Page 70 of The Bargain

Growling, I started to eat her out like a starved man. I alternated between thrusting into her with my tongue and sucking on her clit, biting it softly every so often.

“Oh my God, Dean!” She thrashed and arched her back, seeking her release, but I couldn’t let her come now. No, I wanted her to come around my cock. “Oh, this is - this is -” Breathless, she pulled on her bindings. She tightened her legs around my face as I thrust my tongue into her. I felt her thighs starting to quiver, announcing her imminent orgasm, so I pulled away and she let out a frustrated cry.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to come,” I reassured her, licking my way up her body. I settled my hips between her inviting legs and brushed my cock back and forth against her folds as I grabbed one of her rosy nipples in my mouth and sucked on it.

“Dean, I want you,” she let out on a breath.

I let go of her nipple and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue

I wanted her to taste how I affected her.

Raising my hips, I entered her slowly, keeping my eyes on her face, keeping any of the remaining guilt at bay. I deserved this, the way she made me feel, the way I was at peace when my body entered hers.

Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened a little as I was fully seated inside her.

“I want to touch you, please,” she begged.

I shook my head. I loved having her at my mercy. “Later,” I grunted as I pulled out completely. With one sitting thrust, I entered her again; her pussy wrapped around me so tightly that I could feel her pulsing in a similar rhythm to her heart.

She gasped as I increased the pace. Raising her hips, she met my every thrust, chasing her pleasure just as I was chasing mine.

My pace started to turn more erratic. I knew I was going to come soon, but I wanted her to come too this time.

I slid my hand down and rubbed my thumbpad against her clit.

“Come for me, let go,” I whispered. When I bit her neck, she orgasmed, screaming my name. She tightened so hard around me, I saw God as I came harder than I'd ever had before. I filled her with my cum and I didn’t even care about the consequences of what we'd just done.

I wanted to do it again and again.

I undid the belt around her wrists before falling heavily on top of her, my softening dick still inside her.

I rested my face against her neck, breathing her in while trying to catch my breath.

To my surprise, she rested one of her hands in my hair and another on my back, rubbing it gently.

She turned her face and kissed my cheek, causing my heart to constrict inside my chest. I was not used to such unbridle kindness, but I loved it more than I thought I would.

Reluctantly, I rolled off of her. I pulled her to my side and she snuggled against me, resting one of her legs between mine and wrapping one arm around my torso.

I reached for the blanket at the bottom of the bed and pulled it around our naked bodies. I was too tired and satisfied to move, and based on how relaxed she was wrapped around me, she felt the same.

She sighed with contentment as I reached up to turn off the light.

Laying there, I waited for contempt, anger, or even guilt to come, but there was nothing. I only felt contentment and peace.

I looked at her shadowy profile as her breathing deepened and she slid deeper into sleep.

I traced the line of her nose with my fingertip. “Would you stay? Without threat, without anything to lose or gain, would you stay here with me?” I whispered.

She sighed and snuggled closer to me, burying her face in my neck. I took it as her subconscious answer. A loud,‘I’ll stay with you.’

Startled awake, it took a couple of seconds for me to realize I was in Dean’s bed.

With a stretch of my sore muscles, I groaned. Last night, it had felt like Dean Beaumont was making love to me every time we came together. It had still been commanding and hard, but I hadn’t minded the bite of pain at the initial intrusion; I'd welcomed it. And it had been followed by an explosion of pleasure I’d never experienced before, not even from my own fingers.

Closing my eyes, I trailed my hands down the blanket to the inside of my thigh. His close-clipped beard had left my legs sensitive to the touch. Last night had been the first time anyone had gone down on me, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced. I wanted him to do it again and again. I wanted to lay open on the table and let him feast. Did the beard make it better or not? I smiled. Maybe I needed to ask him to shave it and try again.

Sighing, I finally opened my eyes. I turned my head to Dean's empty spot and jerked upright when my eyes connected with the alarm clock.

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