Page 163 of Straight to Me

The eyes looking down at me fog over. Letting go of his hand, I lift myself to my elbow, making him roll to his side. Stroking his cheek, his cock stays inside me, as I lift my leg over him and he pulls me closer to his body. “Can you forgive me?” he rasps, bending his arm behind his head, resting his head back. His voice sounds broken.

He squeezes my leg making sure he won’t let me go again. “I forgive you,” I tell him. His hand moves to my hair, pulling my face to his.

As our kiss deepens, I push myself on top of him, rolling him flat to his back. His warm hands move to my breasts as my hips steadily grind on his cock in small circles. Sitting all the way back on him, his lips part as I tilt my hips forwards. He uses his hands to move my bum, rocking me, making me take him deeper.

Rolling my head to one side, I lean back with flat palms against the sheets, moaning each time his hips thrust and his cock stimulates the heavenly spot inside me. I can’t keep my eyes open, the warm sensation he’s stirring takes me to another place.

His movements quicken, each thrust, each pull of my body hitting with more passion. He sits up with one hand steadying himself on the bed and his other arm wraps around my bum. His strong fingers pressing me against him.

“Together,” he pleads, his orgasm building quickly. The way his voice growls sends shivers over me, the low hum of his authoritative side turning me on towards an unexpected third release.

Moving his hand off the bed, he moves me wildly above him as he wraps his fingers around my throat. The second I feel his hand take control of me, the desire to come for him sends me to new heights. I throw my head back and unravel, my lips parting wide with my groaning. His cock stiffens, turning rigid as he climaxes with me.

Dean’s eyes roll to the back of his head, pleasure relaxing him from his head to his toes. He looks magnificent. His muscles flex, lightly coated in sweat. I love him completely. I have from the moment I met him.

When he finishes, he pulls me towards him, wrapping his body around mine as we fall to the mattress. I’m completely swamped by him as his head rests on my chest, arms curled around my body.

Laying peacefully, I stroke my fingers through his hair. We don’t move from that position, holding each other tight, not letting each other go, until his breathing turns shallow and his body gradually slumps as he falls asleep.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

“Morning,” Dean whispers, his sweet smell filling my nose. The tip of his finger lightly sweeps over my cheek. I smile, riddled with happiness at the fact that he’s here with me again.

“Good morning.” He lays behind me, spooning me with his warm body acting like a hot water bottle against my bare skin.

I haven’t slept so well in weeks. He was out like a light before me, holding me close like he never wanted to let me go again. I felt valuable, knowing I brought him comfort—knowing he needed me—and it was me who could be there for him. “You’re smiling.” He’s right. Waking up next to Dean… my VP, brings hope for every day ahead of us.

“I like waking up like this.” He kisses my head as I hear my phone from downstairs.

“It keeps doing that,” he says. I’m far too tired to get up, plus, his ever-hardening morning glory seems much more appealing.

“Ignore it,” I whisper on a yawn. He holds me tighter, burying his nose in my neck as I push my bum against him. Sweeping my hair off my neck, he kisses behind my ear bringing me out in goosebumps.

My phone rings again. “Right!” Inconveniently interrupted, he gets up and stomps quickly out the room to retrieve my phone. After a minute I hear him run back up the stairs where he tosses the phone on the bed behind me. Then diving back under the covers, he resumes his position.

“Who was it?” I ask.

“I’m not your slave, woman,” he jokes, nipping my neck lightly with his teeth. As it rings again, I reach behind me, patting the sheets to find it. “Don’t you answer that,” he teases.

Holding it up, I hit the green button, and swat him away playfully.

“Bex?”

“Finally, what took you so long?” she chides.

Dean stares at me, slightly annoyed I didn’t listen to his instruction. “Sorry, I was asleep… didn’t hear it ringing.” I roll to my back and he kisses my lips before moving his mouth down over my neck.

“Sure, I’m to believe that? Can you be ready in an hour?” Over my nipple, Dean licks the now erect bud, making me bite my lip.

“Ready, in an hour?” My voice strains to sound normal. He looks up to me, slowly shaking his head side to side as he moves down the bed. His green eyes eat me alive as his fingers run lightly up and down between my legs.

“Uh, can I make it two hours?” I say, covering my mouth as he pushes two fingers inside me.

Bex can sense something’s up, of course. “Madison, what’s going on?”My outlaw biker’s trying to fuck me whilst we chat.

“Nothing Bex, you woke me up that’s all.”

He lays flat and lifts my leg, hooking it over his shoulder. Biting my lip again, his hot tongue starts gliding over my clit, sending warm tingles travelling up my spine.

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