Chapter 25 Dean
I don’t even recognise my own voice. It feels like forever since I’ve had this perfect, beautiful, strong woman’s touch on me and I don’t know how to react. This whole situation feels like a fever dream, one that I never want to wake up from.
Seeing Ana resting on her knees in between my parted legs sends a primal need surging through my bloodstream and I’m clawing at my skin to claim her wholly, with every fibre of my being.
To sink myself so deep inside her that she’ll never be rid of me, I’ll crawl so deep under her skin that we’ll become one.
Ana looks at me through lust filled eyes, the oceanic pools beaming as she runs her hands up my thighs towards the waistband of my shorts.
Her hands leave a burning sensation in their wake and I fist my fingers into the soft fabric of the chair just to keep myself grounded.
Higher and higher her hands tease until she dips her fingers into the waistband, toying with it, teasing me until I’m begging for her touch.
“Please.” I say with a heavy breath. “Don’t toy with me.”
She smirks. “How badly do you want this?”
“Bad.” I rushed out. “So fucking badly, please let me feel you.”
She runs her pink tongue across her plump bottom lip, the small act alone is enough to send me toppling over the edge and I can feel my jaw beginning to ache as I grind my teeth together, patiently waiting for her to release my aching cock, to feel her lips wrap around me, sucking me deeply into her throat.
Ana finally grips the waistband between her fingers and so achingly slow, she pulls my shorts down, freeing my aching cock from its confines.
Her eyes widen for a moment and she immediately licks her lips again.
I can’t take my eyes off her, the way she’s looking at me right now, like I’m worthy of her has my stomach spinning.
“Put me in your mouth baby, I need you.” I breathe out, lifting my hips slightly off of the chair, craving her touch.
She tightens her onyx waves in the messy bun and wraps her hands around my cock, her fingers barely meeting before rising on her knees, her mouth hovering over me, so close that I can feel the warmth of her breath washing over my already heated skin.
“Ana.” I grit. “Please, I’m fucking begging you. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
My eyes catch the smallest smirk that tips the corner of her perfect mouth up before she runs her tongue from my balls to the tip that’s glistening in pre-cum.
“Fuckkk.” I moan, throwing my head back. She continues with her tortuous strokes, her tongue swirling and flicking over the tip of my cock, teasing me to no end.
Dropping my chin to my chest, I watch her through hooded eyes as she sinks my cock into her mouth. “Shit. You’re so fucking pretty like this baby, your mouth stuffed with my cock.” She hums around my length, causing a vibration to run through my nerves, sending chills down my spine.
Up and down she goes, moving her hands in tandem with her mouth and I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, climbing higher and higher the further she takes me into her throat, causing me to let out a deep groan that vibrates through my chest.
It’s maddening how quickly she can bring me to my knees.
Releasing my hand from the back of the chair, I tangle my fingers into her hair, gathering it at the back of her head to get a better look at her deep throating me.
Saliva gathers at the corner of her mouth and I use my hand to guide her pace, bringing her lips right to the tip.
She looks up at me through hooded eyes and I desperately wish I had my phone with me to film this moment for my own private viewing.
I keep her mouth just resting on the tip and she swirls her tongue in slow circles. Fuck, I could come just from the sight of her.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you baby?” Keeping my hand in her hair, she nods with my cock in her mouth, her eyes shining from my praise.
“Damn right you are.” I praise with a smirk on my face and I clock the moment she rubs her thighs together, attempting to ease the ache I know that’s building there.
Keeping her head in place, I lift my hips and slide myself into her mouth, using her to bring myself pleasure. She seems to like it as she shuffles on her knees and hums around my length.
“Are you wet for me, pretty girl?” I taunt whilst sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. She whimpers against my skin and nods her head, desperate for me to touch her.
“Do you want me to satisfy you?”
Ana nods again, and I slip my cock free from her mouth, leaving a string of saliva from the tip to her bottom lip.
“Who owns you, baby?” I say, leaning further forward in my seat, keeping a firm grip in her hair. She keeps her hands wrapped around my cock and leans forward, her lips seeking mine.
