Page 130 of Ship Outta Luck

“You.”

He rubs a finger along my lips and I open my mouth, sucking on it. He groans, and I release his finger. My own fingers move up, and I unbuckle his belt as fast as I freaking can.

He palms my breasts again before sucking at the tips, making me moan and arch off the bed.

“You like that, June?”

“Not enough,” I gasp out, though I swear, the man has me close already.

A low growl reverberates in his chest at the challenge, and I let out a yelp as he shoves my knees wide, licking along my exposed pussy.

“You taste so fucking good, princess,” he tells me. “So wet for me. Such a pretty pussy, just like the rest of you.”

He looks up at me between long licks, and I’m about to die.

I’m babbling, my hands tangling in his hair, pressing him close, urging him to do more.

His tongue circles my clit, and when he sucks on it, slowly increasing pressure, the room around me explodes in light and heat.

Someone’s yelling.

It takes me a minute to realize it was me.

“You came so good for me.” He’s kissing down my thighs again. “Screamed and everything, princess.”

I make an incoherent noise. A sheen of sweat shines on my chest, and I gasp as Dean’s fingers slide inside me, stretching me.

“So fucking tight and perfect.”

“Dean, Dean,” I mutter, and I’m not sure if it’s a curse or a prayer as he lowers his mouth to me again. He crooks his fingers as he sucks my clit, and his name turns to a stream of panting curses as I come again, the second orgasm hitting me hard and fast, leaving me incredibly breathless.

Dean must have used his own treasure map to make that happen. I grin down at him. “No one’s ever found that spot before.”

“I’m going to ruin you for any other man. You’re mine, now, June.”

“Okay,” I agree. “Keep doing that and you might kill me, though.”

“You want me to stop?” He’s got that cocky grin on his face, his lips shining with my wetness.

It should not be that sexy.

It is.

“No. Don’t you dare,” I tell him. “I want the rest. Get in me.”

He finds a condom in record time, and I stare at him like a pervert while he slicks it over himself.

I can’t stop creeping on him. It’s like they made him at a Build-A-Man Workshop just for me.Yes, please, I’d like the one shaped like a Dorito.

“See something you like, princess?”

“Yes, and I want it now.” I make gimmee hands at him, and he huffs a laugh before climbing over me.

His big body pressing tight against mine, and I savor each sensation, all my nerves raw and ready.

“Mine,” he says, kissing my earlobe. He thrusts, and we both cry out as he seats himself fully inside me.

He pulls out and I claw at his back, absolutely out of control now.

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