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Sure, my sex life with Declan is great. He’s excellent, we have passion and great sex, but with Dean, it’s simply out of this world. I shouldn’t even be comparing the two, but I can’t help it.
I don’t want to go without this feeling again.
Dean was amazing our first time, but now that we’re both experienced and know what we’re doing, it’s beyond my wildest dreams.
Unable to control myself, I let out a shamefully loud sound that’s a mix between a cry and a moan.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you, let me hear how badly you want this dick,” Dean groans, kissing a wet trail down from my lips to the sensitive spot below my ear, where he nips and licks at it.
His thumb slips between our warm bodies to where we’re conjoined, and he presses it against my clit, rubbing over the sensitive little bud.
I cry out, my head falls back, and my pace quickens, as does his. I’ll have bruises from his grip on my hips again, but I don’t care. I want his marks on me so I can reminisce later.
Dean’s cock drags along my G-spot while his thumb rubs my clit viciously, my climax building quickly. I’m positive that he will have a sticky mess on his lap that’ll need to be washed, and I like knowing that he’ll be wearing my arousal for however long.
I’m slick with my wetness and can feel it dripping out of me and drenching his cock. I would've found it embarrassing if I weren’t the type of person who enjoyed getting dirty during sex.
With one last flick of his thumb, I fall off the cliff edge I’ve been climbing and let my climax take over, soaking him even further. I scream my release just as he pounds into me one final time and stills, spilling his hot thick release into my pulsing pussy. His cum leaves me so full that I can feel it dripping out of me.
With a smirk, I adjust my dress and climb off his lap and back into the passenger seat.
“Take your panties off,” he orders, his voice husky and eyes still full of lust despite just coming inside me.
I don’t question him. I do exactly as he says and remove my panties, placing the damp fabric in his waiting palm.
With a smirk, Dean reaches over, spreads my thighs, and wipes me between my legs, showing me the panties that are now even further covered in my wetness and our joint climax. Heat creeps up my cheeks at the sight of the white cream on my red panties.
My eyes follow his movements closely as he places the damp fabric in his pocket before shoving his semi-hard cock into his briefs and zipping up. With one hand on my thigh, he brings his car to life and drives us away from the place that has forever changed me.
Later that night at home, I find a neon pink Post-it note in my purse from Dean that reads:You jump, I jump.
TWENTY-NINE
NOW
Camille
It’s been two weeks since Declan went back to New York. Two weeks since we’ve last spoken, and one week that I've been spending a ridiculous amount of time with Dean.
Any chance we get, we’re together.
We have lunch together daily and text nonstop about both business and pleasure. He’s still staying at the hotel, and I’ve visited him there more than a few times for either a quick fuck during the day when we’ve been so horny we can’t wait, or at night when he has time to ravage my body and explore it piece by piece thoroughly.
Nights with Dean are my favorite.
We talk about anything and everything, well, almost. There’s one topic we avoid like the plague.
Our marriages.
That’s a topic that neither of us is willing to touch with a ten-foot pole. It’s a messy conversation waiting to happen, and I’m not foolish enough to think it'll never happen. I want to continue living ignorantly in our perfect bubble where no one can touch us, nothing bad can ever happen, and no one will get hurt.
That’s inevitable, too.
My marriage is over; Declan and I both know it. As for Dean and Karina, I think he’s the only one who’s aware their marriage is over and is willing to accept it.
I don’t know what he’s told her, if he’s yet to tell her that he wants out, all I know is that he promises a future with me. Only time will tell. Everything looks better at night when we’re between the sheets and our minds are taken over with lust.
For example, right now.
