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I want everything with him.

Dean continues to torture me with his tongue, his lips, his hands until I’m pushed onto my back, Dean on top of me, my jersey rucked up against my neck, our bodies writhing together. It’s potent, his mouth sliding across my skin, his tongue pushing into my mouth, making me drool for more of it. For more of him. How is he this addicting?

No, I knew he would be. The minute I laid eyes on Dean, I knew he’d be the end of me.

He breathes into my mouth and I swallow it down, inhaling a piece of him. I had him in my ass. Just the tip, but still. And now he’s in my lungs as well.

The tingle of pleasure slips down my spine and into my groin where it sits heavily, my cock aching, my balls full.

I want to come again. With him above me. With him watching.

He bites at my bottom lip once more and I arch up, rocking into him. He moans, sucking on my tongue and making me squirm beneath him.

“I’m not going to last,” he murmurs, and I shake my head, unable to form words. My lips are swollen and my entire body is shaking with the need to find release.

“Hurry,” I whisper and his eyes spark with something I don’t recognize as he reaches between us and pulls his dick out. I let out a feral, disgusting sound as he starts to rock our cocks together, the perfect slide. His mouth descends on me once more and as our tongues tangle,I feel it, the snap of control. My legs twine around his back and I hold on to him as I’m pushed over the edge. I shudder and shake, my moans sliding down his throat as I feel my cum splatter between us, coating my stomach. Dean grunts and I feel him tremble as his release mixes with mine.

He doesn’t pull away, he just continues to lie on top of me, his warm body cocooning mine. His arms bracket my face, his lips perfect against my own. Everything about this is sensual and soft, so unlike what I’m used to. Usually, men fuck me and leave. No one takes the time to stay, to kiss me until I’m melting into the mattress, my body pliable and weak against theirs. To hold me while I come down from the high of it.

Of course, Dean would be the one.

He’s my dream man.

He rolls off me, his mouth only leaving mine for a moment before moving back to mine.

“Should go back to my room.”

“You so shouldn’t.”

He chuckles and kisses me again, my body turning into his and my leg wrapping around his hip.

“I’m making a mess,” I say.

“Who cares?”

“You’re probably not used to this. All this cum.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a long time since I’ve done anything at all,” Dean says.

He grabs onto my waist and pulls me into him further. My wet skin hits his and he says nothing, just kisses me again, our noses brushing, our tongues tangling.

When we pull apart again, I realize that the skin of my cheeks is abraded from his scruff.

“I’m happy to go back to going slow after this,” I say.

“Okay, but how about we take it day by day? Some days will be slow. Some will be fast.” His fingers curl into my ass cheek. “Some days I’m going to dream of entering that tight hole of yours again, and when I do, when I finally do that, I’ll just fuck you wherever I can get you.”

“Dean,” I hiss and then let out a mortifying groan. “You can’t just say that. That’s…that’s detrimental to my heart.”

“Yeah, well…you’re fucking detrimental to me.”

“But in a good way, right?”

“Yeah, fucking painting my wall purple.”

“It livens up the space.”

“Just like you’ve livened up my life since you stepped into it. I remember that first day a year ago…the one where you came in for an interview.”

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