Chapter 67

When he pulls me onto his lap to carry me inside, he’s more like a feral animal than a man, and there’s no denying the effect it’s having on my body. He lifts me up like I weigh nothing and slams the door shut with more force than necessary. Holding me tightly against him, I wrap my legs around him as he cups my bare ass, protecting me from the cold and from any nosy neighbors who might be glancing outside their window.

He presses me against his front door, kissing my neck while he unlocks the door. As soon as we’re in, he carries me to his bed. I glance around, curious about what the place looks like. I see hockey trophies, pictures of him and other hockey players, a comfortable looking couch, a kitchen with stainless steel appliances, and then we’re in his bedroom and I’m being tossed on the bed.

“I’ll give you a tour later,” he says with a grin already unzipping my jacket and pulling it off me.

The bed is big and comfortable, and I’m immediately surrounded by his smell. He laughs when I bring the soft, thick blanket to my face and inhale deeply.

“I love your smell,” I say.

He tosses his jacket on the floor and spreads my thighs, bringing his face to my pussy. He nuzzles his face against my wet slit, breathing me in.

“I love your smell, too.”

I gasp when he slides his tongue into me. “And the taste of you,” he says, giving one of my pussy lips a soft bite.

His hands hold my inner thighs, spreading me wide as he licks and sucks on my pussy until I’m screaming his name and bucking my hips as best I can against him. He slows his tongue, letting me calm down. When he slides a finger into me and starts to rub the inside wall of my pussy, I moan and grip fistfuls of blanket.

Kissing my pussy, he makes his way to my clit, giving a gentle suck that sets my body on fire. His finger never lets up, and I feel something building, but I have no idea what the hell it is.

Feeling my body tense, he kisses my clit once more before saying,

“Don’t fight it, Kiera. I want to feel you squirt all over my face.” He wants to feel me what?

I don’t even get a chance to ask him what he’s talking about because he starts sucking on my clit again, and I lose all ability to think. The pressure is building from his relentless finger, and when I start to cum, he rubs me harder, sending a new rush of pleasure through me right as I feel a gush of wetness come out of me.

Too caught up in the ecstasy of it all, I don’t even feel a flicker of embarrassment as my body lets loose all over Dean’s face. His finger slows, but his lips and tongue are all over me, making it seem like he’s everywhere at once. I can’t resist looking down at him, and the sight of him nearly makes me cum again. His green eyes lock on mine, heavy-lidded and glazed with a raw desire that lets me know I will be sore tomorrow.

Very, very sore.

I can’t fucking wait. He sucks my clit, running his tongue over me before standing up so he can kick off his boots and pull off his jeans. His cock looks impossibly big, and I begin to have doubts that this is going to work at all.

Dean gets back on the bed and positions his body over mine. I run my hands over his chest and shoulders, amazed at how good he feels. Every inch of him is hard, chiseled perfection. The head of his cock presses against my pussy, and I grab onto his shoulders, looking into his gorgeous eyes. This is it. It’s finally going to happen!

“Are you sure?” he asks, giving me a gentle kiss.

“Yes,” I say, hooking my legs around him, moaning when my foot slides along his ass and I feel how hard it is. Is there a single part of his body that isn’t toned and perfect?

I try to get him inside me, but he’s not budging at all.

“Dean,” I say in a frustrated growl. “I want you to fuck me.” “There’s no going back,” he reminds me, looking into my eyes.

“Good! I don’t ever want to go back to my life without you.”

He smiles against my lips before kissing me hard. I can smell myself on him, taste myself on his lips and tongue, and now I want to feel him deep inside me. I want us as close as humanely possible.

When he presses the head of his cock into me, I let out a sharp squeal at the flash of pain as he tears through my hymen. He immediately stills, looking down at me with concern.

“I’m fine,” I say, letting out a frustrated groan when a stubborn tear slips through.

He brushes it away with such tenderness that it makes another one fall.

“We can stop,” he says.

“Oh no we can’t!”

He laughs at my anger, but I’m being completely serious. There’s no way in hell we’re stopping now.

I cup his face, running my fingers over his stubbled cheeks before pulling him closer. He kisses me, slowly this time, taking his time as he keeps his cock still, letting me get used to the size of him. His mouth makes me forget about the pain, and I let out a surprised gasp when he rolls us so I’m on top of him.

“What are you doing?” I ask, suddenly embarrassed at my absolute lack of experience. I have no idea what to do on top.

“I don’t want to hurt you. This puts you in charge.” He runs his hands down my back, cupping my ass firmly. “You can take me in at your own pace.”

He gives my ass a playful smack before helping me to sit up. When the movement causes me to take him in a bit more, I bite my lower lip at how much it still hurts. When I look down and see his impossibly big cock not even halfway in my pussy, it all makes sense.

“God, you’re so big.”

He laughs and then gives me an apologetic look. “Sorry. I promise you’ll love it soon enough, though,” he says with a wink.

Running his hands over my tits, he lets out a groan. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

The feel of his hands cupping my tits and squeezing my nipples sends pleasure through me, making me forget about my sore pussy. I groan and move my hips a bit, taking him in just a tiny bit more.

He slides one hand down, dragging a finger between us until it’s nice and wet before bringing it to my clit.

“Fuck,” I whimper when he starts to rub me in tight, fast circles.

The sensation of his cock spreading me wide while he works my clit and pinches my nipple is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I may not know what in the hell I’m doing, but my body definitely knows what it wants, and right now that’s Dean’s thick cock. The need to have him inside trumps everything else. I lower myself down, taking him in inch by glorious inch as he rubs me faster. By the time I’ve got him all the way in, I’m cumming around his thick shaft as pleasure roars through every cell of my body.

My hips rock against him with every wave of pleasure, and when I finally collapse on top of him, he quickly rolls us over and takes control again. He kisses me hard, pounding his cock into me again and again. All I can do is cling to him and hope my body can handle all this pleasure.