Page 76 of Ice Me Baby

“Liz,” he pleads.

I smirk as I peer down at him. “Don’t worry. You’ll be inside me before you come.” Positioning myself perfectly, I drop onto his cock. There’s no resistance as I take him to the hilt.

His hands slap against my thighs as he yells, “Fuck!” And his fingers dig into my skin as he chants, “Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t fucking move, Liz!”

I steady myself, my hands on his bare chest. He’s sucking in breath after breath like he can’t get enough air. “I’m going to have to move soon.”

“Ju-just give me another s-second.”

I smirk as I lift up a smidge before dropping back down. He slaps my thighs and growls, “Sit fucking still for a second, Liz! Your cunt is wrapped so fucking tight around my cock that I am on the edge of coming right now! So. Do. Not. Fucking. Move!”

“Fine,” I huff. I slip a hand between my legs and begin to rub my clit. Using my other hand, I flick at my nipples. I moan as I begin to massage my clit faster and pinch my nipple.

The feeling of him deep inside me as I play with myself is building that warmth back up. I can’t stop myself as I wiggle on his cock, trying to help alleviate the ache of needing to come.

He growls as he slaps my thighs, making me cry out. I didn’t realized I was so close, but Dean groans under me when my walls clamp down around him. “You better start bouncing,” he instructs.

Rising up, I slam back down on him. His grip on my legs tightens and he meets my thrusts as I drop down making him hit deep. He growls. “You better fucking come again, Liz.”

I moan as I bounce on his cock. He releases his grip on one of my thighs to slap my hand away from my clit, then pinches the sensitive nub while he slaps my thigh hard. “Drench my fucking cock!”

I scream as I see stars. He slams into me once more before snarling his release. I’m panting as I rest my hands on his chest. His heart beating frantically beneath my palms. His grip on my thighs loosen, and he begins rubbing up and down. “Fucking hell, woman.”

“What?” I ask, my brow raised.

He smirks. “I’ve never come that fucking hard in my life.”

I can’t help but chuckle as I ask, “So… my pussy is just that good.”

He reaches up, cupping the back of my neck to pull me down and press his lips to mine softly before pulling away. “You’re just that good.”

“Here you two go.”

I look over to find Mac holding two washcloths and a towel around his neck. I slowly manage to pull myself off Dean, collapsing beside him. Mac throws one of the wash clothes at Dean before crawling onto the bed next to me.

He goes to wipe me down, but I grab his forearm. “I can do that, Mac.”

“I know. But I want to.”

“You want to?” I whisper.

He nods. “I want to take care of you, Lizzy.”

My eyes burn as I release my grip on his arm. I give him a nod as I close my eyes. This is an intimate thing to do. All of this is intimate. This isn’t just a fuck and flee sort of thing.

“Liz? Are you okay?”

I squeeze my eyes tighter. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, Dean.”

Mac settles on my other side. “In the history of all women, ‘fine’ has never meant ‘fine’ when a woman’s face looks like yours.”

“It’s alright. I’m just being stupid.”

“C’est n'importe quoi, Chérie. You are not stupid. Tell us what’s wrong.”

I huff out a breath as I word vomit, “This isn’t a fuck and flee for you guys, is it?”

“Fuck and flee?” Dean asks.

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