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He laughed. “If I’m ever going to get you past leering at me like I’m a slab of meat, then I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Oh?”
“I wanted this to be slow and sweet. But I can’t wait another minute to have you.” Dean took no time in lifting her and placing her in the middle of the bed. Her cry of surprise had his dick swelling another inch.
Catherine lifted to a sitting position and smiled. “Do you know you get very aggressive when you’re turned on? Out goes the gentle Dean and in comes the wild beast.”
He stepped close to the side of the bed and stared down at her. “Does it bother you?”
She bit her lip and shrugged. “It’s sort of sexy,” she whispered, as if admitting some deep, dark secret.
Dean wanted to respond, but he was rendered mute when Catherine’s hands went to the smooth expanse of her belly. She massaged one palm over her skin, and Dean was mesmerized. Slowly, the hand moved upward, sliding over each breast, kneading and plumping them, then her head fell back as she pinched the raspberry tips. Dean trembled with barely leashed sexual energy. Did she know she was baiting a tiger with her little teasing show? Catherine slipped her delicate fingers over and around the fleshy orbs, and he went rock hard.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, Catherine,” he ground out. “You really shouldn’t tempt me.”
She opened her eyes at his words and smiled saucily, causing his gut to clench. “Well, you keep talking about wanting to go slow with me. That you want this to be sweet. I don’t need that tonight. I only need you. So very badly.”
“What are you asking for, sweetheart? Tell me.”
“You know,” Catherine said, her gaze narrowing in anger. “Don’t make me say the words.”
Dean placed one fist on the bed and leaned close until they were nose to nose. “In here, in my bed, you say the words,” he demanded.
He chin came up and fire lit her eyes. “Fine then,” she muttered. “Fuck me, Dean. I want you to fuck me, hard. I want you to send me to the moon.”
Dean didn’t bother to respond. At once, he was on top of her, pulling her arms above her head and pinning her to the mattress. Catherine gasped and stiffened. Dean didn’t give an inch as he used a knee to push her supple thighs wide and rocked against her wet pussy. He felt her slowly relaxing beneath him. She squirmed a little, but when he lowered his head and sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth, Dean was rewarded by a deep moan from Catherine.
Dean took his time, laving and suckling on one breast, then moving to the other. Then he did it all over again. Soon, he could feel her lower body lifting, grinding against his hips, seeking fulfillment. He lifted immediately and demanded, “You do not come until I allow it, Catherine.”
“My body might not care if you allow it, Dean,” she replied, her voice breathless.
“Mmm, your body knows who the boss is, though, sweetheart.”
She swatted the back of his head. “Pretty arrogant, don’t you think?”
He chuckled. “Not arrogant, just greedy. I don’t want some quick orgasm out of you. I want the mother of all orgasms.”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. An orgasm is an orgasm.”
“Give me a chance to prove you wrong there,” he said. “Do as I say. Exactly as I say.”
She hesitated, her gaze searching his, before she smiled. “Seeing as how I have nothing to lose, I suppose it doesn’t hurt to submit.”
“Good thinking,” he whispered as his gaze roamed over her tits, reddened from his five o’clock shadow, and he knew she was made for him. Only him. Dean took a few seconds to enjoy the sight of such a beautiful creature before he moved to his knees. He inched his way up her body until he straddled her face. “Suck my cock, Catherine,” he murmured. She licked her lips and stared at the head. When she closed her eyes tight, he had a feeling she was trying to take back control of the passion zipping back and forth between them. Dean wouldn’t let her. He wanted her to give herself to him completely.
He took his cock in his fist and rubbed it over her lips, back and forth, drawing a bead of moisture to the bulbous tip. “Don’t you want a taste?”
As she licked her lips, taking in the sticky fluid, Dean nearly shoved her lips open. When her hands grasped his buttocks and pulled him closer, a haze of lust covered his vision. Catherine’s gaze locked with his as she angled her head and sucked his dick into her hot little mouth.
Nothing seemed to matter beyond the feel of her sweet lips wrapped around him so tightly, her tongue stroking him as if
he was her tasty treat.
“Catherine.” Her name, thickly garbled, was all that emerged from his lips.
She kept her eyes trained on his while he placed one large hand at the back of her head and pulled her farther onto him. Dean could feel the head of his dick at the back of her throat. She gagged a little, and he quickly pulled back. “Fuck, sorry,” he muttered.
Catherine didn’t respond. She merely wrapped her lips around his dick again and hummed in pleasure. The vibrations moved over his entire length, driving him to the very brink. Having Catherine love him this way somehow seemed even more intimate than any other. She had the power to bring him to his knees, begging. Her hand came up and cupped his sac, squeezing gently, and Dean was forced to shut his eyes and concentrate on not coming too soon. He threw his head back on a groan as Catherine allowed her hands and mouth to play with him. Her tongue probed the slit in the tip, and her hand massaged his balls. If he wasn’t so anxious to taste hot pussy, he would’ve gladly let the pleasurable torture continue until he gave her a mouthful of his cream.
