Page 51 of The Bones We Break
“I.. I made a mess of.. Your sheets.” She whimpers into the crook of my neck and I grab her chin in my hand, my other arm bracketing her head. Her crystal eyes shine with pleasure as she looks up at me and I run my nose across her jaw, her head tipping to the side to allow me access. “Don’t ever apologise for coming all over my face, pretty girl.” I growl into her ear, nipping the skin in between my teeth whilst I edge the tip of my cock further into her pussy before pulling out again, teasing us both. “I’ve never done that before.” She admits and my ego grows tenfold, knowing that I’ve made my woman squirt for the first time. “Well I can guarantee you that it won’t be the last time.” I grin and tease her pussy again, her eyelids fluttering closed in pleasure. The glint of her wedding ring comes into my periphery and I grit my teeth. The thought of her husband still having a claim over has me wrapping both my arms around her waist and hoisting her up so she’s straddling my thighs, she lets out a sharp cry at the swift change of position, in a flash, I bracket her right arm behind her back with my own and bring her left hand between us, her eyes falling to the ring, she visibly recoils at the sight of the stupidly large diamond.
“Dean-” She starts and I cut her off. “You see, I’m man enough to admit when I’m jealous and right now, I’m ajealousfucking man Ana, but don’t think I won’t fuck you whilst you’re wearing your husbands wedding ring around your finger, because you best believe that ring means nothing to me. I own you baby. Your mind, your body, your soul and your heart just as much as you own everything that I am.” Her eyes become glassy like marbles, her gaze darting between my face and thering, and a moment of silence washes over us before she slips her finger into her mouth, proceeding to slide the ring off with her lips. Ana sticks her tongue out, the heavy diamond sitting right in the centre, then she tips her head down, letting the ring fall from her open mouth and down to the bed sheets underneath us, both of us following its trail until we lift our heads at the same time, a devious smirk spreading across her face.
“Now, are you going to fuck me?” This woman never ceases to amaze me, her constant ability to leave me speechless is mindblowing. Instead of giving her a verbal answer, I show her by wrapping my arms around her middle and lifting her above my cock before sheathing it fully inside of her without any warning. The tightness of her walls strangle my dick as her pussy clamps down on me. The pleasure sends a burning sensation through my bloodstream before it bursts behind my eyes, Ana’s whimpery moans fill the room as she begins to bounce up and down.
“Oh. Ohhh, fuck, fuck fuck. I’m so full.” Her voice is croaky as she breathes heavily through her mouth, her full breasts smashing against my chest. I drop my forehead to her chest, the thin layer of sweat causes our bodies to slip up and down with ease. “Fuck.. you’re so fucking tight baby, just like that.” I pant out against her hot skin as she keeps up the momentum I know will make her come again. I’m desperate to paint her insides with cum but I need her orgasm more than my own. Her movements become jerky, and I lay her down, her thighs wrapping around my hips as I pump into her whilst bringing my thumb to her clit, my hips smacking into the soft flesh of her ass, my balls bouncing against her pussy. The slapping of skin echoes around the room, our breathy moans mingling with it creating an erotic symphony.
“You gonna come again, pretty girl?” I pound into her now causing my hair to fall over my forehead, the inky strands swaying across my vision that’s already blurring with the blinding pleasure. “Yes! Yes! I’m.. fuck, I’m close.” She cries, the words incoherent as I pound into her pussy. “Tell me where I can come baby, I can’t hold it any longer.” I groan out, gritting the words through my teeth as I try to focus on not spilling myself inside of her if she’s not wanting that. “Come.. inside me! Please, I’m on birth control. I want us to come together.”Holy fuck.The moment she tells me I can line her walls with my cum I do as she clenches her cunt around my cock, her orgasm shuddering through her body like a livewire, her baby blues rolling to the back of her head until all I can see is the whites of her eyes.
Dropping down on my forearms, I plaster my front to her chest, my cock still twitching inside of her. My chest heaves from the aftermath of that mindblowing orgasm. Placing a tender kiss to the middle of her breast bone I place my hands at either side of her body and slowly pull myself out of her, the friction causes my teeth to rattle in my jaw, then I rest back on my knees and bring my hand to her pussy and watch the white sticky cum leak from her hole before pushing it back inside with my fingers.
“Deann..” She whimpers, her voice weary. “I know you’re tired baby but I ain’t wasting any of my cum.” I say and place a kiss on the inside of her thigh, her skin breaks out in goosebumps at the tender touch.
