Page 17 of Devil's Valentine

His fingers curl inside of my tight channel, the stretch of his fingers nowhere near what I experience when his cock is deep inside of me. With his other hand, he pushes down on my abdomen to hold me in place and keep me grounded.

I need it. It would be far too easy to float away right now. Would I ever come down to Earth?

For a second, I realize that I’m not insecure about him touching my soft stomach. Normally, I would be filled with nerves and negative self-talk because of where and how he’s touching me.

Not with Dean.

My shoulders relax and I fall back against the desk, no longer able to hold myself up even though the sight of his head between my thighs is sexy as fuck.

Dean growls against my pussy, his head shaking back and forth like he’s a beast playing with his favorite toy.

The thought of being his favorite anything has me gliding along the edge of my orgasm. I try and hold back, not wanting this to end.

But it’s useless.

“You better cover my face with your sweet cum, Sugar,” he demands. “Now,” is all he needs to bark before I fucking shatter.

His teeth scrape across my clit and he taps on my g-spot in just the right way. His words. His touch. The look in his eyes.

It’s all I need to fucking shatter. I have just enough mental capacity to cover my mouth with my hands as my orgasm takes over. Still, it’s only enough to muffle the sound of his name on my lips, the pleasure he’s giving is obvious.

I’m a panting mess, my entire body shaking and spasming with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Dean is right there though. His touch becomes gentle as he leads me down out of the clouds and back to him. I blink a few times and the spots dancing in my vision start to fade.

It’s only when my breathing evens out that Dean pulls his fingers from my pussy. I watch with wide eyes as he sucks each finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as if he’s savoring the taste of me. It’s sexy as fuck.

I have to sit up slowly, my entire body feeling weightless and boneless. When I reach for his belt, he grips my hands and shakes his head slowly.

My eyebrows pull together and I pout, “You don’t want me to?”

“Oh, Sugar,” his voice drops an octave, “I’d love nothing more than your sweet lips wrapped around my cock, but I know Hacker is going to be here soon. I won’t have him finding you like that.”

My heart sinks. Does he not want anyone to know about us? I should have fucking known.

Dean grips my chin and raises my head; I wasn’t even aware that I had looked away from him while trying to hide the riot of emotions going through me.

“None of that,” his tone holds no room for argument. “I’ve already told Hacker that you’re mine. I’ve told our President, Lucifer as well.” My eyes widen at his confession. “I don’t want any of my brothers to know how much fucking pleasure you give me,” possession flashes in his eyes, “because they can’t have you.” He lowers his head until his lips are hovering over my own. “You’re mine.”

When he slams his mouth onto mine, I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s not something I ever thought I would like, but I do. I suck his tongue into my mouth and moan into the kiss.

The knock on the door has us breaking apart. Well, he pulls back all cool and confident and I jump about three feet into the air and almost topple off the desk. Dean doesn’t let me fall though.

“Be right out,” he calls out and winks at me as my face goes bright fucking red.

“Sure,” a male voice says from the other side of the door, but he holds the word out like he doesn’t believe my man for a second.

I grimace, knowing another DSMC brother is right outside my office door and probably knows exactly what we’ve been doing in here. Yikes.

Dean kneels at my feet and slowly helps me get dressed. He does it all with a gentle touch, kissing my skin as he covers it back up. Once I’m clothed, he grips my hand and leads me out of my office, closing the door quickly behind us.

Does it reek of sex? I should not have done any of that. I should have been baking.

The man leaning against the wall looks at me with sparkling eyes. “I can see why Frenzy snapped you up before anyone else could meet you,” his voice is rich and while his words are light, it’s not a teasing way.

He’s serious.

My mouth opens and closes a few times, but words escape me. Hell, I don’t even know where to start with responding.

“Stop looking at my woman,” Frenzy growls and I snap my gaze around to him.

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