Chapter 37 #2
“You trust me mama?” He asks, his head tipping to one side.
I trust him with everything that I am and I know he’d never put me in danger or hurt me purposely.
The thought of him putting the rolling pin inside my pussy is nerve-wracking but I’m so fucking turned on for him that I’d happily let him fuck me with anything he desired.
“I trust you.” I say with confidence and so much truth behind my words.
“Good fucking girl.” He growls, the sound immediately sends a zap of pleasure between my thighs.
“Open your mouth for me baby. I want this rolling pin nice and fucking wet for when I slide it into your pussy.”
My mouth instantly opens at his command and I stick my tongue out for him, he groans at the movement then slides the heavy plastic shape into my mouth and I wrap my lips around it, imagining that it’s Dean’s thick, heavy cock in my mouth, pleasuring him until he can’t take anymore.
He eases it in and out of my mouth before pulling it out with a loud pop, a thin string of saliva pulls from my mouth, connecting with the tip of the rolling pin.
“You’re such a dirty fucking girl aren’t you.
Put your arm under your leg and spread your pussy for me.
” Dean’s filthy words have me panting and whimpering, and doing exactly as he says.
I slip my hand underneath my thigh and lift it, my pussy lips spreading open, the cool air passing over my heated, exposed centre.
Dean spits onto the end of the rolling pin and lowers it down until the hard plastic grazes against the apex of my thigh.
My legs begin to tremble with nervous excitement as Dean’s lips find mine whilst he gently pushes the tip of the rolling pin into my opening, the deep groan that leaves my mouth is almost animalistic as he begins to push it further inside me, stuffing me with the smooth shape.
Our tongues fight for dominance in each other’s mouths at the same time as he begins to slide the rolling pin in and out of my pussy.
Pulling my lips away, I break the kiss, my chest heaving and panting.
“Fuck, Dean. It’s too big. I’ve never done this,” I cry out.
I’m pretty sure the rolling pin is hitting my cervix every time he pushes it in again.
“Good luck taking my cock then pretty girl, but don’t worry, I’ll make it fit.
” He’ll what now? Make it fit? My eyes widen at his threat, but my pussy clearly has other ideas as I tense around the thick plastic shaft.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this baby.
Your tight little pussy spread open for me.
I can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock.
” He begins to pick up speed, wet squelching noises fill the kitchen.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Dean!
” I chant out, my voice is hoarse as I cry out my pleasure.
His other hand quickly finds my hard nipple beneath the shirt and tugs it hard between his fingers, the painful sensation mixed with the burning pleasure that’s coursing through my body has me coming hard and fast.
“Oh my-”
“Fuck. Baby that’s it. Make a fucking mess of me.
” Dean’s deep voice penetrates through my bones until I become limp in his arms, my head falling onto his chest. He carefully slips the rolling pin out and throws it into the sink, it rattles around for a second before stopping and I drop my arm, allowing my leg to fall to the floor.
Dean’s rough hands cup the side of my head as he lifts my chin, bringing his face closer to mine until our lips touch, the kiss is tender and gentle.
Keeping his hands on my face, he leans over my shoulder and I spot his gaze landing on the cookies behind me.
His hand slips away from my face as he quickly swipes one up from the wire rack, before taking a bite. I watch in trepidation as he swallows.
“Fuck me baby. These are almost as sweet as you. You’re amazing.” He gives me a wink and I bask under his praise. “Also, I have a gift for you.” He says, a shyness lacing through his voice.
“Along with the mindblowing orgasm you’ve just given me.
My, I am being spoiled.” His soft lips tip into a smile before he walks back over to his backpack that’s laid on the floor.
Picking it up he places it onto the kitchen island and I step closer, trepidation in my steps.
I’ve never been given gifts before, not even my parents had the money to buy Birthday or Christmas presents because of my fathers gambling habits, and Ricky just straight up believed that I didn’t deserve them, that he’d already given me everything I could of asked for, so this moment right now has me on edge.
Dean unzips the back and reaches inside, pulling out two boxes in one hand, then places them onto the countertop.
