As long as you like

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At first, it was an involuntary movement. I couldn't help myself. I was embarrassed for a brief moment. Until I felt his tight grip on my ass. His breathing was heavy and I felt his chest move under mine.

"I'm sorry..." I said bashfully after I broke our kiss.

Dean moved both of his hands to my hips. He shook his head. "Don't be sorry, Little Girl. Did you hear me complaining at all?" He started guiding my hips with his hands, pushing me down harder onto his lap to create friction. "You look like you're enjoying it. Does it feel good?" That sexy smirk riddled his face again. I nodded in response to his question. It felt amazing. I felt my face flush. "You look so good grinding on me like that." His voice was deep and gravely. He kissed my neck, leaving a trail of tingles going up my spine as he continued to guide my hips. His kisses turned into bites on my neck, earning a very eager moan from me. "Good girl." He mumbled into my neck. His hands falling back down to grip my ass.

I felt myself getting wetter. His voice was so sexy and his groans were driving me crazy. One of Deans hands slid between us on his lap. His warm fingers sliding my shorts to the side and gliding up my slick core. I kept grinding on him. It was a need at this point. "So wet for me." He growled into my ear before he continued to bite my neck. The tip of his finger found my clit and began working in circles, causing my legs to twitch. I let myself glide back and forth on him. Feeling his hard dick twitch as I move.

Dean gave my ass a hard smack which drew a pleasured hiss from me. "Uh-uh, baby. I need to hear more than that." Dean practically commanded as he delivered another blow to my ass, this one harder than before. The moan that left me must have been exactly what he wanted, because the smile on his face was one of pride. Deans finger against my clit combined with the exhilaration of his satisfaction was bringing closer to the edge.

"Don't cum yet." He demanded. I started to panic a little. I was already so close and didn't know how long I could hold off. But, I kept going. His moans were too gratifying to stop.

I slowed my pace for a moment to stop myself from cumming before he told me I could. Dean trailed kisses down my neck to my chest. He tugged down the neck of my tank top and exposed one of my breasts. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he slid his finger into me. My head fell back and the moan that left me was desperate. He groaned and I felt my core tighten.

"Please.." I managed to whimper through moans.

His hand landed back on my ass and squeezed hard, pushing me back and forth to grind on him again. This time, more aggressive. "Please, what?" He spoke through gritted teeth. "You want to cum, Little Girl? Ask me nicely."

I felt flutters in my stomach. "P-please let me cum..." I was courageous enough to look him in the eyes when I asked. His gaze hardened on me. I could feel his eyes all over me...and I loved it. He curled his finger inside of me and pushed my hips down and back and forth over and over.

He offered me a deep growl before he nodded his head. "You may now. But, I want you to keep looking me in the eyes while you cum." Still mercilessly pumping his finger in and out of me while my hips moved on their own, Dean let his head fall back on the couch while he watched me.

I steadied myself by putting my hands on his shoulders. His muscles tensed and I felt myself tighten around his finger as more of my wetness dripped down his hand. Keeping his gazed locked in mine, I let myself release. My movements became jerky and my moans couldn't be controlled. My nails dug into his shirt and I could feel how tense his entire body was under me.

I rested myself against him, out of breath. His hard on was prominent against his jeans. I slid my hand from his neck, slowly to his waist band. Feeling every muscle my fingers touched, seize up and stiffen. I unzipped his jeans and he looked at me. I froze. Something about the way he was looking at me. His eyes were stone, his jaw was set, his face was almost frustrated.

I swallowed hard as he held my stare, my hand still resting on his hard cock. "I want to be so rough with you." He practically gritted through his teeth. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. He wrapped his hand around my neck, softly. "I want to do so many things to you, Little Girl. I want to feel you writhe." His grip on my neck tightened slightly. He guided me down to kneel between his legs.

He pulled himself out of his boxers. He stroked himself while looking at me on my knees in front of him. Taking a handful of my hair in his hand, he pulled my face closer to his. He kissed me hard before he demanded, "Open your mouth." I did. With my mouth still agape, he guided my head down towards his lap.

I relaxed my throat as he guided my head back and forth. Pushing himself deeper into my mouth each time. His groans are very affirming, so I take it upon myself to take all of him in my mouth, down my throat. "Oh, fuck!" He exclaimed. His grip tightened on the back of my head and he pushed himself deeper down my throat. He held me there for a few seconds, before releasing his grip and letting me come up.

Inhaling a deep breath, I move my hair to one side. Still determined to make him cum, I wrap my lips around his tip and suck. Bobbing my head up and down while letting the saliva drip from the sides of my mouth onto his pulsing dick. "Look at me, Little Girl." He gritted through his teeth. He was close.

With half of his dick in my mouth and the other half being stroked in my hand, I looked up and his eyes were stone set, locking me into eye contact that sent waves of electricity through my soul. "Good girl. You're doing so well. Don't stop." His voice is deep and dangerous.

I continued to suck on his throbbing cock, maintaining eye contact. His hand reached down to the back of my head again. He grabbed a handful of hair by the root and gained control of my head movements. Sliding himself all the way out of my mouth, then all the way back in. Finally, he holds my head down to fit his cock down my throat. I felt him twitch which was shortly followed by a powerful, guttural moan.

Releasing my head once more, he removes himself and watches my face as some of his cum drips down my chin. "You look so fucking pretty like that." He pants. I smile in response, proud of myself. He wiped the cum off my chin with his thumb, which he then presented to my lips. "Clean it all up, baby." He coolly directed as I licked it off of his thumb.

"Stand up." He said as he himself stood. I stood.

Despite both of us having gotten off, we were still fully clothed. His still erect dick sticking out of his jeans, my nipples hard against my tank top and wetness pooling between my thighs. I wanted more of him.

"Arabella," Dean practically whispered my name. "I don't want to rush things. I want to make sure you're comfortable with everything I do to you." His fists clenched at his sides and my heart skipped a beat. "You make me feel so good. Like I've never felt." He drew himself closer to me, unballing his fists and rubbing my arms. "Not being around you drives me crazy. Feeling your response to my touch, hearing you moan for me, the way you say my name. It's all something I never thought I'd have."

My eyes shifted slightly, not knowing where he was going. "I feel the same way, Dean. The way I feel when you...call me that name... It makes me feel..." I felt the tingle between my legs again. "I don't know....buts it's good."

He chuckled in response. "What I mean is; I don't want you to think I'm only in this for your body. Trust me, it's a bonus. But, I like you." I felt something in me throbbing. I didn't know if it was my heart or my vagina. "I want you, Arabella. In more ways than one."

I lowered my head as I drew even nearer to him. Any closer now and we'd be doing exactly what I want to do with him. I slowly raised my head to look at his face. So handsome, structured and strong. His jaw was clenched. I kissed it and felt him relax. "I want you too, Dean." I whispered into his neck. "In more ways than one." I dared myself to rest my hand around his stiffness, and I did. "But right now, I want you in one particular way."