Ana’s reaction to me is something I’ve never witnessed before and I find myself wanting to bring that very reaction out of her all of the time. I stand up off the bed on shaky legs and pull the fluffy quilt back and gesture for her to climb in, she looks at me with a puzzled face, probably wondering why I’m askingher to stay in my bed with me considering we’ve been sleeping in separate rooms. “If you think we’re going back to separate rooms after that, you’re sorely mistaken. I want you in here, always.” Her eyes glow at my words, a pure smile breaking across her face as she scrambles into the bed. Her onyx locks splay across the white pillows like spilled ink and the sight takes my breath away, her lashes already fluttering onto her cheeks from her tired, heavy eyelids. Silently, I flick off the light and slip in behind her, then wrap my arm around her middle, pulling her back to my chest and planting a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. Her breathing is soft and steady as she gently falls to sleep in my arms and I’ve never felt more at home than I have right here.
“I love you.” I whisper into her hair before letting my eyelids fall closed, before joining her in a deep sleep.
I love you..
Those were the words I heard whispered into my ear as I drifted off into a heavy slumber last night. Three simple words swirled around in my head before dropping to my stomach to dance with the butterflies that are constantly fluttering around in there whenever I’m around Dean. I love him too. I’m just not sure how to tell him. I’ve been in love before, I think. Maybe it wasn’t real love but I know how I feel about Dean and that’s the love that everyone deserves to have. A person who shows up for you, even when you don’t feel like showing up for yourself. Someone who will love you even on your darkest days where the sky is always grey in your mind and your scars are on show to the world. Your home can be a person, and Dean is my home.
The bright sun beams into the room through the gap in the curtains, the white bed sheets seem to glow brighter under the light, the warmth penetrating the thick material. Squinting my eyes I give myself a minute to get used to the bright intrusion and glide my hand across the mattress finding Dean’s side cold and empty. My mind immediately puts the sour thoughts in my brain of him having second thoughts of what we did together last night but I quickly send them back on their way, refusingto believe the negative voice in my head. My core tightens and my skin tingles at the thought of everything we did last night, how willing Dean was to please me, to give me the control I lost. I rub my thighs together to ease the ache but it only causes the tension to grow, making me want to find him and drag him back into this bed and let him have his way with me all over again. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud sawing noise outside and I pull the cover off of me and climb out of the bed, swiftly grabbing the discarded t-shirt from the floor, slipping it over my head, then making my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. The noise rings through my ears the closer I get to it, the smell of wood and sawdust hits my nose through the open front door, a cool breeze blowing in. I pan around the kitchen and living room to see if Lyla is in here but I don’t find her, so I step over the threshold and onto the warm wood of the porch, the heat penetrating my bare feet and follow the sound around to the back of the house. The warm grass tickles my feet as I walk towards the back garden. The view of the trees goes on for miles and I’m forced to lift my hand above my eyes to shield them from the burning sun to get a better look at the open space. In the distance, I notice Lyla running through the grass before diving into the lake at the end of what I can only assume is Dean’s land. The clear water sparkles under the sun like tiny diamonds and Lyla quickly resurfaces from the water, her soft fur now drenched in water. She shakes violently, the water spraying high into the air. I laugh to myself already knowing Dean won’t be impressed when she treads soggy paw prints all over the house.
The deafening sawing stops, speaking of the devil, Dean’s voice shouts out.
“Lyla! C’mon, shake over there will ya!” I follow the noise I love so much and my jaw practically smacks the floor at theview that’s in front of me. Dean leans over what looks to be a workbench, a circular saw placed in the middle of it. His bronzed skin glows in the sun, the tattoo’s glistening under a layer of sweat that coats his entire upper body and the muscles in his wide back tense and loosen as he begins to push another plank of wood onto the metal saw, slicing it perfectly in half. The saw stops automatically the moment the wood has passed through it, then he stands to his full height, all six foot six of him. I feel my mouth dry and my core pulse at the same time. Dean lifts his cap and runs a hand through his black hair, pushing it away from his face before placing it back on again. This man is pure sex and I am nothing but a weak, wet pussied woman.
