Chapter 7 Ruby #2
Slowly, Dean sank to his knees. Pushing my skirt up around my waist, he parted my thighs. I twisted my fingers into the thin sheets, mesmerized at the sight of him burying his head between my legs.
Then his mouth was there—where his fingers and cock had been—and I didn’t think it was possible to feel even better than before. But the slickness of his tongue on my clit, tracing the length of my entrance, flooded through me like liquid gold.
I clutched his head with both hands, holding him in place with my fingers locked in his hair. Starving for more. So much more. All of it.
I wanted everything he was willing to give me. Every sweep of his tongue. Every soul-sucking kiss to my clit.
“Holy shit,” I rasped. “Dean—don’t stop—”
He clamped his hands to my thighs and yanked, pinning me to the mattress, flat on my back. Guiding my legs around his head, he worked his jaw into my sopping wet pussy. He gripped my ass tightly, keeping me pressed against his relentless tongue.
I gulped at the air desperately, flooded with pleasure beyond anything I’d experienced before. My favorite toy never made me feel like this.
For several agonizing, glorious minutes, Dean kept me hovering on the brink of sweet bliss. Shaking. Breathless. Deliriously out of my mind with the skills of his mouth and tongue.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore of it, Dean closed his lips around my clit and sucked hard. My orgasm snapped. I shouted his name, bowing off the bed. Every muscle in my body seized. My world narrowed to a burning point of light, weightless in oblivion.
At last, Dean pulled back, sliding his hands down my legs again. I whined at the loss of him, slumping against the mattress.
“Don’t worry, honeybee,” he said with a hum. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Sliding off his cut, he draped it over one of the chairs, before removing his shirt. This time, I let my gaze roam over his tattooed torso as much as I wanted to, lingering on every flex and shift of muscle.
After kicking off his boots, he stripped his jeans down, releasing his cock.
Dear God, no wonder he made me feel so full.
The flared crown was flushed to a mouthwatering shade of red.
The length wasn’t particularly intimidating, but the girth of him…
it was a miracle I’d managed to take as much as I did already.
And judging by the low hanging swing of his balls, the weighted bob of his cock…all of that equipment looked heavy.
Dean palmed his cock, attempting to adjust the condom that had nearly slid off. But it tore in the process and he swore under his breath, tossing it in the garbage.
“Hate to say it, honeybee,” he said. “But I don’t have another one.”
“I don’t care,” I replied.
He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m on birth control,” I added.
And I want you inside me with nothing between us.
“I tested clean a few months ago,” Dean offered.
“So, we have a green light. We’re good to go.”
He tilted his head to the side, slowly looking over me, half naked in my post-orgasmic state.
“Except for the fact that you're overdressed."
Crossing the room to stand before me, Dean took the hem of my sweater and pulled it up over my head. I raised my arms, letting myself soak in the moment.
This was really happening. My wildest dream was coming true.
Unhooking my bra, I hurried to lean back against the pillows. Dean settled between my thighs, bracketing my body with his arms braced on the mattress. A giddy little smile of anticipation spread across my face and I wiggled beneath him.
“You can change your mind at any time, you know that, right?” Dean asked.
I nodded, cupping his face in my hands. There was no chance of that happening.
Fisting his cock with a few quick pumps, he lined up at my entrance again. I held my breath, my gaze locked on his face and the concentration between his brows.
I kissed him, deep and slow. Proving to him that I was ready. I’d wanted him so badly for so long.
Dean growled against my lips with a long, careful thrust. It was smoother this time, without the discomfort, but I still found myself panting at the sheer size of him.
“Fuck, look at you, honeybee,” he said. “Taking every inch of my cock like a good girl.”
A wrecked sound escaped me as Dean pulled out and thrust back in—deeper, circling and grinding his hips. My nails dug into his chest, scraping along skin and ink. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Told you I’d ruin that pretty little pussy of yours for other men. You’re mine, Ruby. All mine.”
“Then leave your mark,” I said, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close.
Dean’s gaze darkened. In an instant, his body language shifted, from patient and careful, to beast-like, prepared to stake his claim.
Tightening his fist in my hair, he buried his cock deep inside me, sweeping his tongue past my lips with a scorching kiss.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the euphoria of it all.
His weight, pressing me into the mattress.
The power and intensity in his straining muscles.
And that cock, driving into me again and again.
We lost ourselves in each other—tangled limbs, grasping hands, grinding together in a frenzy of passion. My orgasm hovered within reach. Dean’s sloppy thrusts indicated he wouldn’t be far behind.
He wedged one hand between our sweat-slick bodies, licking a hot, wet stripe up my neck as he rubbed my clit.
“Fall apart for me, honeybee. I want to see how fucking beautiful you look when you come all over my cock and milk me dry.”
A sob of pleasure tore from my throat as I tipped over the edge. Dean rammed home with a final surge, growling in my ear. I wished we could stay like this forever—soaring and bright, drunk on each other.
Eventually, the high faded, and I burrowed into Dean’s shoulder, unwilling to let him go. My thighs felt sticky and my muscles were aching from so much exertion.
But it was well worth the wait.