Chapter 25 Dean #2
“Dean..” She whimpers, pausing the story.
“Keep reading baby. I’m not nearly done with you yet.” I murmur against her warm skin and she continues.
“He.. he circles my clit with his rough fingers, dipping into my pussy to gather the wetness.” She quotes, her chest heaving from how turned on she is and I do exactly what the book says.
Parting her thighs, her arousal is so sweet and spicy as it hits my senses and immediately my mouth waters, craving her taste on my tongue.
Her pink pussy glistens with wetness as I run my hands down the inside of her thighs before spreading her open.
The moment the tips of my fingers touch her pussy lips she struggles to read, instead choosing to moan as I keep one hand spreading her open, the other circling her clit in soft, smooth motions. Her legs tremble as I continue to tease her sensitive centre.
“You better carry on reading mama.” I taunt whilst running the pads of my fingers down towards her entrance, teasing her hole.
“I.. I can’t. It’s too much.” She whimpers whilst lifting her hips, craving that touch only I can give her.
“Yes you can, baby.” I start before dipping my head and pressing my lips to the crease between her thighs and pussy, my fingers inching further inside of her. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” I could ravage her right here, right now, consume her like she’s my last meal but I won’t, not yet anyway.
“Keep reading, pretty girl.” I murmur against her skin whilst keeping the tips of my fingers inside her, waiting for her to continue. She inhales deeply, attempting to even out her breathing before reading again.
“Sil-” She starts and I cut her off, snapping my gaze to hers.
“Don’t even bother to say another man’s name whilst I have my fingers inside of you, fictional or not. My name is the only one that leaves your mouth right now.”
My possessiveness over her seeps through the cracks but I’m not ashamed of it. I only ever want to hear my name leave her mouth whilst I’m inside of her. She giggles at my threat and continues to read.
“He.. slides his fingers inside my pussy, curling them upwards to stroke my most sensitive spot.. bringing me.. higher.” Her words are strained between breaths as I follow along with her, pushing my fingers inside her sopping pussy and curling them upwards, stroking against her G-spot.
The book shakes in her hands as I continue to play with her, coaxing her first orgasm out of her.
“Dean, I’m..”
“Come for me baby.” I groan against her skin, pressing soft kisses to her clit and I feel her walls tighten around my fingers, gripping them as her orgasm fires through her system.
Ana gently falls back to earth but I don’t remove my fingers, instead I keep them lodged inside her, gently adding a third. She groans at the sensation and attempts to read again but I grab the book with my free hand and place it back in the box.
“Are you done?” She asks with disappointment in her voice, and just to prove her wrong I push my fingers further inside of her whilst using my other hand to circle her clit before spitting on her perfect cunt. I watch my saliva run between her pussy lips, then lift my heated gaze to hers.
“Does this look like I’m done with you baby? Cos’ I’ll never be fucking done with you.”
She parts her mouth to answer but I quickly cut her off by clamping my mouth over her pussy and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her fingers weave into my longer hair, nails scraping against my scalp as I eat her pussy, tasting her juices on my tongue like a five star meal.
Ana writhes beneath me as I continue my attack on her sopping cunt, feasting on her like a man starved and maybe I am.
Starved for everything that she is. Aching and desperate to have her.
Her thighs clamp tightly around my head, her feet dangling over my shoulders as I curl my fingers inside of her again, flicking my tongue against her clit until she’s shaking all over.
“Dean! Fuck!” She cries out, her fingers gripping onto my roots and I could happily die here, drowning in her pussy.
I give her abused clit one last suck before releasing my mouth and flicking my eyes up to meet hers.
“You still with me baby?”
“Yes! Please don’t stop.” She begs beautifully and I yank another orgasm out of her shaking body. Wetness pours from her pussy as I slide my fingers in and out of her, dragging every ounce out of her.
Ana’s body begins to relax but I’m nowhere near finished. I’ve spent months without her, starving to death, crawling on my hands and knees to bring her back to me, and I’ve not nearly had my fill of her yet.
Sliding my fingers out of her, I run my hands up her body until I reach her waist and pull her up to face me. Her ocean eyes are glassy like multi-coloured marbles that shine in the sun as she looks at me, her skin flushed and glowing from her orgasm.
“I want another one from you, pretty girl.” I murmur against the soft apex of her neck and she tips her head, allowing me access, moaning softly as I kiss across her jaw until I reach her pink lips.
“You’re gonna ride my cock and give me another orgasm, aren’t you baby?
” I coax, playing with her stiff nipples over the top of her t-shirt.
“Yes..” She moans as she pushes her perky tits into the palms of my hands, searching for my touch and I give it to her, my thumbs circling the tight buds.
“That’s it baby, ache for me, just as I ache for you.
” I praise against her lips before biting the soft flesh of her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it slightly and causing her to moan heavily from the different sensations.
She reaches for me and wraps her arms around my shoulders, threading her fingers into my hair whilst molding her lips to mine, our tongues dancing with one another.
Without breaking contact, I place my hands underneath her thighs and lift her into my arms then take her place in the chair, and I can feel her still wet pussy soaking through my shorts onto my aching cock.
I need her now. More than I’ve ever fucking needed her.
I break the kiss and look up at her. “Ride me baby, use me, do whatever the fuck you have to do to me. Just please, make me come.”