view. One woman, another man. They were as much deer in the headlights as me. But not Dean. The man going ‘uhh’.
Dean kept a hand on the back of my head clenching the tresses of my hair between his fingers. He looked directly at the couple, not wavering in the least. “Either get in,” he said. “Or get out,” the last word punctuated with him pushing me back down on him. I instinctively complied, smoothly sliding myself back down to the base of his sex.
The two looked at one another quickly communicating non-verbally. The woman stepped closer and craned her head over to look at the buttons, closing the doors before taking retreating paces back with the man.
The doors closed and the animal inside of Dean came out roaring. He lifted me back up to my feet and pressed me firmly up against the wall, grabbing my panties in his fist as his lips pressed against mine.
I explored his mouth with my tongue and held the sides of his face tight underneath the bite of my blue nails. Let’s see how he likes this.
Dean jerked unexpectedly as I bit into his lip. Even bad boys can be surprised when it comes to blood.
I loved it though. I didn’t want my lips to leave his. Copper. A bit sweet. But that was how it tasted. Contrast was what it was all about – the duality of two extremes and the maddening pleasure between.
He tugged at my panties with great force once, then again. His second motion ripping them off.
The tearing sound made me smile, but not half as much as Dean lifting me higher and spreading my legs – letting them rest against the breadth of his shoulders. His hands squeezing my ass with the weight of his body keeping me pushed up and in a position of utter submission.
Dean pushed himself inside of me.
I gripped him tighter with my hands, a moan escaping me as I felt him push inside. He was just the right fit; filling me up completely. The entirety of my body ached to grind and push against him. But even now he was teasing me – his control commendable as the look on his face was one of surprise and delight. If I could just coerce him into really fucking me.
Dean groaned before biting down on my neck. “You’re so,” he pulled himself out with a quick moan. “Fucking tight,” he slammed back into me.
Acting purely on instinct I found myself wrapping around him more and more, giving him my approval with every hard stroke inside of me. My whole body was warm with liquid fire, I could feel my core aching and a building pressure in my sex. I hadn’t been so excited in some time, and I knew that I wasn’t going to last very long.
There was a simplistic brutality to his motions – primal even – but he remained with an air of control. I clenched my feet and let go. My whole body enraptured with pleasure as I surrendered to the trilling orgasm that coursed through me.
I couldn’t help but whine. “Cumming!” I yelped. “Cumming!” It was all that I could bring myself to say, and even then it was choked and broken.
Such a sweet release. Listening to the sound of his cock sloshing around the juices of my pussy, a line of cum rolling down the length of his shaft. Warmth flooded me as I basked in my rolling orgasm.
Dean bucked wildly into me now and could only manage a series of grunts, groans and curses under a murmured breath. He moved his face in close enough for our noses to touch and we maintained eye contact as he shot his hot load inside of me. The walls of my tight cunt milking his every last drop before he could manage to pull out.
Our breathing was hot and heavy as we composed and clothed ourselves. If there was ever going to be a next time I’d better not wear anything too expensive for underwear. My panties were completely ruined.
I collapsed into Dean’s embrace; his arms wrapped tight around me leaving me with a sense of security.
I looked up into his eyes. “Now what?” I could feel his chest expanding