Chapter 20 #2
Oh my God! As she impaled herself on Dean, her breath caught and her spine arched. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time.
Behind her, he groaned with obvious pleasure.
“More, Meghan,” he said in a low growl. “I want to feel the heat of your punished ass against my skin.”
She panted. There wasn’t really pain, but there was an uncomfortable feeling of fullness.
She started to inch forward. She just needed a minute to think.
“No,” he said, grabbing her left hip to hold her in place and pulling her right hand away from her clitoris.
“I’m not sure I can,” she said.
“Yes, you can. You’re twitching and throbbing around my cock like you’re ready to be taken hard and deep. Breathe and come here.”
“I need help,” she pleaded.
“What kind of help, sweetheart?”
“I need—please just make me, Sir. I want you to.”
His right hand caught her other hip, and his grip tightened. Then in one smooth motion he pulled her hips back until her cheeks bumped his groin and belly, shoving him deep inside her.
“Oh God,” she husked.
“Rub yourself,” he said, pulling back and then driving forward.
It was like having a spike driven into her ass that speared her pussy and clit, too. Her throat made strangled sounds of pleasure and pain.
Dean set a steady rhythm, ignoring her confused reaction.
Her hand found its way back under her. She stroked herself as he worked her rear for his own pleasure.
When she came, it was the same heart-pounding, soul-sucking release she got from sex after hard punishments.
Dean’s voice was hard to hear over the heartbeat thudding in her ears. In the distance she heard him groan and say, “That feels amazing. That’s how a good sweet wife milks a cock in her ass.”
Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but also pride.
He pounded faster, and her ring started to burn and ache. She began to cry out.
“Dean, it hurts!”
He stopped, but didn’t pull out. Instead he pulled back, adding more cream to her and to himself.
“Maybe it’s enough this time,” she whispered between panting.
“No, it’s not,” he said with a soft laugh. “When it’s enough for me, you’ll know.” He glided back and forth. “Better?”
“A little.”
“Be a good girl and relax.”
“It’s really hard,” she said.
“Mmm, I know. You’re going to help me fix that,” he teased.
She gripped the pillow with both arms, hugging it to her, but letting her chest, belly, and hips sink onto the stack of pillows. Dean adjusted his position, widening his knees so he could penetrate her fully.
There was no sharp pain, but his hard, fast thrusts concentrated every thought and sensation right to her stretched bottom-hole. It made her want to cry and to come again.
The warm seed squirting into her made her belly and pussy tighten.
“Mmmm,” Dean moaned, his thrusts turning to sharp, shallow jabs.
She looked over her shoulder, her lashes damp. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back. The sheen of sweat only made him look more powerful. All those taut muscles, his clenched jaw, his wide chest expanding with breath. He was utterly gorgeous.
His lids finally rose slowly, and he looked down at her. He took a deep breath and pulled out of her, separating her cheeks to look at her right there where he’d been.
She squirmed, trying to escape. For several moments, he gripped her globes too tight for her to get away.
He finally released her sore buttocks and leaned forward to kiss her lower back. “You made that so good for me, sweetheart.”
“I’m glad,” she said with a small smile.
“I’m going to take shower.”
“Want me to come?” she asked, starting to move.
He put a hand on her butt, pushing her back down. “No. Stay here. Lying just like you are now.”
She stared up at him. “Why?”
“Because I love looking at you. And because I’m going think about what we just did while I take a shower. If you were in there, it would distract me.”
“Do you really need to relive it after it just happened?”
“Yes.”
She laughed softly and shrugged. “Do what you want.”
“Of all the things you say to me, those are my favorite four words,” he said with a wink. “Well, except for the big three.”
“The big three?”
“I love you.”
She chuckled. “Oh my gosh,” she said, shaking her head. “Of course. You’ve got my thoughts so jumbled.”
“Speaking of the big three. I love you, Meghan,” he said.
“I love you too.”
He bent and kissed her mouth. “You’re not sorry, are you? That you let me do that to you?”
“No. I’m glad.”
He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Cover up while I’m gone so you don’t get cold.”
“I’ll take a shower after you.”
“No, you don’t need to.”
“My hair smells like hairspray, my makeup’s smeared, and other parts of me…” She trailed off. She could feel that slippery cream between her cheeks and other slippery fluids inside her and coating her lower lips. “I need a shower.”
“No, you don’t. Wait till morning.”
She made an exasperated sound. “Men have such weird ideas about what’s sexy.”
“You have no idea,” he said, flashing her a smile. “Well, you have some idea.” He winked again, then walked away giving her a view of his perfect muscled backside.