Page 55 of The Bargain

“Never,” I admitted truthfully.Not in the three times I'd had sex with my high school boyfriend,I added to myself. I had felt Dean in me for a few days after. He was much bigger than Alex and he had not been gentle or particularly considerate. Probably because he'd thought that I had been a professional, that getting fucked by strangers had been a daily occurrence. He hadn't understood the bite of pain and the subsequent soreness sex with him had caused.

I had enjoyed submitting to his command and wicked desires; just the idea of doing it again made me wet, but it was the aftermath I couldn’t accept.

“I want you, fuck me, I do.” His voice was deeper. He licked his lips. “Let me fuck you again.”

“Dean,” I let out on a sigh. Reluctantly removing my leg from him, I folded both of them under me. I realized that this was the first time I’d used his first name when addressing him directly.

“No.” He shook his head. “Don’t say anything.” He stood up with more grace than a man his size warranted. “Just think about it, and tonight, I'll come to your room. When I turn the handle, if it opens, it will mean you want me too.”

I looked at him as he picked his shoes up and walked lazily back to the house.

As he disappeared inside, I was certain I was going to lock the door tonight.

Be smart, Amber. Don’t let him use you again.Just lock the damned door.

And yet, I found myself, just a few hours later, standing in front of my locked door, dressed only in a small tank top and boy shorts. My brain had taken the back seat, leaving my heart and lady parts to do the talking.

If you don’t let him in, you’ll regret it,my pussy whined.He made you feel good. Sighing, I touched the lock but didn’t turn it.

And he was nice to you today. Maybe he likes us now, maybe he is forgiving us for whatever he thinks we did?my heart added.

I unlocked the door, my heart jumping at the sound. Turning off the light, I opened the curtains, allowing the full moon to light up my room.

I was lying under the cover, all keyed up, listening to every little noise and praying that Timmy wouldn’t wake up until much later.

Tossing and turning, I kept second-guessing my choice to let him in, to let him use me again. Suddenly, all doubts flew out the window when I heard my door open softly. Dean walked in.

“You changed your mind,” he said, the relief clear in his voice as he started removing his clothes.

“Yeah,” I croaked with apprehension. As I waited for him to undress, I cursed the poor lighting. I would have loved to see his powerful body in full light.

When he reached the bed and pulled back the covers, I stopped breathing. He made a sound in the back of his throat before leaning over me without another sound. Pulling my tank top up, he took one of my nipples in his mouth.

I arched my back with a moan as he bit me lightly. He worshipped my breasts in quick succession, the light scratch of his beard making this all the more delicious.

I’d never felt so good in my life. It almost made me forget everything that was happening between us and the consequences of having sex with Dean Beaumont. Once was a mistake, but twice….

I took a sharp breath as his hand slid into my boy shorts, straight to my wet heat.

He growled in pure male satisfaction, my nipple still in his mouth, at finding me already so ready for him.

Trailing his lips up to the column of my neck, his middle finger slid into me while his thumb alternated between circling my clit and applying pressure. I spread my legs further apart, giving him better access to my pussy.

He bit my neck as he added a second finger. As he pumped in and out of me, I mewled shamelessly. My orgasm built at the base of my spine and then exploded, blinding me for a second as I screamed his name.

He flipped me around, pulled my hips up, my boy shorts up, and entered me in a strong, powerful thrust.

I gasped into my pillow at the bite of pain. No matter how wet I was, he was a big man. I’d only had sex a handful of times. His roughness stung...but I was also shamefully enjoying it.

Tightening his hold on my hips, he pumped into me.

I wanted to see him come undone, this powerful, stoic man. I wanted to see what my body did to him, the power my body had over him.

I tried to twist around and look at him.

“No,” he growled. Grabbing my neck, he pushed my face down. “Turn around. I can’t look at your face,” he added, slamming into me even harder as if he was punishing me for attempting to look at him.

Hearing that the idea of me disgusted him was the most painful thing. I went limp, letting him finish, becoming the fuck doll he clearly thoughts I was.

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