𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝓌𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈

You ran till your lungs nearly gave out. The tears in your eyes and the sweat created from the blistering day wasn't helping you either. You couldn't believe that Cameron would have done something like this to you. Of course you hadn't been too happy in the relationship for a while but you stayed loyal to him. You did everything in your power to be happy with him and keep him entertained but the whole time it apparently wasn't working.
You finally approached the door of the motel and knocked in hopes who you wanted to answer would.
"Dean." You knew you didn't look the best.
He looked at you with a mix of curiosity, compassion, and worry. "Y/N what the hell happened."
"Cameron cheated on me." You chocked on part of the sentence with a few tears swelling in your eyes. "He has been for months."
Dean's face changed and now showed a mix of anger and compassion. He invited you into the motel. You plopped down on the bed and Dean grabbed beers from the fridge hastily and handed you one.
"Thanks." You flipped over and sat up next to Dean grabbing the beer.
"Y'know," Dean now sat facing you and talking with an attitude . "there is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful, a good friend, and the best girl a person can have in their lives. I never liked Cameron, you were too good for him and you were the sexier one in the relationship. You'll also be the sexier one once I'm done beating his damn face in." He ended his short speech with a sip of his beer.
You giggled before speaking. "Thanks Dean but you don't have to give me a pep talk and I definitely don't want you to "beat his damn face in". Cameron was my first ever boyfriend and we spent three years together. There was obviously something wrong with me though, I wasn't necessarily, mentally, loyal in the relationship." You gave Dean a guilty look. "I've been thinking of other men but I never acted on it, physically. I stayed with him though, hoping the thoughts would pass. But they didn't- then I found out he cheated on me, for a whole year with multiple girls.
Dean was just angrier. "I understand thoughts like that."
"Dean you can have anyone you please, you have girls at your doorstep begging you."
"Tonight literally."
"Shut up, Dean." You both giggle.
"Get in my car." The laughter subsided quickly.
"Where are we going?" You asked.
"Cameron's place." Dean grabbed his keys from the rack on the wall and ran to his car.
"Dean you can't be serious right now. Beating him up won't solve anything." You chased after him.
"It may not solve anything but it'll teach him a lesson to not mess with the girl I love." Dean gives you a blank look for a second.
"What?"
His lips crashed into yours and pushed you back into the motel room.
You couldn't lie to yourself, he was the one you had those dirty thoughts about, he was the reason why you felt like a horrible girlfriend, you saw him as an escape, and it's not like Cameron didn't think that you and Dean had a relationship on the down low. For awhile he was so insecure that you and Dean actually didn't speak to each other for awhile.
"I want you, Dean." You breathed out before you kissed him back.
You fell back onto the bed, Dean landing on top. "I know." Dean stated after taking a second.
You giggled and took his shirt off. His pants were still on and his necklace dangling in your face. You were mesmerized by his body. You had seen him shirtless before and they were still so sexy to you. He gave you a minute to feel his body before he offered to take your shirt off.
You gave him a nod.
He looked at you. "Do you know how beautiful you are? Because the answer is extremely." He watched you smile and blush at his words.
He took off his pants and you began taking yours off too. He made you pause, "I'll get them for you, princess." Once he was done he took off your pants while kissing your stomach and legs.
"You skin is so soft, love. Tell me what those dirty thoughts were."
"You would eat me." You were nervous and knew both of you could hear your heart beating. "Sometimes you would be slow and passionate. Sometimes we would be in the shower."
"What position were we in?" He continued to keep eye contact as he slipped your bra off and played with your tits.
"All sorts Dean. Doggystyle, cowgirl, side splits, stand and carry."
"You are making me want you more, Y/N. I love hearing your sexy, gentle voice, planning what we are going to do tonight."
This made shivers go through your body.
"Can I take your panties off, princess?"
"Yes Dean."
Dean slipped your panties off and felt your pussy. It was wet, warm and ready to have Dean. Dean kept eye contact with you and started swirling his tongue around it. He was very good with his tongue and eye contact. You grabbed his hair from pleasure. He sped up lapping your wet, you could feel his warm breath on your pussy and his smile he couldn't hold in. Moans escaped your mouth into the hotel room and your grip tightened on his hair, nearly yanking it out of his head. You grinded against his face from the pleasure.
"Good girl." He took a breather.
This only made you wetter and he continued abusing your pussy with his tongue. You grabbed on the sheets and loudly continued to moan. He took his hands and took your hand off of the sheets, letting you use his arm as a scratchboard. Dean stopped and gave your pussy a kiss.
"Do you want me to continue eating your pussy, make love with you, or stop, love?"
"Make love with me."
"Thank you, baby." He flipped you over into doggystyle kissing your back. He reached over into the bedside drawers and pulled a condom out. He put it on while continuing staying close to you and kissing your back and ass. He slowly started to slip it in. You held your head into the pillow letting your little whines and moans escape into it. Dean held your hips and guided his dick in and out of you until you were adjusted to him. You knew you were tight. You rarely had sex. You started moving your hips for him and slowing twerking on him. He grabbed and gently slapped your ass.
"Yes, baby. You are doing such a good job. Keep going for me." He huffed while still groping your ass. He was moaning.
You moved your head out of the pillow, putting your eyes on Dean. You continued to moan together while maintaining eye contact. He sped up for you making you moan louder and lose your breath faster.
"Yes, Dean! Please, baby." Your mind was elsewhere and your words probably didn't make sense.
Dean flipped you over and pick you up putting you on his lap. You were now sitting together, foreheads pressed together, moans escaping both of your mouths mixing into the motel room's air. He guided you up and down and you wrapped your hands around his shoulders and neck. You were close and you think that he could sense that too. You continued, making the tense spot in your stomach worsen and your motions sloppier. He held your face  and hip, kissing you passionately letting you ride out the orgasm.
"I'm about to finish, baby." Moans barely letting you get the sentence out.
"Thank you, princess. Finish on me, babygirl." He was talking to you, comforting you while you finished.
Your moans became on long one as you finished on him. You tensed your whole body and began shaking from the pleasure overload. He pick you up and slowly laid you down as you finished. He rubbed your clit making and leftover pleasure come out for him. He kissed you stomach out of praise for cumming for him.
Once you were done he kissed you on the lips and gently picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to do any business and helped clean you up. He started the shower for you for whenever you were ready. He took off his condom and grabbed some pajama pants and a t-shirt for you. He waited for you.
You laid back down on his bed once you were done and he crawled right next to you. You both looked at each other and smiled.
"You never finished, Dean." You realized.
"It's ok, Y/N. I don't need to. I want you to feel the pleasure. You are more important." He sighed. "I'm assuming you never have dated a man that needs, wants, and kisses the ground you walk on before."
You started blushing again. You knew Dean was a man. A man with history of sex but a man none the less.
"I wasn't lying with the things I old you, pretty girl. And if you ever have any more of those dirty dreams of me, let me know and I'll make them happen- again."

Words: 1570
Date: 3/25/24