“To me?”
“Yes.” I feel his fingertips skim lower to tease the ridge of my collarbone. “To you.”
“Why?”
He makes that warning sound in the back of his throat, signaling a dead end. Whatever his reasons are, he won’t tell me. Before I can push and probably start an argument, Dean moves over me, settling his hips into the cradle of my thighs. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
“Play?” The sudden press of his thick, rigid cock against meis enough to pull a soft, shuddering gasp up the length of my throat. “I wasn’t aware that we wereplaying.”
Braced on an elbow, Dean looks down at me. “Of course we’re playing, Mills…” Dipping his head, he nips his teeth against my lower lip, his hips flexing again on a low, rumbling groan when my mouth opens under his. “It’s what we do, you and me…” He does it again, rubbing the head of his stiff cock against my throbbing clit. “It’sallwe do.” Hissing softly at the contact, Dean’s mouth slides along the tight line of my jaw, teeth nipping, tongue licking, until it’s hovering above my ear. “Play games …” Flexing his hips again, Dean notches the head of his cock against my entrance. “Try to beat each other...”
“Dean…” Lifting my hips on a mewling whimper, I press my hands into the small of his back, fingers digging into his spine, trying to pull him closer. “Please…”
I feel a rough chuckle rumble against my throat when he hears how desperate I am. “Please what?” Lifting his head to look down at me, Dean flexes his hips again, just enough to give me the tip of his cock. “If you want something, Morticia, you’re going to have to swear for it,” he says, his teasing in direct conflict to what he just finished telling me.
Okay.
Two can play at that game.
Wrapping my legs around Dean’s hips, I angle mine underneath his, opening myself up to him completely. “I want you to quitplaying gamesand fuck me, Dean…” Lifting my head off the pillow, I drag the flat of my tongue up the tight, straining cords of his tattooed neck, stopping at his ear. “I want to feel your cock—every inch of it, pounding itself inside me. Stretching my pussy?—”
“Fuuuck…” Turning his head on a feral growl, Dean captures my mouth with his, licking his way past my slightly parted lips, his tongue stroking and tangling itself around mine, claiming my mouth while he rocks his hips like he did before, giving me short, shallow thrusts, the head of his cock rubbing against my G-spot.
It feels good.
Too good.
So good, I can already feel the heat of release tingling against the base of my spine, ready to explode.
Tearing my mouth away from his, I dig the back of my head into the pillow on a frustrated moan. “Dean…” Sliding my hands lower, I sink my fingers into his ass cheeks, trying desperately to pull him closer. Make him give me more. Fuck me harder. “Every inch…” Lifting my hips, I meet his with a soft, strangled cry. “I want?—”
“Fuck.” It comes out on a rough tone against the side of my neck, a second before I feel the arm braced on the pillow next to my head, push itself deeper, lifting him over me. His other arm reaches back to hook itself around my leg, pulling it from around his waist. Looking down at me, Jaw flexing, ink-covered chest pumping, Dean shakes his head. “Do you remember what I said? What I need you to do?”
Be still for me, Princess. Be my good girl and let me fuck you the way I need to…
“Yes.” Nodding up at him, I fight the urge to move so I can pull him deeper inside me on my own. “I’ll be good.”
“That’s the fucking problem…” Lifting my leg even higher, he settles it over his shoulder, the back of my trembling thigh, pressed against his chest. “Too good…” Leaning heavily against the arm braced beside me, Dean flexes his hips, stroking himself inside me on a hissing groan, the stinging pressure of it nearly enough to take my breath away. Rolling my lips between my teeth to keep from crying out, I swallow the moan trying to push its way up the back of my throat. “So good…” Looking down at me, he does it again, pulling back slowly before pumping himself back in, working his cock deeper and deeper with every slow, measured thrust. “You’re doing so good, Princess…” Turning his head, Dean presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Taking me so perfectly…” The hand wrapped around the top of it grips and pulls, opening me even wider. “Every inch…” He pumps his hips against mine, harder and faster with every stroke. “My good fucking girl.” Scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, he groans, the rumble of it low and tight in his chest. “Touch yourself, Millie…”
“Dean…” I moan his name, pushing a hand between us to swirl my fingers against my throbbing clit without hesitation. Over and over, again and again until every nerve ending is on fire. Until every cell is screaming for more. “Harder. Please—I need?—”
Giving in on a rough shout, Dean gives me what I’m begging for, his hips pistoning against mine, so hard and fast, it nearly breaks me.
Yes.
Throwing my other hand up, I press the palm of it flat against the headboard and lock my elbow, holding myself steady, taking everything he’s giving me. Every deep, ruthless inch of him until I’m stretched so tight I can feel the scream of it in my bones, and I’m teetering on the brink of oblivion.
“Dean.” I say his name again, this time on a scream, right before I come, my back bowed so tight, I can feel the shake of it in my spine as wave after wave of sensation washes over me.
Throwing my leg off his shoulder, Dean falls over me on a roar, hips still grinding and pumping against mine while my quivering pussy grips and flexes around his cock. “That’s my good perfect girl…” Hand fisting itself in my hair, he pulls, angling my head so he can growl it in my ear, each word punctuated by a deep, punishing thrust while he comes inside me. “Milk my cock like a good little slut.”
His dirty words, coupled with the relentless pound of him inside me, triggers another orgasm, this one deeper. So deep it twists my bones, wrapping me around him before flinging me to the stars.
FORTY-TWO
I’ve completely checked out.
My plan to leave.
