I've got your dick…and I'm going to use it to punish that smart mouth when I get there.
I laugh as the view of the camera shows him moving again, and I keep my eyes on the screen as he weaves through the mountain roads until he's pulling his Chopper into the shed outback. I bounce on my feet as I wait for the notification that he's cancelled the lockdown.
As soon as he steps through the door, I run to him and jump into his waiting arms.
“Get the fuck out, Mac,” Dean says between ravishing kisses. “You don't want to see what's about to happen.”
“Got that,” Mac chuckles. “I told her the same thing about what you were doing tonight. But her hardheaded ass watched the whole time anyway.”
When the door closes after Mac steps out, Dean sets me on my feet and takes my face in his hands, holding my gaze.
“You watched me ride?” he asks.
“I watched it all,” I tell him. “I wanted to be with you even if I wasn't physically with you.”
“You saw…” He steps away from me and runs a hand through his hair. ‘Fuck!”
“Dean, stop freaking out,” I tell him. “You did what you had to do. I was pissed that you left me behind, not knowing if you were coming back. I'm still pissed that youorderedme on lockdown. But nothing you did tonight changes the way I feel about you.”
“Yeah?” He takes a step forward. “And how do you feel about me, Sloan?”
“I…” I step forward until my chest touches his. “I love you, Dean.”
“I love you too,” he rasps out before dropping his lips to mine. “I want you so fucking bad, but I'm so wound up on adrenaline from tonight, I'm scared of hurting you.”
“Then, fucking hurt me, because I need you toshowme how much you love me.” I jump, forcing him to catch me as I attack his mouth with mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Dean
I’m glad I stopped to shower before leaving Cherokee Falls, so I didn't come home to Sloan covered in blood. That's not how I wanted to tell her I loved her for the first time. But with the excitement of the night still coursing through my blood, it's somehow perfect for us. She's not scared of the man I am. I don't have to hide my devil from her, because she's got a little devil in her, too.
“I'm going to worship you because I love you,” I say as I drop her on the couch before shedding my clothes and stroking my dick. “But I'm going to fuck you like I hate you.”
“Fuck, yes,” she pants as she strips out of her tank top and jeans before spreading her thighs to show me how wet she is. “You can worship me with your tongue, right here.” She circles her clit with fingers, moaning as I drop to my knees. “Keep yourhands on my thighs. If you want to touch me; you touchonlyme until I come all over your handsome face.”
“Yes, ma'am,” I say with a dark laugh. As my eyes connect with hers, I bite down on her clit, making her cry out.
I don’t have to wonder if she knows how hard it is for me to submit. Of course, she knows. It’s the reason she put me in this position. To make meprovemy love. She already knows she owns me, but I own her, too. I own every ounce of pleasure her body will ever feel. Every moan. Every laugh. Every day…for the rest of our lives.
She told me to keep my hands on her thighs, so I do. I rub teasing circles with my thumbs, barely grazing her pussy with each pass until she’s writhing and begging me to give her more.
“How much more?” I ask before licking her at the same slow pace I have been for the last few minutes.
“I want it all,” she pants. “Give meeverything.”
I use my thumbs to spread her lips before thrusting my tongue into her. My cock aches, but I ignore it as I fuck her with my tongue. When her pussy quivers as she reaches the edge, I pull her clit between my teeth and nibble until she comes. With her cream coating my chin, I kiss up the center of her body until I get to her mouth.
“You taste so fucking good,” I say before kissing her long and deep.
When she moans at her own flavor on my tongue, I pull back and grab her waist to flip her over. I lift her until she's bent over the back of the couch before using my knees to spread hers wider as I coat my dick in her arousal.
“Hold on,” I tell her as my head notches at her entrance. As soon as her hands grip the back of the couch, I slam home. “Fuckkkk,” I groan as she cries out before instantly pushing back, silently demanding more.
So, I give it to her. I pull back to the tip and barrel forward again, setting a fast and hard pace. The sofa slams into the wall with every thrust, but I don’t ease up. I pound into her until I feel her walls flutter around me. I grip her ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises as I spread them open and spit into her crack. Then, I shove my thumb into her ass as I reach around to pinch her clit with my other hand, setting her off.
“That's it. Give it to me,” I demand as her perfect body convulses until she squirts all over me, drawing my own orgasm to the surface. “I'm gonna fill you so full,” I grunt as the first wave of cum erupts from me.
