As long as you like

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"Arabella." His voice was deep and ragged. I looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were a blaze with something I couldn't place. Lust mixed with rage.

I swallowed hard. "Yes?" My heart was pounding in my chest. He staked toward me. Slowly making his way to stand in front of me. My pulse quickened with every step.

He looked down at me. Our eyes locked so intensely. His hand lifted to hold my chin, so gently.

"So fucking beautiful." His thumb grazed my cheek. "So sweet." His hand slid behind my neck. He tangled his fingers in the root of my hair and tilted my head back slowly. "So mine." He placed a kiss on my lips. He drew back and his eyes dropped to my lips to watch them quiver.

He was scaring me, but in a way that was addicting. That I wanted more of. This possessive, dark hunger. He knelt in front of me to match my eye level. He placed his hands softly on either side of my head to keep me from looking away.

"Oh, baby." He cooed. "I just really don't like people touching what's mine. I saw him reach for you and I wanted to hurt him." He looked down. "I'm mad at myself for embarrassing you. In front of all those people. But, you're mine. I had to protect what's mine." His fingers stiffened around my face.

I placed my hand on his cheek. "I'm yours, Dean." Whether or not this was an attempt to calm him down, it was true.

He kissed my palm. "I want everyone to know you're mine." He trailed rough kisses up my arm. "I want to make sure every fucking man knows you are untouchable." He kisses me rough, his tongue dominating my mouth. His teeth tugging my lip.

He slid me by my thighs closer to him, pressing his hard body against me as he wrapped my legs around his waist. His kisses trailed down my neck. His hands wondering my chest and hips were hot. His touch sending a burning desire through every part of me he touches.

Dean bites on a sensitive part of my neck below my ear and earns a moan from me. His hands glide my shirt off and discard my bra in seconds. I take his shirt off of him and run my hands down his hard chest.

He lays me back, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. Flicking it between is teeth and tweaking the other. My body trembling in response as I try to stifle my moans.

Dean lifts his head. "Baby, we're at home, not your apartment. You can be loud. I want you to be loud." He dropped his head and drew his attention back to the hard peak of my breast. My head fell back as his hand traveled down my stomach to slide into my jeans.

Deans fingers found my wet opening. He stroked me, spreading my wetness all over. A dreamy moan escapes my lips. Dean grunts brutally as he pulls my jeans and underwear off.

Without hesitation, Dean parts my legs. All the way. Giving himself a clear view of my femininity. "Wow." He growls. "So fucking beautiful." Placing his hands on my thighs to keep my legs spread as wide as possible, Dean glides his tongue from my wet entrance up to my clit. This sends a wave of tremors down my body, which were contained by Deans hands griping my thighs.

Sucking on my clit and flicking it with his tongue, Dean slowly slides a finger into my wet core. Drawing a long, wanting moan from my lips as my head tilts back. Taking this as motivation, Dean sliders another finger in me. Resulting in the moans I'm sure he was hoping for.

Still, pumping his fingers inside of my aching core, he nods his head up and down while aggressively flicking his tongue on my clit. I'm so wet, I can feel my mess dripping off of me. Finally, I feel that wonderful sensation that only comes when Dean is touching me.

I feel my hips start to jolt. Deans pace quickens. He knows I'm about to come. My moans become more erratic. My knees buckle, trapping Deans face and fingers between them. But, instead of prying my legs open, he removes his fingers from me and wraps his arms around my thighs, locking himself between my legs.

I can't control it anymore. I started grinding against his mouth as he relentlessly sucked on my clit as I came. An almost endless stream of purely satisfied moans left my throat in a symphony that Dean hummed back to me from between my legs.

Deans grip on my thighs loosened. I parted my legs and Dean lifted his head. He wasted no time, wiping his mouth and chin on his hand then swiftly hovering himself over me.

"Whose are you?" His blue eyes blazing were locked with mine. He trailed his hand up my body, resting it on the side of my neck.

"I'm yours." I stated matter-of-factly.

He kissed the opposite side of my neck then he was holding. "Good girl."

He stood up, removed his pants and boxers. He stood, staring at my naked body, my wet core. He stroked himself briefly before he hovered over me once more, tucking himself between my legs and lining up his hard cock with my entrance.

"Now, take a deep breath for me, Little Girl." He commanded eye contact again. "And do not look away. I want to see your eyes on mine the whole time. Understood?"

I nodded. Dean shook his head.

"Answer me. Am I understood?" He commanded.

"Yes. I understand." I must have sounded eager. Deans sexy wide smile spread across his face.

"Good girl! Now, deep breath."

I took a deep breath and as soon as I held it in my throat, Dean inserted all of himself swiftly into me on my exhale. A rush of pleasure shit through my entire body. I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me. I felt like I would float away if I didn't.

Moaning into his ear as he thrusts into me, I lightly scraped my nails along his back. He grunted like a beast at this.

"Mine. You're mine." He growled into my ear as his thrusts got harder and faster. "And you're going to cum for me."

He was right. I could feel myself tightening around him already. "Yes." I moaned. Yes in general. Yes to being his. Yes to coming for him. Just, yes!

"That's my good girl." He grinned as he propped himself on his knees, never removing himself from me. I kept eye contact the whole time. He continued to pound into me, "You're doing such a good job taking all of it. Now let that pussy cum all over me."

I felt myself tighten and contract around his cock as my body shook in broken jolts. Deans hands were holding my legs open again. His eyes found every single inch of my body. Still pushing into me, I could feel him twitch inside me.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good when you cum." He was panting at this point. "Ready for the reward, Little Girl?"

I propped myself up on my elbows, somehow still feeling the orgasm he brought on. "Yes!" I moaned again. His eyes locked in with mine. There was no way this could be broken by anything. Not even the apocalypse. This house could crumble around us to reveal the world is in flames, and our eyes would not leave each others.

Finally, like a long awaited thunderstorm, he released his guttural groan. I felt him fill me in one more hard thrust. He groaned again, tilting his head back. My eyes traced his body, his tattoos, his neck. He was gorgeous.