“Hush. I’m hungry.” My fingers trailed the seam of the black lace thong, down to her damp core.
“Dean,” she whined as my finger rubbed up and down over her covered clit.
“You want my mouth?”
She tried to move closer to me, but that only got her another spanking. Grabbing the back of her thighs, I shoved her against the island. “Words, Gwen.”
“Yes. Please. Please, baby,” she groaned, pressing her forehead against the surface.
“You are so fucking pretty when you beg for me.” I shredded the fabric from her skin and tossed it aside. She said something about me buying her new underwear as I dove into my meal, shoving all other thoughts to the back of my mind. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, she cried out. My arm snaked around her hips, holding her in place as my free hand inched up her thighs.
She tasted so fucking good.
Sweetest fucking pussy I'd ever had, and it was allmine.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmured against her, and she writhed for me. I sunk a finger into her tight, wet heat as my cock wept inside my jeans. I latched onto her clit again, sucking and licking like a man starved. She was grinding back against me, seeking her pleasure. Chuckling, I shoved another digit in, stretching her and prepping her for me. She was so fucking tight.
She moaned, begging for mercy, and I only fucked her harder.
“Give it to me, baby girl. I’m fucking starving,” I ordered as I removed my fingers and shoved my tongue inside.
Her pussy quivered around me, her release coating my tongue and beard. I lapped up every single drop, humming in approvalas her legs shook. She was sated, her cheek resting against the surface of the countertop as I stood, undoing my jeans.
“Been missing this little pussy,” I rumbled as I freed my aching cock. “You miss my cock, Gwen?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open as I lined myself up.
“Who is about to fuck you until you can’t walk?”
She sat up, bracing herself on the island, palms down. “You are.”
I slammed inside her, not stopping until my balls were against her ass. Her pussy quivered around my cock as she tried to accommodate me.
“Dean,” she moaned, arching her back.
Grabbing a fistful of her curls, I began to fuck her, snapping my hips in harsh thrusts. “You remember the last time I fucked you here?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
“Who is fucking you?”
“Dean is.”
“Who is the only man allowed to fuck you?”
“You are.”
I pulled all the way out and leaned over her to find her ear. “Who is my beautiful woman? My most precious possession?”
She whimpered. “I am.”
I sunk my cock inside her again, covering her mouth.
“You.”
Thrust.
“Are.”
