“I’d rip this damn thing to shreds for hindering me if I didn’t want you to dance for me again,” he says as he runs his hands under the tule to stoke my bare ass.
“You want me to dance for you again,now?” I ask, hoping he had another plan for rushing to his fortress of an office.
“I want you to dance for me every night,” he says as he grips my ass. “Butnotright now.” He runs his nose up the column of my neck, inhaling before he pulls back to look me in the eye. “Right now, I want to lay you on that couch and devour you.” When I nod, he strides across the room and lowers me to the sofa as he drops to his knees in front of me.
“You don’t torture yourself with these for customers,” he says as he gently removes my pointe shoes and massages my feet.
“Only for you?” I ask with a grin. “I know how much you like to torture me.”
“Not even for me unless you want to,” he says as he digs his thumb into the arch of my foot, making me groan. “But none of those other assholes will appreciate the pain the way I do.”
“Good to know,” I toss his earlier words back at him. “I’ll wear them for you every night if I get this treatment afterward. That feels amazing.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he says as his hands move from my feet to my calves, massaging the muscles there before moving to my thighs.
I let out a whimper when he grips the thong I’m wearing and pulls it down my legs before bringing it to his nose and inhaling the scent of the arousal he caused with a groan.
“That’s only for me, too,” he says as he tucks the lace into his pocket.
“Any more rules I should know about?” I ask haughtily as I wriggle my hips, trying to entice him to give me the friction my body craves.
“Yes.” His hands grip my thighs—unfortunately on top of the tule—to stop my movement. “But we can go over them later.” His hands drift up my thighs until he’s thumbing my clit, and I buck my hips at the sensation of the scratchy material against my most sensitive body part. “Now be a good girl and open up for me.”
He drops his head to kiss my knee when I spread my thighs eagerly before kissing his way up my inner thigh, all while keeping the same pressure on my pulsing clit.
“Dean,” I whimper when he reaches my apex and licks up my seam slowly.
“You taste even better than you smell.” He thrusts his tongue into my opening as his thumb rubs me harder, driving me to the edge faster than I thought possible. “That’s it,” he says when I let out a loud moan. “Give it to me.”
My thighs lock around his head as my body convulses with the most intense orgasm I’ve had. His finger replaces his tongue so he can reach a place inside me that I thought was just a fantasy since I’ve never been with anyone who could find it. When I cry out his name again as I slump into the sofa, he gently pulls his hand back, replacing it with his mouth to gently lick me through the aftershocks.
My eyes pop open at the sound of his belt hitting the floor and I attempt to sit up, ready to return the favor until he pushes me back.
“This isn’t a tit for tat situation,” he says as I watch him grip the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. “I just want to come all over that tutu, so you remember it belongs to me.”
“Just the tutu?” I ask with a pout.
“Keep it up and I’ll fuck that smart mouth,” he says as he strokes himself just out of my reach. “You know damn well…” He groans as his hand speeds up with determination. “Thatyouaremine!”
As soon as the first rope of cum erupts from his dick, landing on the tule, I lift myself and take him into my mouth. I moan around the salty flavor of him as he pushes himself to the back of my throat and shouts my name.
He pulls his spent cock from my mouth before shifting me to lie flat on the couch as he lies on top of me. He kisses me, and we both let out a contented sound as our flavors mix together on our tongues.
“I knew you were fucking perfect for me,” he rasps against my lips when we come up for air. “I should have done this years ago.”
“Why didn’t you?” I ask.
“Because I wanted to protect you from the danger I knew my life would bring,” he says as he shifts to the back of the couch so he’s not crushing me with his weight.
“And now?” I snuggle into him, enjoying the safety I feel at having his huge body beside my petite frame.
“Now, I’ll protect you through the danger.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “Because there’s no way I can let you go, now.”
“Good,” I say against his chest. “Because I kind of like the danger.”
CHAPTER TEN
Dean
