I should hate him. I should want to slice his fucking dick off... but I don’t. I don't forgive the fucker. Not by a long shot, but I mean, it is cruel to cut him off from sex with anyone for forever, so if he needs to find release, why not take advantage of the situation and get myself a few orgasms out of it.
With Neo, he craves to be dominated, but this is a nice change. I didn't think I would enjoy this so much after years of being forced... actually let’s call it what it is, raped. After years of being raped. But the way he looks at me, this isn't the Dean I'm used to. He looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, like I'm some rare find. I feel sexy right now, naked with my legs open and waiting for him. On the other hand, all the feels are making me ready to bolt.
I keep reminding myself that I'm the one who is really in control by giving him this, and there’s the fact that I'm currently being fueled by jealous rage. I might look calm on the outside, but trust me, it’s taking everything in me not to grab that gun and shoot him in the fucking leg for allowing some bitch to touch him when he is MINE. Oh, and I'm really fucking horny.
At first, my plan was to get him all hot and bothered and watch him suffer, but in reality, I’ve been drenched most of the night.
He looks fucking amazing in a suit, his muscles bulging out of his tight dress shirt right now. He's tall, dark, and handsome for sure. With his dark brown hair and perfect beard that is currently soaked in my juices. My pussy clenches at the thought that I’ve marked him with my scent.
All his rage is gone now. He looks really cute and awkward, walking back over here with his cock still out and bobbing with every step. I can't help but giggle.
“What's so funny this time?” he grins as he steps between my legs again. He rubs my thighs as his eyes roam over my body. “Fuck. You're perfect,” he whispers.
I get this fluttery feeling in my belly. No! This is only meant to be about control and sex. He shouldn't be able to make me feel like a giddy schoolgirl. It’s already bad enough that Neo is breaking down my walls, and Cass is not far behind him. I can't let this happen. Especially, with Dean!
This needs to be aboutonlysex. The best they will get from me is friendship, even if my stupid traitorous heart seems to be wanting more.
I thought we had a deal? We locked that shit down years ago to avoid being destroyed again, but here you are, breaking that contract. Dumb bitch.
“Fuck me, Dean,” I demand. I can’t keep playing this game, he needs to know that I'm still in control, even if I'm allowing him a little of his own. “This is a one-time offer. After this, you’re going to need to learn to let me take control if you want any sex. I'm offering you me as your release, but under my rules. This might be only sex between us, but I am in charge, always.” His face drops, and I don’t know if it’s from the part where I said this is a one-time thing of him taking me like this, or the only sex between us part. Am I being a bitch right now? Probably. Do I care? A little. Am I gonna change my mind? No, because I'm stubborn, and I won't and can't admit to myself that these guys who once owned my heart may still have a piece of it.
I may have only dated Cass, but I was just as crazy about the others as I was him.
“Harlow,” he says, stopping just as he places the tip of his cock at my entrance. My eyes find his as I lay back and wait to be fucked within an inch of my life. “I'm sorry,” he whispers. “About everything. I loved you so much that I was willing to lose you if it meant you had a better chance at a good life. And all I did was make it worse. I hate myself every day for what I did.” His voice is filled with so much pain and regret that my breath catches. Before I can tell him to go fuck himself for making me feel anything for him, he grips my hip and thrusts his cock all the way in.
“God!” I scream, tossing my head back, and arching towards him.
Dean chuckles, the sound sending shock waves right to my clit. “Nah, sweetheart, I’m no god, but I can fuck like one.”
Dean pounds into me, letting out groans and curses. The force moves the desk with every thrust. My tits sway, and my pussy throbs. Fuck, his cock feels amazing. Thank god that all of them are big because I love a good sting with my fucks. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand for me.
My brain is hyper focused on everything this man is doing to my body. I thought about this moment for years when I was younger.
The feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of my tight, soaked pussy. His strong hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me like an animal. Wild.
It doesn't take me long before my belly fills with heat and my inner walls quiver around his cock.
“Fuck. Oh god, fuck!” I cry before gripping his dick like a fucking boa constrictor; I cum so fucking hard that I squirt all over his cock until it’s soaking both our thighs.
“So fucking sexy,” he groans, watching me with fascination as I shake out my release.
When I come down from my high, I find Dean still hungry as ever for my body. Formore.
“Get up and turn around. I want to take you from behind,” he demands. I cock a brow and give him an‘are you shitting me’ look. “Please?” he adds.
I roll my eyes, but do as he asks. I mean, he did say please, so it lessened the demand.
I thrust my ass out to him, and I hear him groan. Looking back over my shoulder, I find him eyeing up my round cheeks. “You have no idea how much I want to bury my face between these cheeks, to bite them and leave my mark.”
“Not today,” I warn, his eyes snap up to mine. “Don't think you're an exception to my three-orgasm rule. Get to work,” I say, wiggling my ass and taunting him to continue.
He growls then slaps my ass, as he goes to enter me. My head snaps back to him with murder in my eyes. His go wide with fear. “I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know what came over me.” I can tell his natural dominant personality is still hovering on the surface, so I let it go.
“Fuck. Me. Now. Before I take whatIwant.” I don't mean it. I’d never force myself on anyone. But something tells me he would not be opposed to me going all Yankee Doodle on his ass and riding him like a pony.
He doesn't argue with me, just grips my hips, entering me again. I moan as he slides back into my slick pussy.
He fucks me hard and fast like before, and I feel his hand graze the top of my head like he's debating on grabbing my hair, but retracts his hand. I love my hair being pulled. I love the pain, as long as it's not a man doing it to force my mouth on his cock.