“So tell me,” I say in a voice so low that I’m not really sure I even spoke it aloud.
Goosebumps pepper my skin when the tip of his nose runs along my collarbone.
“She wanted something I’ve promised to only give one person.” A quick lick up my throat makes heat pool within me. “She wouldn’t leave, so I pushed her up against the side of my truck.” One large palm teases the hem of my shirt, rough fingertips brushing against my already burning flesh. “I bit her neck so hard that she finally understood that being with me isn’t an option.” I should be afraid right? Concerned that he basically assaulted a woman tonight,right? But deep down, I’m so turned on that he’d punish someone that way, just for me. If I asked him, would he punish me?
As his hands skate up my sides, stopping just below my breasts, he pulls his head back, staring into my eyes. “Don’t you see it now? You are it for me.Mine, Hannah. And I’m yours.” All I can do is nod back at him, the sheer determination in his voice bending me to his will. “Say it.”
“Y-Yours,” I stutter. He nods at me a few times before reaching up and pinching my nipples between his fingers. A soft moan slips past my lips, earning me one of those evil grins I’ve been craving.
“Get on your knees.” My eyes go wide, but my body obeys. I sink to the floor, my knees landing hard on the wood. I watchwith rapt attention as his long, thick fingers unbuckle his belt, pop the button on his black jeans, and slowly pull the zipper down. “Take me out,” he rasps. I look up at him, all too eager to finally see what he’s been hiding behind that massive buckle. My fingers shake as I pull the buckle to the side, the largeWglinting in the soft glow from the lamp on my bedside table. I hook my fingers in his belt loops and pull his chaps down with his jeans. He frees his feet from his boots just before he kicks everything roughly to the side. Those boots of his hit the wall, dirt flying off his dirty leather and fringe before settling on the floor around us. I look up at him again, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
“I’m about to punish you, Hannah.” I watch as he grips his erection through his black briefs and squeezes, the rose on his hand stretching with each stroke.
Swallowing hard, I whisper, “What for?”
Sinking his fingers into my hair, he wraps it around his fist and pulls, making my eyes roll at the delicious pain that zings from my scalp through every inch of my body. “For even thinking I’d want some stretched out buckle bunny when I can have your tight pussy any time I please.” When I don’t respond, he grips my hair tighter, tipping my head up to face him. “Ain’t that right, darlin’?” he growls down at me. I can feel my panties getting soaked with each filthy word. I nod frantically.
“Yes, anytime.” The words come out raspy and thick.
“Good girl. Open your mouth.” I don’t even think, I just do. I watch as he pulls saliva from his mouth before leaning down, opening his mouth just an inch above mine. My insides twist and my pussy pulses as I watch it fall from him into my awaiting mouth, feeling it pool. “Pull me out,” he instructs. And I do. His cock springs free and bobs between us. As if he can read my hesitation, he runs a thumb across my lips, pulling my chin down and opening my mouth wider.
“Remember, there is nothing weak about you, Hannah Harlow.” And with that, he slides himself inside my mouth, holding my head still with both of his hands. I gag the second his head touches that back of my throat. Embarrassed, I look up at him with watery eyes. But his are clouded with lust, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And damn him for making me feel like it. Pulling out, he runs his fingers through my hair, soothing the sting from his tugging. “Have you done this before?” he asks. When I shake my head, a feral grin spreads from ear to ear, his fingers tightening their grip against my scalp.
“I won’t go easy on you, but you’ll learn quick how to handle me.” I’m not sure I ever will, but I’m learning that when it comes to Dean, I have no say in how badly I want him. He taps my mouth with the tip of his cock, sliding it in once I open my mouth. He sets a steady pace, bumping into the back of my throat until I gag, holding there for a moment until I adjust to him, then doing it all over again.
The feel of him in my mouth isn’t as horrible as I had envisioned a dick sliding against my tongue would be. He’s smooth, the vein on the underside of him the only thing that I can feel rubbing over me. With a new found courage, I experiment swirling my tongue around him, but panic when he pauses and pulls away from me.
“Did I do it wrong?” I ask through ragged breaths, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth and chin. I watch as his chest moves rapidly before he drops his head back.
