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He grabs hold of my hips, pulls me close to him, then flips us over so he’s lying flat on his back with me on top of his body, his throbbing cock still inside me.
His index finger curves under my chin, bringing me closer to him. A new fire ignites in his eyes, this time much darker and fiercer, almost demanding. “Start moving,” he insists, voice deeper than before, filled with an ominous hint of that same darkness that also adorns his eyes. “I want to hear you say my name.” I simper at his demand, a familiar ache returning to my stomach as I straddle him.
My hands grip his shoulders, and I slowly move my hips against his. With this position, he’s right at my G-spot. Each time I grind my hips, he grazes my clit.
Circling my hips against his, I sit up straight and slowly raise myself, then slam back down, letting out a loud cry of pleasure.
Three drops later, I’m already on the verge of a climax, my sex squeezing his pulsing cock like a fist. It’s so close that I can feel it.
I reach between our bodies and find my clit, rubbing it quickly to send myself over the edge. “Come for me,” he demands, and right on cue, I do.
“Dean!” I scream, my climax sending me into another galaxy where I see stars. Dean tenses, his body becoming rigid. His hands grip my hips tightly as he thrusts up into me from the bottom, not allowing me to come down from my high and climax. He takes no mercy on me as he fucks me further into oblivion.
I gasp and scream, my release squirting out of my body and drenching him as he thrusts into my pulsing body, not caring that I just squirted all over him and soaked him and the bed.
Dean lets out a roar of his own as he stills, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and I know he found a release of his own based on his expression.
Not even a second later, his hot, thick cum spurts into my tight core, and I take every drop he offers.
Every drop of his thick fluid.
I collapse onto his chest, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggle to calm my breathing. We stick together by the sweat on our bodies.
Dean wraps his arms around my body and kisses the top of my head, his cock still hard and inside my pussy.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He groans in my ear, chills lining my body with the promise of more. He wastes no time flipping me onto my back and shoving himself back inside of me, leaving me breathless and overly sensitive. He throws my legs over his shoulders, grabs my hips in a bruising grip, and fucks into me until I scream, likely straining my vocal cords. I’ll for sure be hoarse come morning.
I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white and I arch my back, letting his name fall from my lips in a repeated scream. He pounds into me like a man possessed. Each deep thrust hits my G-spot, and it doesn’t take long for the pressure to build in my belly again, especially when his thumb presses against my clit and he begins rubbing the sensitive bud, circling his thumb perfectly in sync with his thrusts.
Suddenly it’s all too much. I’m falling off the edge I’ve been trying to hold on to, and yet another orgasm leaves me shaking and crying for God and mercy. Despite my pleas and throbbing sex, he doesn’t stop. He continues rubbing my clit and pushing into me.
Each rough thrust pushes me farther onto the bed; my hands move to the headboard, and I weakly attempt to pull myself away from him but fail. He’s much stronger than me and easily grips onto my hips and pulls me back toward him.
I’ll likely be unable to walk in the morning, but that’s a challenge I’m willing to accept.
My body shakes and thrashes around the bed, clawing at the damp sheets beneath me, my voice raspy from my constant screams of pleasure, but he doesn’t stop. Dean is determined to fuck himself into my brain so I’ll never forget him, not that it would be possible anyway.
“Take it, Camille, take all of me.” I don’t realize that I’m crying until he leans closer to me and his warm tongue licks at the corner of my eyes, licking my tears away. The back of my thighs ache from the stretch. His weight is pressing them back against me with the way he’s leaning toward me. My knees are nearly to my chin.
There’s a burning sensation in my muscles, and if I weren’t on the verge of passing out from too many orgasms, I’d laugh at hownotflexible I am.
Luckily for me, he drops my legs from his shoulders and wraps them around his waist, his forearms on either side of my head caging me in. His thrusts remain consistent and punishing. Even as I claw his back to the point I know I’m drawing blood, he still doesn’t stop or let up on me. I’m unable to hear the slap of his skin against mine because of my loud cries, but I can feel it.
“You’re mine, Cam, all fucking mine,” he grunts. “This pussy, your lips, your body. You’re mine. Do you understand me? Or do I need to continue fucking you into submission?” My jaw drops, my mouth hanging open. I’m too stunned to speak, too out of my head to even think of anything to say.
With a smirk, Dean closes his lips and spits into my open mouth.
“Do you fucking understand?” he growls, beads of sweat dripping down onto my chest. Lifting my arms, I tangle my fingers in his damp hair and tug him closer to me, crushing my lips against his, swallowing the saliva.
My mouth is dry, our kiss is dry, and our lips stick together when he pulls away. We’re a complete and total fucking mess.
My mouth may be dry, but at least my pussy is wet, and that’s all that matters.
Instead of speaking, I nod frantically. He understands what I’m nodding about. He doesn’t need me to say it.
I’ve never had sex so rough before, and now I don’t know how I’d be able to survive without it. His head dips between us, as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it so hard that it will leave a bruise.
“Oh fuck! I can’t take anymore!” Finding my voice, I scream, my pussy fucking throbbing with another orgasm.
