Page 25 of Don't Speak

“Oh fuck, Dean,” I whimper. I am in a state of pure bliss. His tongue explores every inch of my cunt, licking every last drop that comes out of me. Pleasure builds, and just when I think he’s going to make me come, he stops.

“No, wait—” I say, frustration building at his abrupt stop.

He chuckles before saying, “Oh, don’t worry, my lioness. I’m going to make this pussy come. But I’m going to have a bit of fun first. Scoot back.”

I do as he says, scooting back to the opposite edge of the bar. He grabs my feet and plants them on the spot where I was just sitting.

“Don’t move these,” he instructs. Part of me wants to disobey just for the punishment I know will come, but I comply.

He reaches for the ice machine, pulling out an ice cube.

“What are you doing with that?” I ask in a lust-filled voice.

“Oh, you’ll see.” He chuckles.

He places the ice cube in his mouth, grinning at me before diving back onto my pussy.

“Oh, FUCK,” I shout. I am suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure, the coldness of the cube mixing with the warmth of his mouth on my pussy sending waves of ecstasy to my core. It feels amazing . This is something I’ve never experienced before. It’s fucking hot.

I throw my head back, letting out a moan of pure bliss. He chuckles, continuing his assault on my pussy. Shivers creep up my body as the ice begins to melt, creating a pool of wetness that mixes with my own. Once the ice has melted, he comes back up for air.

“Take your shirt off,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, swiftly removing my shirt and bra. I am now completely naked, sitting on top of this bar. He takes a few steps back and stares at me with such intensity that I feel myself blushing under his gaze.

“You are incredibly beautiful, you know that?” he says in a breathy whisper.

Just then, he stalks back up to me, grabbing another piece of ice along the way.

He climbs onto the bar with me, pivoting my body to where I’m lying vertically with the bar top.

He kneels between my legs and bends over me, taking the piece of ice and trailing it from my collarbone down to my nipple.

He circles my right nipple, making it peak to his satisfaction before gliding it across my body to the other and repeating the process.

While he’s working on my left nipple, he leans down and sucks my right one into his mouth, warming it with his tongue.

When he’s done, he continues his descent down my stomach and to my navel, swirling it around before dipping lower to my aching pussy.

I jolt at the feeling but relax quickly as he begins peppering kisses on my stomach.

He swirls the ice cube around my center before his warmth disappears, and he crawls up my body again.

He looks directly into my eyes as he says, “Open.”

I obey, opening my mouth. He slides the ice onto my tongue, and I close my mouth around his fingers, popping off of them as a suck.

“Do you like the way you taste, little lioness?” he purrs.

I am so engrossed in him that all I can manage is a nod.

“Mmm. Me too.” Then, he kisses me, entwining his tongue with mine, sharing the ice cube until it fully melts.

He breaks the kiss, sitting back up in a kneeling position, and pulls his shirt off. Once he’s removed it, he unzips his pants, reaching in and pulling out his rock-hard cock. He gives it a few strokes before grinning at me, noticing my widened eyes.

“Like what you see, little lioness?” he taunts, raising an eyebrow.

I lick my lips, looking back up at him before responding, “It’s… just… a lot bigger than I was expecting.”

He stands fully on the bar, removing his pants completely and tossing them on the floor. Still standing, he says, “Kneel in front of me. I want to feel those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.”

Jesus, fuck. The mouth on this man is sinful.

He could tell me to do anything, and I’d obey, which is NOT like me.

I’ve given head before, but I think this time I might just enjoy it.

Sitting up, I get on all fours before sitting on my knees before him.

I wince from the slight discomfort of the hard bar top, and he notices.

He hops down, walks over to where we keep the clean bar towels, and grabs 4 of them.

Walking back over to me, he hops back on the bar and begins folding the towels in a square.

He takes two of them and places them under my right knee, then repeats the process with my left, so I now have some cushion under my knees.

“Better?” he grins.

“Much.” I grin back.

Kneeling before him, I am now face-to-face with his cock. It glistens, precum having already leaked from his tip. It’s huge. I’m thinking at least 8 inches, and my pussy throbs at the idea of him inside me.

I stare up at him, waiting for his next move. He grabs his shaft, maneuvering his head to where it presses against my lips. He gives my lips a little tap-tap-tap before saying, “Open.”

I open, sticking my tongue out fully as he slides himself into my mouth. Oh, this is going to be fun.

I take over, giving him absolutely no warning. He thought he was going to call the shots here, but I beg to differ. I replace his hand with mine and begin sucking him deep into my throat.

“Holy shit, Nikki,” he moans, throwing his head back. I sync my hand movements with my mouth, applying just a little bit of pressure with both. Then, I sink lower, taking him all the way to the back of my throat before coming back up and popping off the tip with an audible pop .

He looks down at me, fire burning in his eyes.

I smirk, deciding to be a little mischievous myself.

I lean down off the side of the bar, grabbing my own ice cube.

Without giving him much time to process, I pop the cube into my mouth and place it right back on his cock.

His balls draw up, registering the temperature change, but he moans in pure ecstasy.

I chuckle, feeling proud of myself. Two can play this game.

I take the ice between my lips and drag it all the way down his shaft before bringing it back up and swirling it around the tip.

Due to the fact that we are both so severely turned on, it doesn’t take long for this cube to melt.

Once it has, he takes control back, grabbing the back of my head and fisting my hair.

