Dean nodded, his hand still moving in slow, easy strokes. “That’s it. Imagine it’smyfinger inside you. Me getting you ready for my dick.” His own breathing hitched. “I could fuck that tight little hole all night long, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“The things you say,” I whispered.
He grinned. “You’ve got no one to blame but yourself.” He slapped his rigid cock against his belly. “This is what you do to me. All I have to do is think about the sounds you make when I’m balls deep inside you, and I’m like a fucking rock.”
Every word he uttered dragged me closer to the edge.
“Dean,” I pleaded.
His breath stuttered. “You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
I swallowed, both hands still in motion as I finger-fucked my hole. “Yes. Let me come.”
“Not yet.”
“Dean!”
He shook his head. “No.”
He was refusing me, and I had never been so aroused.
Pre-cum fell in a steady stream onto the blanket. I scooped it frommy slit and used it as lube, unable to prevent the moans that escaped me constantly. My hips jerked, my body trembled.
“Dean…”
He stared at me, mouth open, eyes so wide. “Come.”
I groaned, warmth covering my hand, my hole so tight around my finger. Shudders jolted through me, like ripples on a pond, multiplying, spreading everywhere.
Dean let go of his dick and quickly removed his sweatpants. He sat back, holding his cock around its base as he added more lube. “Turn around and sit on it.” His breathing was ragged, and I knew he couldn’t last much longer.
Then I realized.
No condom.
He nodded, as if reading my thoughts. “We still okay with this?”
I was more than okay.
“Yes.” The syllable cracked as it left my mouth.
I crawled over to him, stood on the bed, then squatted over his lap. I saw my reflection in the mirror on the wall facing the bed, my chest and neck flushed, my eyes bright. Then I lowered myself down, Dean guiding the head of his dick to meet my hole, easing it into me.
I let out a long, strangled moan as he filled me.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. “Fuck yourself on it, baby.”
I dug my fingers into my own thighs, supporting myself as I rode, his cock all the way home, stretching me, his hips in motion now, thrusting up into me. I bounced on his shaft, watching him fuck me in the mirror, seeing his eyes so impossibly wide, his lips parted, his fingers digging into my chest as he picked up speed.
Kvrat. The light in my own face, the joy I saw there…
And then I felt it, the throb of his dick inside me, the warmth that filled me, unmuted. I watched his balls tighten and release, his shaft pulse as he emptied himself into me.
I rolled my head back as I came a second time, shaking, unable to keep the words in a second longer.
“Volim te.”
Dean groaned, and he grabbed my head, turning my face toward his. He kissed me, feeding me sounds of unfettered joy and longing.
