Chapter 39 #2
Nodding, I drop my gaze again while my fingers scramble across the waistband of his boxers, pulling it away from the head of his shaft before working them down around his hips until it springs free, inches from my face, the smooth, blunt head of it leaking clear fluid from its slit.
Looking up at him, I swallow hard while heat and pressure begin to build and push against the base of my spine.
Because he knows exactly what I need, Dean strokes my cheek again.
“You look so pretty… so fucking perfect on your knees in front of me.” Brushing his thumb over my lower lip again, he touches the pad of it to my tongue.
“Your mouth was made to be fucked… is that what you want, Princess?” He reaches for my hand and lifts it to wrap it around the base of his shaft.
His hand over mine, he guides me, stroking my hand up the length of him while he pushes himself into my grip.
“You want me to slide my cock between those perfect lips of yours and fuck your mouth?”
“Yes.” Again, I don’t hesitate. Following instinct, I lift myself higher onto my knees, leaning into the space between us. “Please…” Slipping my tongue past my lips, I trace the tip of it along the blunt head of his shaft.
He groans, gaze dropping to watch while I do it again, dragging my tongue across his weeping slit so I can taste him.
“Fuuuck...” The hand he has wrapped around mine, squeezes tight before he abandons it completely.
Pushing his hand into my hair, he grips the back of my head.
“Open your mouth for me, Millie…” he says, his tone ragged with desperation. “Be my good girl and let me—”
The rest of it spins away on a low, rumbling growl when I do as he says.
Opening my mouth on a desperate moan of my own, my pussy begins to throb when I feel the head of his cock slide past my lips.
The hard, rigid length of it gliding over my tongue, my throat tightening on reflex when I feel it bump against the back of it.
“You’re doing so good,” He reassures me quietly, holding my head steady while he pulls back, his other hand stroking its thumb along the line of my throat.
“Relax for me, Mills…” Giving him a small nod, I swallow hard, forcing the tension from my throat while he slides back in on another low groan.
“Yes…” He flexes his hips again, retreating and advancing, fingers tightening against the back of my head.
“Just like that—” Chest heaving, Dean watches while he thrusts back into my open mouth.
“Suck…” Pulling back, he strokes back in, harder and deeper than before.
“Be my good girl and suck my cock while I—fuuuck…” Like before, it all spins away on a groan when I do as I’m told.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck Dean’s cock while he fucks my mouth, my tongue licking and swirling along the length of his shaft.
“So fucking perfect… such a good fucking girl.”
Eyes wide and aimed up at him, I moan softly in response, the hand I have resting against the inside of my bare thigh twisting its fingers desperately in the thin silk of my dress.
“It’s okay… I want… you to,” he says, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. He knows.
He always seems to know exactly what I need.
When I hesitate, Dean makes that warning sound in his chest. “Do it, Mills…” he says, looking down at me, his eyes so dark they’re almost black with desire.
“Be my good little slut and finger fuck yourself… pull your dress up so I can watch while I come down the back of your throat….”
Untwisting my fingers from the skirt of my dress, I wrench it even higher on my thighs. Exposing my bare pussy, heart hammering in my chest, I trace a finger along the slick seam of it. When Dean growls his approval I push deeper, swirling my fingers against my throbbing clit.
“Look at that perfect pussy… so fucking wet for me… my good, perfect girl… come on, Mills… show me what a dirty little slut you are for me…”
Another moan gets tangled in my throat when I slide my fingers even lower to push them inside myself on a hard, deep thrust that nearly shatters me.
I do it again, and again—cupping my pussy so I can grind my clit against the heel of my hand, every thrust I give myself, coupled with Dean’s filthy praise, building against the base of my spine, hotter and tighter, until I can feel the burn of it shoot through me, blowing me into a million pieces.
“Jesus fuck,” Dean growls, eyes blazing down at me, watching me come while he pumps his cock, hard and fast, against the back of my throat.
“So good… so fucking perfect… that’s it, Mills…
that’s my good fucking girl… come for me…
” He gives me a final thrust, his head falling back on his neck, hands wrapped in my hair, his cock jerking and spasming against my tongue while he comes down the back of my throat.
Following instinct again, I keep sucking, swallowing the thick, salty taste of him until he goes still and there’s nothing left.