Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
DEAN
She tasted so good. Thank God for all the romance novels laying around when I lived at home. Shae seemed to enjoy what I did. To say I was nervous about the next part was an understatement. But when she said she was mine, and called me hers, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to be inside of her. I figured I wouldn't last very long so I made sure she was taken care of first.
She pulled my face to hers and as she kissed me hard, I slid myself inside her slick heat and every nerve in my body was sparking like I stuck my finger in a socket. I gripped her hip as I thrusted in and out, and she rocked with me. We had a perfect rhythm, and I never wanted it to end, but I knew I was about to lose it.
Reaching between us, I rubbed her clit with my free hand. “I’m so sorry,” I gritted out, “but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
She grabbed my ass and angled her hips sending a zap to the base of my spine. “Don’t hold back, Dean. I want you to come.”
I lost control at her approval and slammed into her, making sure to keep the steady roll of my thumb on her clit. She squeaked again and her head flew back just as my release began to pulse out. Her channel squeezed around me, milking me as I kept thrusting. “Fuck, so good, Shae.”
Finally, I fell on her in a puddle of nothing but quickly realized what I’d done and tried to lift up. “Shit, I’m so sorry but I couldn’t help it.”
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. “Don’t you dare move. Just pull out so you don’t leak but stay right here.”
I did as she said and wrapped my arms under her. “I can’t believe I’m holding you.”
“Never let go, okay?” she said. And somehow, I knew she didn’t just mean right now.