AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fucking hell, Mads.”
The wet sounds of me fucking his fingers mixed with his heavy breathing spurs me on. I start rolling my hips, taking his fingers deeper. Warm tingles then start to seep up my spine. I shut my eyes, biting my lip as the pleasure starts rising within me. “VP,” I whisper, suddenly needing more.
He withdraws his fingers, and I wait, my breath running slightly wild.
Looking over my shoulder, I see him, his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he looks at my body bent over before him.
“Flat on the bed. Take everything off except the skirt.”
I stand up straight, letting my shirt slip off my shoulders to the floor.
He continues to stroke himself slowly as he watches me undress, taking off my bra.
I then climb on the bed, facing him, and lie on my back.
Dean steps close to me. Releasing his cock, he trails his hands up my legs until he reaches my knickers. He pulls them down slowly, chucking them over his shoulder once they’re off. Then he parts my legs wide, admiring my body, his eyes devouring every inch of me.
Gripping my ankles, he pulls my body to the edge of the bed making my skirt hitch up to my waist.
I hold my bump as he pulls me, smiling and admiring him as he loves me.
His mouth is on me as soon as I’m where he wants me. He licks and sucks with expertise, his tongue stroking me delicately.
I close my eyes and bask in a weightlessness that washes over me. I feel like I’m floating, my body succumbing to him. It’s bliss. Tension starts leaving my muscles.
When he inserts two fingers, I twine my fingers into his hair. “Dean,” I moan.
He hums against my skin, then works me harder.
My legs part wider. My orgasm drawing closer. “Dean I’m… I’m!” Raising my hips into him, I shatter around his face, moaning like a lovesick whore.
He doesn’t stop until my body stops twitching. “I will never tire of watching you come like that,” he says, flattening his tongue against me one more time.
I shudder with a smile as I try to prise my eyes open.
Climbing over my body, Dean glides inside me without anyhesitation.
My lips part, and I hold him close to me.
He’s still. Watching. It’s like he’s counting every freckle. Every single inch of my face, he takes in. “You shine brighter than the sun, you know that?” he murmurs, his hand stroking my hair.
Pulling his head to mine, I hold his face in my hands. “Because I have you.”
The smile he gives me warms my heart.
His hips start to slowly move, but I don’t let go of his face. I keep him close to me as he gradually increases his pace.
He builds, and I watch. I watch him lose himself in me. I watch him become unable to stop the tightening of his face as something else overrides him. It grips him, his eyes blackening, his hands trembling.
Fear?
I consider asking him, but he holds me tighter, his body stiffening as he buries his face in my neck, finding his release. His hips then slow to a steady stop. Gradually, he raises his head to look at me once again. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him what’s wrong but he speaks first. “No more questions, Mads.”
Placing his lips against mine, he closes his eyes, and his palm cups my face. We stay like this; him still on top of me, our foreheads touching, his lips every now and then pushing against mine.
I stay strong even though I sense something dreadful close by.
Once I’m dressed, we make our way back to the main room of the clubhouse. Travis sits on a stool facing the bar. He lifts his empty glass to Talia, signalling he wants another.