“You. Only you.” She breathes out, her baby blue eyes darting from mine to my lips. Pride swells in my chest at her words. Even with the shit she’s been through, she still continues to let me, a man, have ownership over her. But the truth is, I was hers before she was ever mine.
Our lips are inches away from each other. “You know I love you, right?” I ask, my eyes darting from her eyes to her plump lips.
She pauses for a moment. “Yes. I’ve never doubted that.”
“Good girl. Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you, until you can’t walk anymore. Until you feel me deep in your soul.”
Her breath hitches for a moment and I think I’ve pushed her too far until she rises higher on her knees and whispers across my lips. “Then you better hate me, just as much as I hate you. Mr Sinclair.”
The moment the words leave her lips, I’m on her like a wild animal, claiming her in every way. Our lips crash together in a heated frenzy, tongues fighting for dominance, hands roaming over every inch of skin until all we can feel is each other.
Ana moans heavily into my mouth and I stand, pulling her from the floor to plant her on her feet before breaking the kiss.
“Be my good girl and pick a book.” I instruct whilst tucking my hard cock back in my shorts for a moment, watching Ana look at me with confusion.
“I want you to fuck me, not read to me.” She quips, planting her hands on her hips and I take a step closer to her, towering over her small frame then dipping my head to reach her ear where I tuck a stray piece of hair behind it.
“You’re such a greedy girl.” I tease, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. “Desperate to feel my cock stretching you wide. To feel my cum painting your insides. That’s what you want isn’t it?”
She trembles under my words and whimpers, nodding her head to answer my question but it’s not good enough, she knows the rules.
“You know better than to not use your words mama, answer me with that perfect mouth.”
Ana swallows heavily before tipping her head up to face me. “Yes, Dean. That’s exactly what I want.”
I plaster a dark grin across my face. “That’s better. Now, do as you’re told. Pick a book and a scene, I want you to read it to me.”
She goes to open her mouth again and I silence her with a swift slap across her round ass, the sound cracking in the quiet room.
Immediately she hisses through her teeth, followed by a high pitched whimper before bending over to pick a book from the box.
Once she’s found one, it only takes her a couple of seconds to find the chapter she wants, then she turns to me, the book open in the middle.
“Now what?”
“Take a seat, then read to me.” I instruct, nodding my head towards the seat I was just sitting in.
Ana follows my rules perfectly and my cock jumps in my shorts, desperately needing her but I can’t blow my load yet.
I want her to unravel in my hands, to shatter into pieces so I can gather her together again.
Not to fix her, no, she doesn’t need that.
I want to hold all her pieces in the palms of my hands and let her morph into something that she’s chosen to be, a force to be reckoned with.
Ana takes her seat in the chair and holds the book open in front of her, waiting for my next instruction.
“Why did you pick this scene?”
Her cheeks flush like a pink rose at my question and she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I uh,” she starts, darting her gaze to the pages.
“It’s one of my favourite books, the guy takes control, allowing the woman to feel completely free and.
.” She drifts off, getting more shy by the minute.
“And..” I push, urging her to continue.
“Her pleasure is his main focus and that reminds me of you.”
My ego practically sky rockets at her words and it’s true, seeing her come apart on my fingers, my tongue, my cock pleases me to no end.
Taking a step forward, I pause then drop to my knees in between her parted legs, looking up at her with nothing but awe and love.
“Read it to me, baby, and I’ll make it come true for you.”
Ana parts her perfect lips before dropping her eyes to the pages, then she starts to explain what the guy is doing and I follow suit. She describes the way he pushes the woman in the book onto her back to slide her underwear off before planting kisses up the inside of her leg, so I do the same.
Placing my hand in the center of Ana’s chest, I gently push her backwards until she’s lying back on the large reading chair, then I run my hands up her smooth legs until I reach the pyjama pants and the flimsy piece of fabric she calls underwear, hooking my fingers into the elastic waist and pulling them both down.
All the while she continues to read through heavy breaths as I slide the black underwear from her legs, letting them fall to the floor before lifting up her leg and pressing my lips to her ankle.
Immediately her skin breaks out in goosebumps at the tender touch. She reacts to me so perfectly. Her voice is soft and smooth as she reads the story to me and I continue to trail hot kisses up the inside of her leg, brushing over her knee towards her thigh.