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I just want to see what he does when I thrust my tits out and run my palms over my still-hard nipples.
Dean’s jaw is tight, and his eyes go dark. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he says, almost a whisper.
With a self-satisfied smile, I pluck one nipple as he watches.
“You trying to make me beg? ’Cause I can watch you do that all damn day, Dakota.”
I come up on my knees and reach down to take Dean’s thick cock in my hand, my thumb and forefinger almost touching but not quite. Damn.
I suck in a breath, fighting the urge to swallow him fast and furious, because I know how good that big cock will feel. The tip of it wets my fingers with pre-cum, further making me crazed with need.
Controlling my breath, I let only the tip find its way home.
He exhales loudly under me, his jaw working. “You trying to make me crazy?”
“Yes,” I tell him truthfully.
A low curse leaves his lips. “That’s a quick way to find yourself on punishment.”
His Southern drawl threatens to wreck me in more ways than one, and I almost give in to the need.
Slowly, I lower down, taking in more of him. Not enough. I know I’m past the point of no return. I’d let him take me seven different ways on a Sunday and ruin me for anyone else.
“Ah, fuck it,” Dean growls, taking control.
Even when he cusses, it sounds so well-mannered.
The next thing I know, he has me on my back.
“Thought you said slow was how it’s gonna be.”
“I changed my mind,” he says with a devastating, tonguing kiss. “You feel too good,” he rumbles, pushing himself home. “Too damn good to waste another second of not being inside you.”
The fullness I feel is unreal.
And it’s not just the sex.
Every part of this man sees every part of me. We’re not so different. For the first time, I feel someone who wants every part of me. Who wants to meet me exactly where I am.
Fully seated to the hilt, Dean moves inside me with long, deep strokes that could make a girl truly addicted.
I have a passing thought that no wonder his ex tried to keep him on as a side piece after they broke up. Truly bad behavior, but I can almost not blame her. Almost. Who wouldn’t get addicted to this?
With my legs wrapped tightly around his middle, he slowly increases his speed until he rams his hips upward, rattling the bed frame against the wall.
“Dakota!” His voice is pure grit.
“Dean!”
He hooks one leg under my knee and presses my leg upward, his cock hitting me inside at a new angle that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I feel the tightness build in my belly, pushing me closer to yet another release.
We are being so reckless and stupid, but I do not care. It feels so damn good.
Consequences be damned. That’s the theme of my day.
And then, Dean absolutely ends me with a string of sweet nothings that feel all too real. It would beso niceif it were real.
