Page 108 of Dean

“Fuck, Avery. You’re so fucking hot. I didn’t…I thought I’d never get to do this again.”

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

His cock drags up my crack again, and I whine, wanting him to pin me to the wall and fuck me.

He must have the same thought because he kisses his way up my neck before asking, “Where’s the lube?”

“Under my bed.”

He lets out a small chuckle and I turn my head to watch him bend over, his ass crack showing as he does. Fuck. He’s hot. I can’t believe this is happening.

It’s going to happen.

I thought I was going to lose him, and here I am instead.

Waiting to be fucked.

He turns and catches me watching, his dick hard and pointing right at me.

“You want this?”

“I fucking want it,” I moan and then tilt my hips out a little more, offering my ass up. Wild that I was going to leave minutes ago and now I’m staying to get railed.

It seems he really doesn’t care much about my past illegal activities.

I was wrong to leave. He’s in this. He’s in it for me.

The flick of the cap has me biting my bottom lip as he pushes two fingers against my hole. I feel the slick of his fingertips, the way he strokes my hole, wetting it for entrance. One finger pushes inside and my hands curl against the wall as he breaches my hole.

“So tight,” he says, sliding knuckle deep.

“Yes. More. Please, more.”

He twists his hand slightly, and I gasp when he hits my prostate.

“You like that?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

He massages it until my legs are shaking, my hips thrusting back, inviting him to take more. To take all of me. And he gives it to me, two fingers entering me and scissoring me open, stretching me for the inevitable slide of his dick.

Dean’s other hand wraps around my hard cock, his teeth nibblingon my earlobe as he works me from both ends. I’m grasping at anything I can find, trying to keep myself upright. But it’s hard when it feels so good, when I know who’s doing this to me.

“Can you take three?”

“Yes. I can do anything. Give it to me. Please.”

More lube is pushed into me and then a third finger opens me up further. I’m nearly crying with the need to come, but I want to wait. I want him to be inside of me when I topple over that edge.

His hand pumps my cock, his fingers thrusting into me carefully before they suddenly stop.

I blink my eyes open and see Dean removing his clothes, kicking his pants off and tossing his shirt onto the ground.

I wet my lips, eager for what’s next, when he swoops me into his arms and carries me to his room. He sets me on the mattress, rucking up my skirt around my waist and tugging my panties all the way off.

“Fuck yes,” he murmurs as he takes the lube and applies it to his cock, stroking himself as he looks at me. “Show me those tits,” he murmurs, and I rip my shirt off, wanting to give him what he wants.

“Fuck yes,” he repeats as he crawls up between my legs. My ankles link behind his back as his cock hits my crack and drags up my taint. His lips pull on my nipple, and I arch up, thrusting my hips slightly to get him inside of me. But he makes me wait, torturing me until I’m mewling and begging.

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