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Well, that seemed unlikely given the constant throbbing down there. But she still couldn’t help but feel like she was going to somehow screw it all up. Say the wrong thing, make the wrong move.

“Good girl.” Dean's deep voice pulled her attention back to him as she kicked her leggings to the side, and her racing thoughts slowed. He reached for her, running the tips of his fingers up her arms before hauling her close so she was forced up onto her toes, her head tilted back as if inviting him to kiss her. “Such a good girl, aren’t you, MaryAnn? Do you want to see what happens to good girls, baby?”

She’d never wanted anything more in her life. “Yes, Sir.”

Instead of kissing her, he moved forward, forcing her to take a step back. A primal dance that shouldn’t have been as smooth as he made it seem until the backs of her thighs hit the bed. He gave her a firm shove so she was splayed on her back, her legs open, welcoming him to come and taste.

Resigned to the fact he wasn’t going to just skip to the good stuff, she laid back and focused on the sheer white curtain above her. She’d always wanted a canopy bed as a child, but her mother had simply mocked her request.Who do you think you are, a princess? What else would you like, your highness? Perhaps a crown to wear to—

“Oh!”

At some point, while she’d been lost in the misery of her past, he’d slid her panties off. The first touch of his tongue to her clit nearly had her leaping off the bed.

It was… holy shit. Wasthiswhat it was supposed to feel like? With every flick of his tongue, every gentle pull at her clit, the ache in her pussy grew until she felt like she might actually die if she didn’t get some kind of relief.

Sliding her hands into his hair, wrapping her legs around his neck, she arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against his mouth in a silent plea formore.“Oh, fuck, yes. God. Dean!”

She felt more than heard his chuckle when it vibrated against her overly sensitive nerves, and she shuddered at the sensation. A need she’d never felt before, at least never so urgently, overtook her and she arched again, grinding her pussy against his mouth, whatever it took to reach the pleasure he seemed to be deliberately holding just out of reach.

And then his fingers were inside of her, filling her and pressing against some magical spot she hadn’t even known existed just as he took her clit between his lips and sucked. The combination shattered her, sending waves and waves of pleasure through her, until she thought she might drown in it.

“Thank you for indulging me, babygirl,” he said as he rose to his feet. Through eyes still hazed with desire, she watched as he shed his clothes.

Okay, where was he hiding the gym in this place, because holyshit. Muscles rippled with every movement, not quite bulging but clearly defined beneath his tan skin.

“Pretty,” she mumbled, without quite meaning to. But she was too far gone from that explosive orgasm to be embarrassed, even when he chuckled.

“Thank you.” Hooking his hands around her knees, he lifted her bottom as he stepped up to the bed once more. “I’m going to fuck you now, babygirl. Keep those beautiful brown eyes on me. I want to watch you take me.”

She forced herself to obey, though the sensation of him stretching her, filling her with his cock made her eyelids flutter. “Dean…”

“I’m right here, baby. You’re such a good girl, taking all of me in your pretty little pussy like this. I’m almost there, babygirl.”

His praise seemed to heat her from the inside out, and by the time he’d settled fully inside her, she was more than ready for more of that molten, all-consuming pleasure.

He took his time with her, almost as if he wanted to make this moment last as long as possible. Not that she could blame him; if she could spend the rest of her life on this bed with him buried to the hilt inside her, she could die a happy woman.

But even those slow, steady thrusts built over time, until she was once again whimpering and writhing against him, arching her back and rolling her hips, anything to bring her closer to that peak.

“Do you want to come again, babygirl?”

“Yes, yes, please! Dean, please!”

“Then come for me.” Though the speed never changed, there was no doubt he was fucking her now. With those agonizingly slow but forceful thrusts, with a bite of pain that only made her need for him even greater. Every slide in and out of her pussy seemed to scrape against those inner walls, those way-too-sensitive nerve endings.

Until, finally, the need coiling inside her snapped, and she screamed as white-hot pleasure flashed through her.

“Fuck, baby,” Dean groaned, thrusting forward one final time, filling her up in all the best ways, even as the orgasm seemed to empty every bit of energy, every nagging thought, every unpleasant emotion from her body and mind.

By the time he climbed into bed with her, pulling her close so she could snuggle into his embrace, all she knew was him and the pleasure she’d found in his arms.

And in that way she’d only ever experienced with him, her mind was completely quiet as she drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER15

Something was tickling his nose.

Stuck somewhere between dreamland and the waking world, Dean shifted in his bed, the familiar weight of his wife moving with him. It must have been her hair tickling his nose. Would serve her right if he returned the favor.

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