Page 105 of Secrets That Bind Us
“I know, baby,” I coo. “But you can take it. You’re gonna spend eternity with me, baby. You know that, don’t you?”
Her pussy flutters around me in response and I pull out, not letting her come. Little vixen thought she could order me around. But it ain’t like that. Her body is mine between the sheets to do with as I please. I flip her and dive back into her when I get a firm grasp on her hips. I thrust with a spank, wrap her pretty hair around my wrist, shove her down between her shoulder blades, and fuck into her with abandon.
“Pretty little Verity. Reach down and play with your pussy baby. God, I fucking love this ass of yours.” I spit on it, and press my thumb to it, making little circles, only pressing a bit in.“I’m gonna fuck every hole in your body, baby. None of you will be left untouched by me. I’m gonna use you all night long. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she screams, pussy squeezing around me.
“Not yet, baby. Don’t come yet.”
“Oh God, Dean, please. Please let me come for you.”
Her words are a fucking siren’s song to me. They send chills from my shoulders down my spine and wickedly lick at my balls, making them feel so fucking full and heavy, ready to unload in her. But I’m not finished yet. “God, I love it when you beg.”thrust“Every inch of you belongs to me, you know that don’t you, baby?”thrust thrust thrust.
“Please, Dean, please, please let me come.”
I bend and lick up her spine. “Keep playing with your pretty pussy, Verity. I love when you clench around me and grip me so tight I have to come with you. Go on, baby.”
I’m sick. But right as she starts to clamp around me, I pull out of her and flip her on her back again, which earns me a frustrated cry, and then a new, tortured plea when I shove back into her wet heat. Feet still planted onthe floor; I loom over her like a beast. I hold her face to mine, running the pad of my thumb over her jaw and then her lips shoving my thumb into her mouth so I can feel her wet tongue wiggle under it. “I told you I own this body.”thrust“This pussy.”thrust“Every orgasm.”thrust“They’ve all been mine, haven’t they?”thrust“Even before I took your virginity.”thrust“Every time you’ve ever touched yourself, you thought of me.”thrust “Admit it.”
Her thighs spread wider, and she reaches between us to rub her clit. “Every… oh God! All of them!”
I kiss her parted lips, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth, so she can taste herself on me. My hand goes down to her nipple, pinching it between my fingers, only to let go and slap it. “That’s my good fucking girl. Come for me so I can fill you up. Take every drop. Oh fuck. There it is. Fucking, oh God, that’s fucking perfect. So tight.”thrust“So hot.”thrust“So fuckingwet.” I pump every inch of my hard cock I can into her pussy until I hit home and keep myself buried in her gripping heat, still rutting but barely. I let my tip hit against her cervix, letting it tap. “Come on baby, give me another one. I want your entire pussy open for me so I can get you pregnant.”
“Oh, God, Dean…”
“That’s it baby, keep saying my name. It makes me fucking feral, Verity.”
“Please come inside of me.” she says so tenderly, putting her hand on my jaw and then reaching up to kiss me, rocking her hips with my deep, short strokes, matching me. “You feel so good inside of me. I want this forever.” She whispers between kisses.
I put one of her ankles on my shoulder, loving that delicious little gasp that escapes her. I drag my cock slowly out then push all the way in, still not changing the pace. “Fuck, baby. I’m so crazy for you. Atta girl, Verity. That’s my girl. Mmhmm. Come on my dick again. So fucking pretty when you come for me.” I don't change the pace, only burrowing deeper when she starts pulsing around me again, raking her nails down my back. I lick up her neck and play with her nipples, gripping everywhere I can touch. “My girl. Always mine.” I shudder, losing myself to the sensation when I finally let myself come with her– falling off every edge we’ve ever dived, only to resurface together.
Chapter Forty
Verity
Present Day
“So… how are you feeling?” Zoey asks from behind the counter.
I blush, remembering last night and how rough Dean got. When he said every hole in my body– he meant it. Although he was very gentle during anal. All the praise. The worship. I feel like a brand new woman. “Like it’s my turn to plan a wedding.” I grin.
“God, you’re glowing.” Zoey giggles. “I’m so happy for you, Ver.”
A patron grabs our attention before I can answer.
The grand opening of The Ink Plot has been a royal success. Having all of those influencers come in from so many miles away has brought so much traffic through our doors, we’ve actually had to re-stock almost everything. Iris has had to run out and purchase more ingredients for sandwiches, making us switch up our menu halfway through the day. I know it won’t always be like this, but it has been an incredible day.
I look over at my best friend, who looks exhausted, just as Jake comes from around the corner. It’s finally gotten a bit quiet. “How areyoufeeling? You’re getting married in two weeks.”
Zoey’s nose scrunches and she squeals excitedly. “I know! I just got off the phone with the caterer. Everything is pretty much ready. Invitations have gone out, Will is finally done with the barn, so that’s perfect. Ugh, it feels like everything is falling into place!”
“Eli and I were approved for adoption.” Jake adds nonchalantly.
Zoey and I turn to him. “OH MY GOD!” We rush to hug him. He throws an arm around each of us and squeezes, tears in his eyes. “Jake!” I feel my own tears sting my eyes. “Jake, this is such good news! You’re going to be the best dads!”
He sniffs but grins that cocky smile of his. “I know. We were going to tell you after the wedding, once the chaos died down. Your plates have been so full. I didn’t want to add more to it.”
“I wish you hadn’t! Oh my God! I’m going to be an aunt!” I crush him to me. “Where is Eli?!” I ask, looking around the shop.
