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Chapter 15
Dean
Rationalthoughthasabandonedme ever since I tasted Abbi. My head is spinning as I worship her while she whimpers, grinding against my fingers, and reaches a climax, coating my hand in her juices. Now that I have her in my arms and just made her fall apart so sweetly, there’s not a shadow of a doubt the one I want is Abbi.
The sense of relief I feel holding her close, all unfamiliar but so very welcome, tells me this is way more than sex. I don’t just want to worship Abbi’s body. I mean, I do very much want to continue worshiping her body, but I want so much more. And I haven’t wantedmorefor a very long time.
Abbi shifts in my arms and presses a kiss to the side of my neck, below my ear.Fuck,yes. Her fingers play across my fabric-covered chest.
“I’d like you to take this off.”
I wordlessly comply, leaning forward into her, pulling the Henley over my head from the back. Abbi’s lips part and her pink tongue swipes her lower lip as she gazes over my bare torso, lightly scouring her fingers down to my belt, earning her a groan. I guess she likes what she sees.
Is it greedy of me to be thinking of ways to fuck her that involve seeing as much of her beautiful body as possible? We’re both ready for so much more, and I want to give it to her. I cup one of her tits and with her nipple in my mouth, let go and grab two handfuls of her backside, pulling her closer. As I stand, I spread her ass wide for no reason other than it feels dirty.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my cock?” I ask gruffly, as I place her so she’s on her knees on a low leather bench seat up against the glass windows. She looks up at me with pure sex in her eyes, and as her dress slips down, she pushes it away. Leaving her naked.
Abbi is naked in my apartment.I may have died and gone to heaven. We’re high up here, but nobody can see in. I don’t plan on sharing her.
“I’ll do my very best,” she says, biting her plump lower lip as I pull my jeans down, my hard length jutting free and standing to attention against my abs. I fight the urge to pounce on her and look around, trying to think straight.
“Protection?” I ask, voice harsh, cursing the necessary interruption to the delights of Abbi’s body.
“Condoms in my purse.”
I make short work of extracting one from her bag sitting by on the floor and rip it open as I step back in front of her.
“Turn around, Abbi, hands on the glass,” I order through gritted teeth as I give myself two firm jerks and roll on the rubber. I’m surprised to hear the demand falling from my lips. It’s not my habit to boss women around, but honestly, I’m struggling to get even a few words out, my desperation to be inside her is so great.
With a grin that says she knows exactly why I’m being so uncivilized, she turns and places her forearms flat against the glass and parts her knees on the leather. Saliva pools in my mouth.
“Good girl, now stay just like that,” I murmur, raking my ekes over her tempting form.
“I’ll leave smudges,” she says with a wicked look over her shoulder.
“I fucking hope so.” She arches her back and thrusts her ass back toward me. That’s an invitation I won’t refuse. Only a second passes before I position myself behind her, pressing my front against her back. The relief of skin-on-skin is instantaneous. I can breathe again.
“You have to let me know what feels good, Abbi. I don’t want you to hold it in. If I do something you don’t like, tell me. This has to feel good for both of us.” She nods as I push her hair over one shoulder and press hot, open-mouth kisses in a trail from her shoulder up her neck, loving how she shudders and lets out a luxurious sigh.
She gasps when I reach my fingers between her legs, testing to see how slick she is, and the wet sounds confirm what I already knew—she’s ripe and ready. Grasping her hips, the covered crown of my cock nudges up against her entrance, and we both moan as I start to sink inside, working my hips forward as she takes me deeper and deeper, stretching to fit my girth.
When I’m in, right to the hilt, I hold still for a moment, overwhelmed by the way her tight, hot pussy clamps down on me. She’s holding her breath, trying to accept the impaling from behind. A moment later, she makes small swivels with her hips—a testing move—and I drop a kiss on her shoulder in encouragement.
“Ride me,” I murmur against her skin. “Make me yours.”
With a whimper, that’s exactly what she does, lifting on her knees and pushing her ass back against me. After a few thrusts, she moans.
“I need more, Dean,” she breathes.
That I can deliver.
“If you want me to slow down, you tell me. Please?” Blood roars in my ears at the promise of what’s to come. She manages a nod and squeaks as I pull my hips back and then mercilessly bury myself completely. My pace increases, and the leather bench below us objects.
Abbi pushes against the glass, the perfect counterpoint to my forceful strokes. Placing one hand on her shoulder and one on her opposite hip, my eyes zero in on on where we’re joined. I begin to fuck her with hard, steady thrusts, cock lodging deep. She cries out as I slide in and out of her wet, pink heat, my dick coated in her slickness. I can’t get over how sexy she is—brown hair flowing down her smooth back, firm, round ass pushed out, and her drenched pussy lips wrapped around me. It’s not long before my building climax starts making itself known, building up until it’s raging against my spine.
I slow, not wanting this to end, not wanting this to be so predictable.
Abbi momentarily panics, making a cute little concerned sound that might have me laughing if the thought of her being so hungry for my cock wasn’t about to blast the top of my head off.