“Fuck no, darlin’. Do that again.” Smiling, I open as he slides in like he belongs there and picks up his rhythm. Each time I let my tongue explore his length, he growls out a curse and pushes deeper. I’m so turned on by the way he controls me, by the wayIcontrolhim. I take him deeper, tears streaming from my eyes. My fingers wander up the back of his calves, gripping his thighsbefore I dig my nails into his ass. “Yess…mark me. Fucking own me, Hannah.” As if I needed permission, I sink into him more, taking him deep into my throat while breathing through my nose. I feel him pulse against my tongue before hot liquid gushes down my throat. There is so much of him that I can’t swallow fast enough. His thrusts slow and his fingers loosen in my hair, stroking my face and wiping the tears away. “You did so well, baby.” His thumb catches a drop of his release on the corner of my mouth. “I love the way you take me.” With his mouth in that grin, I’m quickly becoming obsessed with he rubs it over my lips, then dips his chin at me. I stick my tongue out and lick the salty taste of him off my lips, watching as his eyes darken all over again. He kisses my forehead before bending down fully and lifting me into his arms. Dean holds me close to him, his focus bouncing between my eyes and lips over and over. My heart hammers in my chest, silently begging him to close the space between us and finally let me taste his lips. Just as I lean in closer to him, those full lips just a breath away, his eyes snap back to mine before he tosses me back against my bed.
Damn him.
dean
The factthat I was the first dick she has ever had in her mouth has done something to me. I’ll admit I’m a bit unhinged to begin with, but knowing I had her virgin lips around my cock feeds the beast in me. Her hair flies out around her when she hits the bed with a soft bounce, and I have to have more.
“Off.” My voice is heavy with lust. She eyes me for a moment, making no move to obey. “I’ll rip it off if I have to, darlin’.” As if she considers it for a moment, she pulls those full lips between her teeth, eyebrows furrowed before she shimmies out of her jeans, sits up, and pulls her shirt over her head.Fuck me. All that covers her perfectly tan skin is a scrap of lace between her legs and a sheer bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. “Tell me something…”
“Anything.” She answers so quickly it catches us both by surprise. Her cheeks flood with pink, and I have to look away before my heart gives out.
“Why do you wear such pretty underwear when no one's gonna see it?”
Her eyes wander down my naked body, lingering on the ink across my lower stomach. Out of all the places on my body that are covered in tattoos, the one just above my pubic bone hurt the most. I remember laying there for hours, letting the pain and vibration of the tattoo gun wash away the pain I felt from not being home. It was Owen’s birthday. My mom had invited me home to spend it with them, but I’d left her text and calls unanswered. Unable to talk myself into going and letting down my pride. I had been gone a long time at that point, and revisiting everything would have just stirred it up more. So I got drunk and tattooed a Royal Flush across the V of my stomach. Each card portrays the image of a cowboy riding a bareback bronc.
“It’s nice to feel pretty under all my dirty.” Her voice is soft, vulnerable, and so unlike her tough exterior. The sight of her in that pale pink lace stokes my fire again, and I can feel my dick getting harder the longer I drink her in.
“Fuck, I want all your dirty cowgirl.” Reaching behind her, I flip her over, pulling her hips back roughly until her ass is in the air. When she looks over her shoulder at me, I don’t miss the way her eyes glaze over. Placing both my palms on each side of her ass, I run my rough hands over her smooth skin. She has to be mine. No chance in hell any other man can see the way she looks propped up like this, ass in the air, ready to be fucked into her headboard. Just as I’m about to rip the lace from her hips, black ink along the curve of her ass cheek catches my attention. Leaning in to get a closer look, I can’t help the laugh that I let out. I don’t remember laughing or smiling as much as I have around Hannah in years.
“What?” She squirms beneath me, trying to turn over. My hands hold her steady while I trace the tattoo. Her body suddenly stills.
“Does this say...”
“Don’t you dare.” The glare she shoots me is deadly.
“Who in their right mind getsyeehawtattooed on their ass?” I practically howl with laughter. Doubling over, I collapse against her back, shaking at the completely irrational and hilarious word she has forever inked into her perfect skin. She manages to shake me off her, rolling me onto the floor in a fit of hysteria. I land with a thud, the pain from my ride earlier a distant ache. Through watery eyes, I see her stand above me, arms crossed over those perfect tits.
“I was drunk!” She says like that makes it better, her arms thrown out wide in exasperation.
