I wake up, I'm alone in the bed. I can hear Dean in the other room typing on his computer.
I glance at the clock and see it’s three in the morning and I remember I need to get back home no later than eight o’clock. Kevin’s bringing Anthony home at nine this morning because he has his piano lesson. I want to get there with plenty of time to be ready to face him.
I sigh, feeling the delicious aches of our lovemaking as I turn over and go back to sleep.
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