He begins relentlessly fucking my mouth, and the wetness from my arousal begins dripping down my leg.

“This fucking mouth feels so goddamn good,” he breathes, thrusting deeper and deeper into my mouth. He pulls out abruptly, and the emptiness I feel is enough that a whimper involuntarily escapes me.

“Lie on your back,” he commands. As I do what he says, he hops off the bar once more and grabs his pair of discarded jeans.

He rustles around in his pocket before pulling a condom out.

He gets back up on the bar and positions himself between my legs.

He rips the wrapper off in record time with his teeth and rolls it down his shaft.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Okay, baby?” he says.

“Okay. Yes. Please, Dean. Please fuck me,” I beg.

Placing his tip at my entrance, he slowly slides himself inside me. Inch by inch, he works himself in, and I let out a loud gasp.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. You’re taking me so good. Just a little bit more. You can take it,” he praises, and I instantly get wetter.

Once he’s fully seated inside me, he draws all the way back before slamming himself home once more.

“Fuck! Dean! You feel so good,” I moan.

As though my words turn him on even more, he begins ruthlessly fucking me, the sounds of our arousal filling the air. He’s hitting every perfect angle as though he’s been studying my body for years.

Just when I think he’s found the spot, he adjusts my legs, grabbing under both of my knees and pushing my legs up to my head. I suddenly see stars at this angle, and his cock begins pushing against that bundle of nerves inside of me at just the right angle.

“Fuck, Dean. I’m going to come,” I tell him.

He doesn’t alter his moves; he just keeps fucking me into the bar at a perfect pace.

I feel myself building, my orgasm beginning to intensify.

Feeling my pussy contract around him, knowing I’m close, he takes one of his hands and brings it to my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers.

That was all I needed because the next thing I know, I’m falling off a cliff of pure bliss.

I shatter around him, coming harder than I’ve ever before and letting out a yell.

I’m quickly silenced with his mouth connecting to mine, and he swallows my screams with his mouth.

My heart constricts at the pure intimacy of this moment. No one has ever fucked me like this.

Once he’s milked my orgasm from me, he sits up, thrusting his hips into me slowly a few more times before he pulls himself completely out and says, “On all fours.”

I flip over, and as I do, Dean takes the rags from earlier and places them under my knees again, providing a barrier between them and the bar for comfort. Once I’m situated, he positions himself behind me, slamming into me again.

“Fuck, Nikki. This pussy is so good. You look so beautiful like this. Like a fucking goddess,” he growls. I swear this man knows all the right things to say to me to absolutely make me drenched.

His pace increases, and nothing but the sounds of our bodies slapping together and our moans fill the space around us. It’s so fucking hot, and I don’t want it to end.

I feel myself beginning to build again, which is not something I’ve ever experienced before. Coming once was a task on its own, but twice? I didn’t know that was possible.

Dean senses it, and he reaches around me and begins rubbing my clit with his fingers.

“Come for me again, Nikki. Give it to me,” he demands. And I do just that. His words send me over the edge, and I come crashing down around him, drenching his cock in my arousal.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl, baby,” he praises.

Just as I come back down, he quickens his pace once more, slamming into me from behind. My ass bounces off of him, and he smacks both cheeks before I hear him say, “I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Do it. Please. Give it to me. I want it,” I tell him.

He slams into me a few more times before he bottoms out, shouting out his pleasure into the air.

He stills, and I feel him pulse inside me.

He collapses on top of me, being mindful to not bear his entire weight on top of me.

He doesn’t stay long, just long enough for me to clench every last drop from him.

He presses a few kisses to my back before he pulls out of me, removing the condom.

Tying it into a knot, he tosses it into the small trash can behind the bar before pulling the bag out, tying it, and leaving it beside it.

“I really need to remember to take that out before we go. We can’t have condoms left in our work trash can. May raise some questions.” He chuckles.

I’m lying on the bar, trying to catch my breath, when I hear him turning on the water. I look up and see him wetting a washcloth before he walks up to me.

“Open your legs, and let me clean you. I know I didn’t come inside you, but we definitely still made a mess,” he says.

I open my legs for him, and he wipes me down, making sure to be gentle around my pussy as I am still very sensitive. Once he’s finished, he grabs my clothes and hands them to me before he puts on his own.

“Uhmm. So. Thanks for that,” I say awkwardly, unsure of what to say or how this will change things.

He chuckles and responds, “No need to thank me, baby. You better get used to that. Because I’m going to be fucking that pussy a lot more from now on.” He grins, striding up to me and planting a kiss on my lips. This man oozes sex.

We finish closing up the bar, making sure to extra disinfect the bar top before leaving for the night.

Dean walks me to my car, opens the door, and waits for me to slide fully in before he shuts it.

I start the car and roll down the window.

He leans in, crossing both elbows over the door, and says, “Get home safely, baby.” He leans in once more to kiss me, and I oblige.

He backs away, and I put the car in drive, heading out of the parking lot but not before looking back in the review mirror and getting one final glance at the man who just fucked my world up.

When I get home, I head straight for my bed.

For once, I am so exhausted that I don’t think I’ll need sleeping pills tonight.

That was the best sex of my life. Up until this point, it’s all been boring, the men often getting off within minutes without ensuring I get mine first. Dean was so…

attentive . Is this how sex is supposed to be? If so, I don’t want it to end.