Lyla’s deep barks break my trance as she comes bounding over to me, her pink tongue flopping around aimlessly and I open my arms to welcome her. She jumps straight into my embrace and I have to take a step back to stop me from falling straight onto my ass. “Girl, you are too heavy for this!” I say whilst struggling to carry her. “Lyla. What are you doing? Get down.” The six foot six, sex god saunters over to us and Lyla immediately jumps out of my arms and flops down onto the grass on her side, her mouth open as she pants in the heat. Dean closes the gap between us and my eyes instantly fall to the floor, the visions of him fucking me senseless cloud my vision and I know my face is already turning a cherry red colour, and it’s not from the sun. His hand finds my face as he tips my chin to look at him, my eyes shamelessly washing over his chest to his shoulders then to his face. Every inch of him is covered in a slick sheen that I’m desperate to run my tongue over and sink my teeth into. The thought takes me by surprise and I try to discreetly squeeze my legs together but Dean’s forest green eyes snap to my legs and I’m caught in the act.Shit.
“Everything alright mama?” He teases, his thumb brushing against my jaw. “Yes. I’m fine. Everything is fine.” I say. Clearly I’m not fucking fine am I, my pussy might as well curl around his legs and start purring!The traitorous bitch.“Hm. If you say so baby.” He says before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my lips, the taste of mint and coffee lands on my tongue and I accidentally moan into his mouth, and I feel him grin against my lips before I pull away, folding my arms in front of my chest. Dean’s arm shoots out to grab my shirt and I inwardly flinch, my body’s natural reaction coming to the surface. He instantly drops his hand before slowly wrapping both his arms around me, crushing my own in between us.
“Shit. I’m sorry baby.” He says softly against my hair, and I press my face into his solid chest, inhaling his signature scent. “It’s okay. That was my fault.” I murmur into his skin and he pulls back, his hands resting on my upper arms. “No. It wasn’t. I should know better than to raise my hands like that. You know I’d never hurt you. I’d rather die before I ever did that.” He says firmly, my eyes meet his burning gaze and I know he’s serious. Hewouldrather die than ever lay a hand on me. I instantly step back into his embrace and place a soft kiss over his heart, the taste of his skin spreading over my lips. “I know.” I simply say before tipping my head up to look at him, his solid frame blocks out the sun from my face creating a glowing halo around him.
Dropping his head, he presses his lips to my forehead, immediately making me close my eyes at his tenderness. We stay locked in each other’s embrace for a moment before my curiosity gets the better of me at wanting to know what he’s up to. “What are you doing out here anyway?” I ask and he spins to look at the workbench before facing me again. “It’s a surprise, but you’ll find out soon enough.” My mouth drops and he laughs, a rich deep sound coming straight from his chest.“Don’t give me that face, pretty girl, you’re just going to have to be patient aren’t you.” He says, a hint of humour in his voice. I cross my arms again and push out my bottom lip like a spoiled child. I know I’m being petty and the tick in his jaw is telling me that he quite likes it when I’m being a brat, so I simply proceed. Dean steps into my orbit again and I stand my ground, my arms still firmly in place, my hip popping out to the side. Electricity radiates from him and I can feel the burn on my skin as he dips his mouth to my ear. “Don’t think I won’t spank that perfect ass of yours for being a brat.” My breath hitches at his threat, a cold shiver running up my spine as my pussy throbs at the thought of him making good on his word. He quickly kisses the sensitive skin under my ear before pulling back.
“Fancy getting out of here for a bit? Eli invited us to his place for a BBQ with his wife and his two girls.” My happy mood slips for a second, a wariness taking its place at the thought of socialising with other people, especially with the people that Dean loves. I feel like I would be putting them in instant danger just by being around me, this is why I’ve kept contact to a minimum with Ellie and Patty. My heart would never survive if I got them into trouble or worse. I know my husband is out there somewhere just waiting for me to slip up. He’s already tried once and I know he’ll be back to try again. He’ll never stop and I constantly feel like I’m living in limbo until he comes to collect, even if that limbo is full of happiness and love.
With a sigh, I drop my arms and tangle my fingers together, a habit I can’t seem to drop. “I.. maybe that isn’t a good idea, Dean.” I murmur and drop my eyes to my hands. Dean lifts my chin again. “You’re safe with me. You know that right. I’d never let anything happen to you.” His voice is sincere and it makes me want to cry. “I know that. It’s just. God, I don’t want to put anyone else in danger by being around me. Eli has a familyand I would never forgive myself if anything happened to them because of me.” Tears well in my eyes and Dean pulls me into his arms. “Hey, stop.” He coos. “Nothing is going to happen baby. I’ve already asked Eli to keep an eye out and if he thinks it’s safe then it’s safe and I trust him completely. You deserve to live your life, pretty girl and I’m gonna’ give that to you.” He squeezes me into his chest before releasing me and wiping the tears away from under my eyes. “No more tears alright. Let me clear up out here and I’ll meet your pretty ass in the shower.” He winks and sends me on my way by swatting my ass cheek. I jump at the stinging sensation but I’m already wanting more of it.
