“Don’t even bother to say another man’s name whilst I have my fingers inside of you, fictional or not. My name is the only one that leaves your mouth right now.”
My possessiveness over her seeps through the cracks but I’m not ashamed of it. I only ever want to hear my name leave her mouth whilst I’m inside of her. She giggles at my threat and continues to read.
“He.. slides his fingers inside my pussy, curling them upwards to stroke my most sensitive spot.. bringing me.. higher.” Her words are strained between breaths as I follow along with her, pushing my fingers inside her sopping pussy and curling them upwards, stroking against her G-spot. The book shakes in her hands as I continue to play with her, coaxing her first orgasm out of her.
“Dean, I’m..”
“Come for me baby.” I groan against her skin, pressing soft kisses to her clit and I feel her walls tighten around my fingers, gripping them as her orgasm fires through her system.
Ana gently falls back to earth but I don’t remove my fingers, instead I keep them lodged inside her, gently adding a third. She groans at the sensation and attempts to read again but I grab the book with my free hand and place it back in the box.
“Are you done?” She asks with disappointment in her voice, and just to prove her wrong I push my fingers further inside of her whilst using my other hand to circle her clit before spitting on her perfect cunt. I watch my saliva run between her pussylips, then lift my heated gaze to hers.
“Does this look like I’m done with you baby? Cos’ I’ll never be fucking done with you.”
She parts her mouth to answer but I quickly cut her off by clamping my mouth over her pussy and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her fingers weave into my longer hair, nails scraping against my scalp as I eat her pussy, tasting her juices on my tongue like a five star meal.
Ana writhes beneath me as I continue my attack on her sopping cunt, feasting on her like a man starved and maybe I am. Starved for everything that she is. Aching and desperate to have her. Her thighs clamp tightly around my head, her feet dangling over my shoulders as I curl my fingers inside of her again, flicking my tongue against her clit until she’s shaking all over.
“Dean! Fuck!” She cries out, her fingers gripping onto my roots and I could happily die here, drowning in her pussy.
I give her abused clit one last suck before releasing my mouth and flicking my eyes up to meet hers.
“You still with me baby?”
“Yes! Please don’t stop.” She begs beautifully and I yank another orgasm out of her shaking body. Wetness pours from her pussy as I slide my fingers in and out of her, dragging every ounce out of her.
Ana’s body begins to relax but I’m nowhere near finished. I’ve spent months without her, starving to death, crawling on my hands and knees to bring her back to me, and I’ve not nearly had my fill of her yet.
Sliding my fingers out of her, I run my hands up her body until I reach her waist and pull her up to face me. Her ocean eyes are glassy like multi-coloured marbles that shine in the sun as she looks at me, her skin flushed and glowing from her orgasm.
“I want another one from you, pretty girl.” I murmur against the soft apex of her neck and she tips her head, allowing me access, moaning softly as I kiss across her jaw until I reach her pink lips. “You’re gonna ride my cock and give me another orgasm, aren’t you baby?” I coax, playing with her stiff nipples over the top of her t-shirt.
“Yes..” She moans as she pushes her perky tits into the palms of my hands, searching for my touch and I give it to her, my thumbs circling the tight buds.
“That’s it baby, ache for me, just as I ache for you.” I praise against her lips before biting the soft flesh of her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it slightly and causing her to moan heavily from the different sensations. She reaches for me and wraps her arms around my shoulders, threading her fingers into my hair whilst molding her lips to mine, our tongues dancing with one another.
Without breaking contact, I place my hands underneath her thighs and lift her into my arms then take her place in the chair, and I can feel her still wet pussy soaking through my shorts onto my aching cock.
I need her now. More than I’ve ever fucking needed her.
I break the kiss and look up at her. “Ride me baby, use me, do whatever the fuck you have to do to me. Just please, make me come.”
Hearing Dean beg for me has my blood boiling to dangerous levels and my pussy wetter than ever before. The sight of him underneath me, his cock pressing against my entrance makes me want to crawl the walls in desperation. His rough hands rub slow, torturous circles on my thighs, the tips of his fingers grazing the apex of my pussy every time he inches closer.
Reaching for the hem on my t-shirt, I throw all embarrassment away and pull it off before throwing it to the floor, leaving myself bare for him, scars and all. His emerald eyes leave my face and trail down my body, inspecting every inch of me but it’s not with disgust that I was used to before, no, this is something else. Something much more potent and warming, like the sun beaming down on wildflowers. Dean’s gaze is filled with adoration and I can feel it burning against my skin.
“I don’t think,” he starts as he places his hand over the bullet wound, “there will ever be words created to describe how Ifeel for you. Nothing could ever compare to you, not even the brightest star in the sky to the bluest depths of the sea. I’d crawl to the ends of the earth for you and if I bled myself dry in doing so, then I’d happily give my heart and soul to you.”
Tears well in my eyes at his words and I lean down to place a kiss on his lips, the scent of my arousal lingers in his beard, causing me to grind against him, searching for that perfect friction.
He groans in my mouth and grips my hips in his large hands, pulling me back and forth before breaking the kiss, then softly murmurs against my lips. “Put me inside that tight pussy, baby. I want you to fuck me.Now.”
I waste no time in lifting myself up to allow him to pull his shorts down again to release his heavy, thick cock and lining the tip up with my entrance. Placing my hands on his large shoulders, I sink myself down onto him, feeling him stretch me so perfectly.
“That’s it mama, nice and slow.” He guides me through heavy breaths and I know he’s holding everything back to let me do this at my own speed, and I continue to sink down onto him, feeling every inch glide against my walls.
My nails dig into his muscles as my body begins to shake from the immense pleasure and hint of pain that’s radiating through my system.
