Page 98 of Ablaze

Letting my nipple go and moving to the other, Dean pulls my underwear aside, exposing my slick center. I raise my hip, grabbing his erection in my small hand before running the pierced head between my folds, circling my clit. I hiss at the contact, hearing a soft groan from Dean.

When I can’t take it another second, I line him up at my entrance. We both watch raptly as I slide down over it.

He disappears inside me, inch by delicious inch, and Dean’s breath hitches just as my own gasp fills the air between us. The way his thickness stretches and fills me, the feel of him throbbing inside me, the press of the two metal beads against my G-spot has me practically shuddering.

With my hands secured on his shoulders, I lift up again, watching him come almost all the way out–wet and veiny–before I slide all the way back down.

“Fuck, baby.” Dean curses, his nostrils flaring and eyes like two black pearls. The hunger in his expression has my heart flipping inside my chest, knowing I put that look there. “Look at how good you take me.”

I lift up and down on his heavy length again and again while Dean grabs my ass with one hand, guiding me over him, as his thumb circles my clit.

“Oh, Dean! Fuck, that feels good.” I throw my head back, bouncing over him, taking him deeper and harder with each thrust.

His thumb rubs my center lazily as he watches me fuck him. “That’s it, baby. Take my fucking cock just like that.”

There’s so much lust and heat in his eyes, I’m shocked it hasn’t caused the walls to burn, but there’s something else in them, too. Something we can finally name.

Wonder, surrender . . . love like no other.

Every emotion flashes across his face as I continue to rock over him. My breaths come out in sharp pants, and I’m just about to come–so fucking close, I’m right at the edge–when Dean flips me over on to my back.

“Wha–?” I land with a thud as my breath shoves out of me.

But before I can protest, Dean has my knees pulled open and his face buried inside my pussy. I moan and mewl at the feel of his tongue against my throbbing center.

A moment later, he growls in disagreement, lifting his mouth before pulling my panties off, as if they were offending him.

Once he’s tossed them to the floor, he goes back to stroking me with his tongue, and I shove my hand into his hair, arching to meet his every lash and lick. “Oh, God, Dean! Please! Please!”

Dean laps at my entrance like he’ll die if he doesn’t before he circles my clit. “Love the way you taste.” He plunges his tongue into me, groaning, while my thighs tremble around his head. “Needed you on my tongue.”

I moan, my head turning this and that way over the pillow, my orgasm on the brink of release. My hand tightens in his hair and I shamelessly grind my sex against his mouth, letting the current of my release travel down the length of my body.

I come so hard against his tongue, I can feel the vibration of his name from my lips all the way into my stomach.

Dean continues his feast over my still pulsing clit before the scrape of his scruff becomes almost too much, and I squirm under him.

He glides over me and the primal look in his eyes does nothing to settle my heart rate. I’ve seen that hunger in his gaze before, and damn if I don’t feel sexy being on the receiving end of it.

My knees open in invitation as he hovers over me on his elbows and our eyes lock. I trail my hand down the hard ridges of his abs until I grasp his cock, rubbing my thumb over his tip, playing with his beads. I pull them lightly, making him hiss in agreement.

Fisting my hair in one hand, Dean takes my mouth against his and, before long, I’m moaning and humming into the kiss as I stroke him between us.

He pulls back, panting against me as his eyes rake over my face, my neck. His eyes flare as they roam over my chest, my mangled skin. “So fucking beautiful.”

I line him up against me again, and Dean enters me in one smooth thrust. My fingernails press into his firm, muscled back as he drills me into the mattress, giving just as much with each thrust as he takes.

I feel the beginnings of another orgasm kindling in my core when Dean leans on one arm and clasps his hand around my throat.

I’ve noticed how much he loves this position–being able to lock his eyes with mine as he possesses me from head to toe. He looks spellbound, enraptured as he continues his tempo, thrusting in and out of me until I’m begging for release.

“Please, Dean! Oh, God!” My voice shakes with each word.

I know he’s close, too; I can tell by the clench of his jaw and the slight droop in his eyes. He drives into me deeper, and I tilt my hips to meet him, thrust for thrust.

“You ready to come for me again, beautiful? You like my cock?”

Thrust, drive, pound.

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