Chapter 128: Screams of pleasure

(Bella)

Those words were all it took, and Dean's lips are on mine again, devouring every inch of my mouth, I could barely catch my breath as the kiss grows more intense with every second.

It feels like we're both starving, the passion is still there, as fiery as ever.

Dean lifts me up against the wall, his lips still on mine, while I wrap my legs around his waist.

After a few minutes of kissing me none stop, he gently brings me down, and striped me bare, discarding my dress and I watch his eyes darken as he stares at my body, eyes filled with admiration.

"You're so beautiful," his voice is hoarse and soaked in desire, he undid his button, shrugging out of his shirt, revealing a well-defined chest and sculpted abs.

My eyes roams his body, exploring every fascinating inch of his chest and abdomen and then my face flushed as my eyes drifted to a certain bulge in his boxers briefs. When I look up to meet his gaze, he has a smirk.

He took a single step forward and that was it, he whirls me around and pinned me against the wall, such that my back is pressed against him, he undoes my bra hook and tossed it away, I could feel his hard cock against my ass.

"Dean! We're barely in the living room," my protest turns into a moan as he runs his tongue down the length of my neck and nibble softly.

His mouth moves to my ear, he place a gentle kiss that sent shivers straight to my lady bits and then he whispered. "Fortunately, we have the entire house to ourselves,"

And with that he lifts me up like I weighed nothing, he lowered me into the large couch and leans in, nuzzling my neck, his breath warm against my skin, his fingers moves to my breast, circling my already hard nipples, he kneads them carefully, and takes it into his mouth, sucking my brains out.

A soft moan escapes my mouth as he does his assault on my nipples and then he begins to kiss his way down, worshipping every inch of my body whilst leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

God, I'm soaking wet.

When he reaches my thighs, he quickly rips me off my soaked pants. I jerked, trying to clamp my legs together, but his hands are on my thighs, holding me in place and then he stared at my exposed pussy.

"Don't look at me like that," I breathed out, my face flustered.

His mouth slowly parted into a smirk. "This is perfection," he let out and lowered his head to eat me.

He licks me, teasing at first but his tongue begins to move faster, more insistently, circling around my clit. I moan, my hips arching off the couch, craving more of his touch.

Dean's hand grips my thighs, holding me in place as he devoured every inch of me. He pulls his mouth away and mutters. "You taste divine," before claiming my lips in a passionate kiss, making me taste myself on his lips.

A loud moan tore through my throat as one of his fingers entered me, his fingers begin to move, gently at first, then he increased his pace, finger fucking me hard, he added another finger, and I barely stifled a cry.

"Dean—," I choked out his name as his fingers continue his assault, bringing me to the verge of losing my sanity but before I could chase my orgasm he pulled his hands out and licked it clean and then a smirk appears and he brings his mouth to lick my cunt clean.

Feeling the pressure building up again, I croaked out, wanting him buried deep inside me. "Dean, please!" I begged, panting as the teasing became unbearable.

His smirk grows wider but eventually he stopped, and looked down at me, his eyes filled with nothing but pure desire.

His clothes comes off in a rush, then he lowers himself and runs his cock against my folds, my breathing comes in short spurts, anticipating for his next move.

And then slowly he pushed into me, the tightness of my pussy enveloping him, air escaped my lungs as he pushed in deeper, stretching me and then he groans. "God, you're so tight,"

His hands tighten on my hips as he starts moving, watching as I struggle to take another breath.

"Fuck!" He lets out a deep guttural sound, pounding harder, each thrust pulling uncontrollable sounds out of me. He was relentless, burying himself deeper, moving faster, shoving harder, driving me wild.

He grips my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust, my back arches, throwing my head at the back of my neck as my moans filled the room.

"Yes, right there." I gasp, my voice a mix of need and ecstacy.

Dean pounds harder and faster until I'm left trembling and breathless.

The sensation is intoxicating, I feel the slow build up, the pressure coiling tighter within me, ready to snap.

"Dean!" I cried out, my voice breaking as my fingers grips the edge of the couch as an electrifying orgasm rippled through me.

I could feel myself pulsing around him as he chased his release, with a final deep thrust, he releases inside me, filling me completely.

A satisfied smile spreads across my face as we both tried to catch our breath, and then he moves to kiss the top of my head and whispered, our body still entangled. "I love you, so fucking much, more than anything in the world,"

I don't reply immediately, instead I pull him toward me, kissing him deeply.

I break off the kiss and look straight into his eyes, a smile sitting on my lips as I admit my truth.

"I love you too, Dean Brennan. I always have,"