My fingers tangle together and I tip my head in confusion.
“What are these?” My head gestured to the boxes laid out before me.
Dean huffs out a laugh. “Well, pretty girl, the whole point of a gift is to open them and find out. So why don’t you open them?
” He leans over the unit and pushes the boxes in front of me, my eyes bouncing between the two.
They’re very simple, one is white and the other is blue but thinner, not as bulky as the white one.
I bite the flesh inside my mouth until a copper taste lands on my tongue and untangle my fingers, my hands gravitating towards the blue one first. My gaze quickly looks up at Dean who’s looking at me with nothing but care and patience.
Picking up the blue box, I inspected its sides.
The weight isn’t too heavy either, and there’s also a pull tab on the back to open it.
I grip the flap of cardboard between my fingers and tear the back of the box open to reveal a smooth rectangular device.
My brows crease as I tip the contents of the box into my awaiting hand.
My heart skips a beat and my bottom lip begins to tremble, tears glazing over my vision. A Kindle E-Reader sits in the palm of my hand and I flick my gaze to Dean who’s already making his way around towards me.
“Wha.. Why did you get this?” I fumble over my words, my eyes dancing over his face.
He brings his hand to my cheek to wipe away the tears that are threatening to fall.
“I got this for you baby. I know I don’t possess the power to bring all your books back, and God, I wish I did, but I figured this would be the next best thing, plus you might finally let me in on the books you love to read.
” I’m left speechless at his confession, my eyes bouncing between him and the Kindle in my hands.
“I.. I don’t know what to say. Thank you, so much.
” He plants a soft kiss at my temple before pushing the other box in front of me.
I carefully place the Kindle down and lift the white box.
My hands tremble, not really knowing what to expect next.
Lifting the lid, the breath I managed to catch immediately leaves my lungs once again, seeing a brand new phone sitting neatly in the box.
“I can’t accept this Dean, it’s too much.
” I go to put the lid back on the box but Dean stops me.
“You will accept it. Because I want you to have it. I know you’ve been feeling isolated here and you’ve mentioned before about wanting to speak to your friends again now that you’re away from Ricky, so I thought having a phone will help you with that, plus, when I’m not here I’d like to make sure that we have constant contact with each other.
” I close my eyes for a moment, an overwhelming sense of appreciation washes over me for this man who’s done everything in his power to make me happy, to support and care for me.
I truly don’t deserve him, but I will be keeping him.
Gently placing the phone box next to the Kindle, I throw myself at Dean, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and pushing my face into the crook of his neck inhaling his signature scent that I find so much comfort in.
He immediately catches me in his embrace, wrapping his firm arms around my middle.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. Not just for this, but for everything.” I murmur.
“You’re welcome, pretty girl.” I relax into his arms at his soft tone of voice.
I spend the evening setting up my new Kindle, excitement rushes through me like a child at Christmas.
The screen illuminates with the logo before opening up to a library full of book options.
My face begins to ache from the amount of smiling that I’ve been doing recently and my toes curl under the soft blanket as I spot some of my favourite authors amidst the online library.
Pressing my finger to the screen I begin to download a couple of dark romances, varying from stalkers to masked men to bikers.
My lips curl into a smirk as I realise that I’ve bagged my own biker book boyfriend.
Placing the kindle on the armrest of the couch to let the books download, I pick up the phone, opening up the contacts.
Dean’s number is the only one that fills the phone book.
My fingers pause on the ‘add contact’ button, second guessing whether I should contact the girls.
I’m safer now, like Dean said so I press the button and input Ellie and Patty’s phone numbers.
Dean’s taken Lyla out for a long walk, telling me to use this alone time to contact my friends if I wanted to and I think I want to.
My thumb hovers over the small picture of the phone on Ellie’s contact, and before I can chicken out I press the screen and bring the phone to my ear.
Please don’t answer. Please don’t answer.
I mentally chant to myself as I hear the telltale noise of the line ringing.
I’m so close to ending the call when her light voice breaks through the speaker.