Page 74 of Starting Over with You
I’m surprised my fingers are working at this point. I’m a bundle of nerves ready to burst.
Me
That’s not even a question. I’m two seconds from getting myself off.
Dean
Don’t you fucking dare. Those orgasms are mine.
Jesus above.
I have never been so turned on in my life. I don’t know what Dean is doing to me, but I am loving it. Stratford never—no, I will not compare him to Stratford. I will enjoy the journey this man is about to take me on. When the truck door opens, Dean’s eyes meet mine, and the feral look in his eyes is overwhelming. No man has ever looked at me like that, and I’m obsessed with how it makes me feel.
“That’s my good girl for not touching yourself,” he growls as he gets in. He keeps his head down as he starts the truck and then holds my headrest before backing out of the parking lot. When he takes off, I sit up, and he winks. “Show me that pussy.”
I blink as heat rages through me. Unable to deny him since I want it just as bad, I pull up the skirt of my dress. His eyes keep coming back to me, and I slowly push my white thong to the side.He hums in appreciation as he squeezes the steering wheel in his grip. “Are you wet?”
I move a finger through my pussy, not the least bit surprised by how wet I am. “So wet.”
He bites into his fist. “Open yourself for me. Let me see.” I do, and his eyes drink me in. “Fucking hell, Kenni. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I don’t want to be insecure, but Stratford always said my pussy was too big. He claimed it got bigger and wider once I had the boys, but Dean is looking at it like it’s a big ol’ peach he wants to inhale. “You’re gonna make me come with just your voice,” I admit, feeling raw.
“Oh no, you’re going to come on my mouth.”
“I want you to touch me,” I plead.
He growls, and then I feel a bump, causing me to look up and see that we’re home. He throws the truck into park, and then he’s out. Before I can even sit up, he’s opening my door and taking me by my thighs as I squeal and giggle. He drags me down the bench and his mouth covers my pussy before I can even make a sound or take my next breath. I cry out the moment his tongue touches my pussy, savoring me before he groans against my heated skin.
“I knew you’d taste so fucking good.”
He licks his lips as he slides my thong down my legs, trailing kisses along my thighs before bringing my panties to his nose. A sound somewhere between a growl and a sob leaves his lips before he sucks on the little fabric that has cupped my pussy all night. “I could survive on your taste alone.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, and the man just smirks. He presses his knee between my legs, and to my absolute surprise, he hangs my white thong on his rearview mirror. “Dean!” I gasp. “Skyye will see it.”
“I’ll take it down before I go get her,” he tells me, his lips curled in a devastating grin. “I want the reminder of your pussy on my mouth when I go to work tomorrow.”
Before I can tell him we aren’t dumb teenagers, he slides histongue along my belly, and I forget everything but the feel of his hot tongue on my pussy. Dean swirls his tongue around my clit as he hooks one arm around my ass, and he presses his other palm down on my stomach. His hands are callused, hard, and warm against my soft skin, but I crave it. I arch into his touch, rocking my hips for more of what he is giving me. He tongues my opening, fucking me slowly with thrusts of his thick tongue before moving back up to give my pussy openmouthed kisses that have me jerking up into his face.
“Yes, darlin’, take your pleasure.”
I cry out as he sucks my clit between his lips, the sensation driving me to the point of completion. I start chanting his name, and he presses harder into my stomach, groaning against my flesh. He moves a hand down, squeezing my ass before sliding a finger into me. I open my eyes, taking him in, and I feel insane with my need for him. He looks so hungry, his eyes wild, and my heart skips at the way he hisses, shaking his head. “Fuck, you’re tight as hell.”
“Really?”
He groans, his eyes actually rolling to the back of his head as he curves his finger into me, hitting me in just the right spot to have me seeing stars. “I’m gonna enjoy wrecking this pussy, just how you wreck me with this gorgeous body and those sinful lips.”
“Dean, please,” I cry out, thankful the closest neighbor is a half mile away.
He slides another finger into me, the stretch so fucking good, and I moan loudly enough that even I’m surprised by the noise. He curves both fingers and starts fucking me in earnest as his tongue flicks over my sensitive nub.
I detonate.
I scream his name, arching up into his mouth as my body convulses under him. My thighs squeeze his head and I fear for his life, but he just hums against my pussy. The sensation makes me jerk, but he doesn’t relent. He licks up all my desire, drawing out my release and making my toes curl against his wide back. He drops a kiss on my clit then to my belly before pressing into my G-spot with the tips of his fingers, making me hiss from overstimulation. “I don’t know if I’ll ever leave the spot between these thighs.”
“Dean,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.”
“Oh, darlin’,” he murmurs, kissing up my belly, over my dress, to my neck. When he reaches my lips, his mouth tastes like me, and the cavewoman part of me wants my release on his lips all the time. I sigh into his mouth as he strokes my tongue in time with his fingers stroking my G-spot. His mustache tickles my lip and I feel the burn from his stubble on my thighs, but I want more. So much more. I nip his bottom lip as he pulls away, and his eyes are full of lust as he whispers, “I need more space so I can fuck you just how I need to.”
