Hannah #2
“So tell me,” I say in a voice so low that I’m not really sure I even spoke it aloud.
Goosebumps pepper my skin when the tip of his nose runs along my collarbone.
“She wanted something I’ve promised to only give one person.
” A quick lick up my throat makes heat pool within me.
“She wouldn’t leave, so I pushed her up against the side of my truck.
” One large palm teases the hem of my shirt, rough fingertips brushing against my already burning flesh.
“I bit her neck so hard that she finally understood that being with me isn’t an option.
” I should be afraid right? Concerned that he basically assaulted a woman tonight, right ?
But deep down, I’m so turned on that he’d punish someone that way, just for me. If I asked him, would he punish me?
As his hands skate up my sides, stopping just below my breasts, he pulls his head back, staring into my eyes. “Don’t you see it now? You are it for me. Mine , Hannah. And I’m yours.” All I can do is nod back at him, the sheer determination in his voice bending me to his will. “Say it.”
“Y-Yours,” I stutter. He nods at me a few times before reaching up and pinching my nipples between his fingers. A soft moan slips past my lips, earning me one of those evil grins I’ve been craving.
“Get on your knees.” My eyes go wide, but my body obeys.
I sink to the floor, my knees landing hard on the wood.
I watch with rapt attention as his long, thick fingers unbuckle his belt, pop the button on his black jeans, and slowly pull the zipper down.
“Take me out,” he rasps. I look up at him, all too eager to finally see what he’s been hiding behind that massive buckle.
My fingers shake as I pull the buckle to the side, the large W glinting in the soft glow from the lamp on my bedside table.
I hook my fingers in his belt loops and pull his chaps down with his jeans.
He frees his feet from his boots just before he kicks everything roughly to the side.
Those boots of his hit the wall, dirt flying off his dirty leather and fringe before settling on the floor around us.
I look up at him again, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
“I’m about to punish you, Hannah.” I watch as he grips his erection through his black briefs and squeezes, the rose on his hand stretching with each stroke.
Swallowing hard, I whisper, “What for?”
Sinking his fingers into my hair, he wraps it around his fist and pulls, making my eyes roll at the delicious pain that zings from my scalp through every inch of my body.
“For even thinking I’d want some stretched out buckle bunny when I can have your tight pussy any time I please.
” When I don’t respond, he grips my hair tighter, tipping my head up to face him.
“Ain’t that right, darlin’?” he growls down at me.
I can feel my panties getting soaked with each filthy word. I nod frantically.
“Yes, anytime.” The words come out raspy and thick.
“Good girl. Open your mouth.” I don’t even think, I just do.
I watch as he pulls saliva from his mouth before leaning down, opening his mouth just an inch above mine.
My insides twist and my pussy pulses as I watch it fall from him into my awaiting mouth, feeling it pool.
“Pull me out,” he instructs. And I do. His cock springs free and bobs between us.
As if he can read my hesitation, he runs a thumb across my lips, pulling my chin down and opening my mouth wider.
“Remember, there is nothing weak about you, Hannah Harlow.” And with that, he slides himself inside my mouth, holding my head still with both of his hands.
I gag the second his head touches that back of my throat.
Embarrassed, I look up at him with watery eyes.
But his are clouded with lust, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
And damn him for making me feel like it.
Pulling out, he runs his fingers through my hair, soothing the sting from his tugging.
“Have you done this before?” he asks. When I shake my head, a feral grin spreads from ear to ear, his fingers tightening their grip against my scalp.
“I won’t go easy on you, but you’ll learn quick how to handle me.
” I’m not sure I ever will, but I’m learning that when it comes to Dean, I have no say in how badly I want him.
He taps my mouth with the tip of his cock, sliding it in once I open my mouth.
He sets a steady pace, bumping into the back of my throat until I gag, holding there for a moment until I adjust to him, then doing it all over again.
The feel of him in my mouth isn’t as horrible as I had envisioned a dick sliding against my tongue would be.
He’s smooth, the vein on the underside of him the only thing that I can feel rubbing over me.
With a new found courage, I experiment swirling my tongue around him, but panic when he pauses and pulls away from me.
“Did I do it wrong?” I ask through ragged breaths, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth and chin. I watch as his chest moves rapidly before he drops his head back.
“Fuck no, darlin’. Do that again.” Smiling, I open as he slides in like he belongs there and picks up his rhythm.
Each time I let my tongue explore his length, he growls out a curse and pushes deeper.
I’m so turned on by the way he controls me, by the way I control him .
I take him deeper, tears streaming from my eyes.
My fingers wander up the back of his calves, gripping his thighs before I dig my nails into his ass.
“Yess…mark me. Fucking own me, Hannah.” As if I needed permission, I sink into him more, taking him deep into my throat while breathing through my nose.
I feel him pulse against my tongue before hot liquid gushes down my throat.
There is so much of him that I can’t swallow fast enough.
His thrusts slow and his fingers loosen in my hair, stroking my face and wiping the tears away.
“You did so well, baby.” His thumb catches a drop of his release on the corner of my mouth.
“I love the way you take me.” With his mouth in that grin, I’m quickly becoming obsessed with he rubs it over my lips, then dips his chin at me.
I stick my tongue out and lick the salty taste of him off my lips, watching as his eyes darken all over again.
He kisses my forehead before bending down fully and lifting me into his arms. Dean holds me close to him, his focus bouncing between my eyes and lips over and over.
My heart hammers in my chest, silently begging him to close the space between us and finally let me taste his lips.
Just as I lean in closer to him, those full lips just a breath away, his eyes snap back to mine before he tosses me back against my bed.
Damn him.