“She won’t be there.”
“I don’t fucking care. The answer is still no.” Placing my hands on his rock-solid chest, I push him away from me. “Dean, have you ever had an affair before? Even when you two were dating, did you ever cheat on Karina?” His eyes lower. He looks at me as if I offended him deeply by even asking the question. I’m sure the answer is no, but I still feel the need to ask. I have every right to, considering we're currently having an affair.
“No. I’ve never once cheated on my fucking wife,” he deadpans, his eyes narrowing into glaring slits. “I’ve never wanted anyone else until I saw you again.”
I roll my eyes, unfolding my arms and moving them up to wrap around his neck. “You’re ridiculous. We’re ridiculous.”
He shrugs, his lips curling into a grin that nearly makes me swoon. “You like it, though. You like the thrill of being together, and you like being with me.”
Rolling my eyes, I lift my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Eh, it’s whatever. The sex is okay enough, so I stick around.”
“Okay? Just okay?” he growls lowly, his lips crushing against mine in a painfully searing kiss. His hands grip my ass firmly. He picks me up and my legs automatically wrap around his waist.
Dean carries us inside the room, kicking the balcony door shut behind us, all the while his tongue dances with mine, never breaking our kiss. My grip around his neck tightens, and I cling to his tall, muscular body like a damn koala. I have this insatiable need to be closer to him, as close as I can possibly get.
We tongue fuck each other’s mouths, and I press my core against his shirtless stomach, knowing he can likely feel the heat gathering between my legs.
We’d taken a shower together before dinner; he never put a shirt on, and I didn’t put on pants. I’m wearing his gray T-shirt and a white lace thong, while Dean only wears gray sweatpants, sans boxer briefs. Bet if I were to look down, I’d be able to see his cock clear as day.
Once in the bedroom, he gently lays me in the middle of the plush bed and stares down at me with a mixture of darkness and lust in his eyes. His grip moves from my ass to my thigh, and he grips firmly, spreading them apart. I watch as his face contorts into pure lust.
Holy fuck. I’ll never be able to get used to the way that Dean looks at me. He looks at me with such an intensity that it could literally set me on fire. He looks at me like I’m responsible for all the stars in the sky. Like I’m the reason that the most beautiful things in life exist.
He looks at me with love.
Arching my back, I waste no time gripping my shirt and removing it from my body. I love when he looks at me, but I need him to touch me right now. I need him to fuck me.
I take my heavy tits in my hands, squeezing, kneading, and rolling my nipples between my fingers. His gaze is focused on my hands, watching me play with my breasts and pebbled nipples.
“Dean,” I groan, my back arching slightly off the bed from the feeling I’m bringing upon myself.
That small groan is enough to snap him into action. He makes quick work of removing his sweatpants and letting his big cock spring free and stand between his legs proudly.
Fuck.
His cock is a beautiful sight. I never thought a dick can be beautiful or perfect, but his sure as hell is. Dean standing in the nude before me makes me want to snap a picture of him and set it as my wallpaper so I can see him every time I use my phone.
‘“What do you want, Camille?” The way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine and causes a flutter between my legs.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Where?” I let go of my tits and remove my panties, spreading my legs and exposing my bare wet pussy to him.
He groans at the sight, his fist wrapping around his hard velvet shaft. “Touch yourself.” I don’t need to be told twice. I’m already aching for release.
Slowly, I trail my fingers down between my tits until I reach my pussy. My fingers circle my clit, my movements slow and teasing.
“I want your cock in my pussy, Dean. Fuck me until I can’t walk and forget my name.” He growls, fisting his hard cock from root to tip in what looks to be a painful grip.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” With quick movements, Dean climbs on top of me and positions himself between my legs. He shifts his hips and drags his cock through my wetness, eliciting a groan of pleasure from us both. “Hold on, baby,” he warns with a devious smirk.
His cock stretches through my entrance and fills me to the hilt with one hard thrust. He knocks the air from my lungs. It’s both a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. He doesn’t allow me any time to adjust to his size before he starts thrusting. He’s a tight fit, and it’s borderline painful, but it also feels so fucking good.
Luckily, it only takes a few thrusts for my body to adjust to Dean’s massive cock being buried repeatedly inside my soft tissue. Not that it stops him from rocking his hips against me at a devilish speed. My nails sink into his back, leaving crescent moons in his flesh.
The soft light from the night moon shines through the window and illuminates our bodies that are already adorned by sweat, causing us to glow together.
God help me; this is what I want for the rest of my life. To run my fingers over every inch of his skin and have my pussy filled with only Dean.