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“Dean,” she whispers. “Y-you don’t have to be so gentle.”
She’s so soft, though, that I worry I’ll mess this up.
I lower my head down to sweep my lips over the soft swells, one then the other, my hands full of her softness. Her pink nipples taunt me, puckered and aching to be tasted. I squeeze them together and take one nipple into my mouth, giving long, firm pulls that make her squirm under me. I tease out the opposite nipple between my greedy fingers. Dakota is so lush and perfect in my hands I can’t imagine not having her near me after this. To touch and squeeze, and to reassure me that my life is complete.
That’s what she is to me. Dakota is exactly what I’ve been looking for, and I intend to remind her of that every moment of her life from now on.
“Look at you,” I murmur, switching to the other nipple, giving it an equally demanding pull from my mouth. “Fucking perfect.”
I graze my teeth slightly over one hard bud. Dakota jerks under me, her pretty nails raking my bare back.
“Good girl,” I murmur between sweet nibbles. “Mark your man.”
Her moans grow urgent and whiny as her hands go to the shorn hair on my head.
She’s so loud, and her body so reactive, I can’t help but wonder what she’ll do when I dive between her thighs.
I once again tug loose the front of Dakota’s jeans.
She pushes at me, as one nipple pops free of my mouth.
Her legs kick out as she wriggles free of her jeans.
“Slow down, baby, I got this.”
I tug the waistband and peel her ripped jeans downward, slowly, tugging them completely off and admiring her pink satin panties.
I hover over her once more and cup her pussy, reveling in her wet heat.
Dakota rolls her hips forward to grind against my hand, hurriedly hooking her thumb in the waistband.
Once again, I have to swat my baby’s hands aside to let me do what I want.
Slowly, I slide her wet panties down her thighs, over her knees, sitting back and looking down at the flushed angel in my bed.
Eventually I pull those panties off her feet and push her thighs open.
“My god,” I say, scanning the strip of tight, damp curls at her center. “Look how wet you are. You’re weeping for it.”
“Dean! Please!”
“Yes, ma’am.” I pop my index finger into my mouth as she watches, her face a mask of fascination and frustration.
I keep my eyes on her as I pop that finger out and then immediately plunge it into her hot hole.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes…no! I need your cock…”
“We’re making such a mess, babe,” I say, ignoring her request. “I can’t wait to taste it. Taste us.”
Her breasts heave as she pants. “Oh god…”
Her slick muscles clamp down around my finger, and I lean in for a wild, claiming kiss.
“Wait, no…” I say, having a truly asshole idea.
“What? Wait? No more waiting, Dean…”