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“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” Dean moans into the crook of my neck as my back slides up and down the cold shower tiles. We were supposed to leave half an hour ago but the moment Dean stepped into the shower with me, it was over.
“Your pussy was fucking made for me baby. I want you to come all over my cock.” He groans and praises and my pussy clamps around his thick cock, the tip hitting my cervix with each rough blow. My thighs tense around his middle as his hands grip the globes of my ass.
“Oh. Ohhh. I’m gonna’ come.”I moan out as I tip my head, the spray of the shower falling over both of us. Dean’s thrusts are relentless. The slapping of skin echoes around the shower. “That’s it baby. Come for me. Be my good girl and come. Now.” His words act like a switch inside of me, sending a euphoric wave of pleasure over my entire body as my second orgasm fires through my bloodstream. I feel his cock empty inside of me, filling my walls with his hot cum as he continues to push it inside of me until he slows down to lazy strokes. The slow sensation has me trembling in his arms and his mouth findsmine, our tongues and teeth clashing together in a heated kiss.
“Fuck.” His tongue slips in my mouth and out again. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He murmurs against my lips, the sound getting trapped in my mouth. He groans as he slips himself out of me and places me on wobbly legs, then slides a hand underneath my thigh and lifts it to spread me open again, a low moan breaks free as he pushes two fingers inside of me.
“Ohh. God.” My eyes flutter closed as my head rolls from left to right against the wall. “That’s right, pretty girl. I am your God and you will keep my cum stuffed inside this pussy for the rest of the day. I wanna know that everytime I look at you, it’s sliding down your creamy thighs.” His voice is deep and threatening. The thickness of his fingers causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head as he curls them inside of me once more before slipping them free and bringing them to his mouth and sucking my arousal off them.
We both finish washing and Dean steps out first to leave me to wash my hair. Once I’m finished, I wrap myself up in one of the extra towels and give my hair a quick towel dry before making my way into the bedroom. The sound of Dean shuffling around in the kitchen, a clattering of beer bottles rings through the hallway as he takes them from the fridge, as I enter the bedroom. I find my boots, a pair of Dean’s black socks and my cut off jean shorts already laid out on the bed, and right next to them is a pair of scissors and aHalloweenshirt. Stepping closer, I lift the shirt from the bed. I know I didn’t buy this or bring it with me so, who’s is it? My train of thought de-rails as Dean steps into the bedroom.
“This isn’t mine.” I say to him, lifting the t-shirt in my hands. “I know it’s not. It’s mine.” He simply says and shrugs his shoulders. “It’s yours?” I question again. I’ve never seen Dean in any horror merch so you can see why I’m surprised. But thenagain, ever since I’ve been here he’s been in work clothes, gym gear or well, naked. He laughs whilst shaking his head and opens the double doors to his closet and pushes the raft of black t-shirts aside, the hangers screeching against the metal pole. My mouth flops open again at what I see. There’s a whole section of horror and band merch stashed into the far left of the closet. The first one I see is aFriday 13tht-shirt withJason Vorheesprinted on the front. I can feel my eyes widening in shock.
“Have you been hiding all of these?” I say and lift my hand towards the collection. He laughs again and slips his hand into his pocket. “No. I’ve been a huge horror and rock music fan for most of my life but it’s very rare that I get to wear them, as most of the time I’m at work but I couldn’t help but notice the t-shirts that Eli brought from your apartment and I knew you would appreciate them that’s why I gave you the Halloweenone to cut how you want to.” A flush spreads over his cheeks, a shyness in his voice. My heart explodes in my chest and I throw myself into his arms and he catches me immediately.
“Thank you. I love.”You, I think. “It.” He kisses my cheek, the beard on his jaw grazes against my skin. Dean places me back on my feet and closes the closest. “You’re welcome baby. If you ever want to wear the others, feel free.” A wide smile spreads over my face and I can feel my cheeks beginning to ache from all the happiness that’s threatening to burst out of me. Dean leaves the bedroom and I begin to chop away at the t-shirt, revealing a whole new item of clothing in front of me once I’m done. I’ve taken off some of the length as it would have hidden my shorts and I chopped off the sleeves to turn it into cami top.Michael Myers’signature mask is front and centre, withLaurie’shouse in the background. I smile at my handiwork and begin to get dressed. There isn’t a mirror in Dean’s bedroom so I’m just going to have to assume that I look okay.
