Page 41 of Malicious Marriage
There’s no way I’m a good enough kisser to draw this kind of reaction out of such a handsome man. I move against Dean, pressing into his hold and adjusting my stance to test whether what I’m feeling isreallywhat I’m feeling or just the corner of his phone in his pocket. One rock of my hips and a sudden deep, throaty moan escapes Dean and the heat radiating from him amplifies.
“I’m sorry,” Dean gasps as the kiss finally breaks and we linger barely an inch apart, panting the same air. “I?—”
“No,” I gasp, arching my body into his. “Don’t apologize. Don’t you dare.” To emphasize my point, I shift my thigh against his growing erection and Dean grunts once more. His cheeks flush red, and it’s so adorable to see such a flustered look on such a handsome, calm man.
“I want to…” The words catch in my throat as the reality of what I’m hungry for rears its head in the back of my mind. There’s a line we’re teetering over, and I don’t know if we canever come back from it. But I’m hot. I’m needy. Dean is right here, and he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever had in my arms. And he’s hard from justkissingme.
“You want…?” Dean’s head tilts and his dark gaze flicks down my body. “Are you sure?”
What a gentleman. Is he having the same thoughts as me? The same doubts and battle against what he wants and what he thinks he should do? At the end of the day, where’s the harm?
“Yes!” To further prove my desire for Dean to fuck me, I drag him back in for another kiss and the heat between us amps up in intensity. His kisses are firmer now and his tongue moves with more determination. Both his hands move to my waist, and he pulls me away from the counter, spins us around, and then he does something I’ve never experienced in my life.
He dips down a few inches and slides his hands over my ass to the back of my thighs, then he scoops me up as if I’m as light as a feather and sets me down on the island counter. My heart flies like fluttering wings beneath my chest and a squeal of surprise erupts from me as I’m lifted. I’m a big girl and I always have been. No one has ever picked me up like that before, but for Dean, it was so effortless that I don’t think he realizes what a big deal this is.
Fuck. I want him.
No. I need him.
“Please,” I gasp around the kisses as the heat coursing through my veins gathers in my lower belly as my core clenches. My panties are already soaked through and are quickly growing uncomfortable. Releasing my grip on his shirt, I hike up the skirt of my dress as high as I can and in the low light of the kitchen, I have no qualms about what Dean will see of me. I just need him inside me.
“Clover…” He moans my name like honey, and arousal floods south as he presses in between my legs. One of his handscaresses my bare calf as I shake my shoe free and lift my leg up onto the counter. His other hand remains on my waist to keep me close to him, and when the kisses break for air again, his forehead remains pressed against mine.
“No talking,” I gasp, moans licking at my words. “I need you, Dean. Please. Please don’t make me wait any longer!”
Dean’s soft, breathy moans turn into a soft chuckle and both his hands vanish from my body. The clink of a belt buckle reaches my ears, then the slap of leather as it hits the ground. He’s back on me suddenly like a wild animal. Every kiss is messy, every touch from both of us is a war against the clothing restricting everywhere we want to touch and explore. My hips roll down with a mind of their own until the warm caress of his hand along my inner thigh reaches my soaked panties.
I break the heated kiss and throw my head back as his knuckles slide against the soaked fabric against my pussy and a full-body shiver ripples through me.
“Wow,” Dean breathes as his mouth kisses and bites down on my over-sensitive neck. “You weren’t kidding how much you need me.”
I take a breath ready to demand that he stop teasing me, but just as the words rise in my throat, Dean pulls my panties to the side and the head of his cock kisses my entrance. It’s the first and only touch because he takes a breath and then shoves his length inside me with a long, low groan.
“Ahh!” My head tosses back and my eyes roll as his thick cock spreads me open and fills me within a few seconds. Both his hands move to my hips, and he pulls me forward with soft grunts until he’s buried deep inside me and our hips are flush against each other.
I can’t breathe. My mind reels from the heavy sensation of his cock inside me and my heart races so quickly that I’m dizzy. He fills me perfectly, and the slight heat at being filled so quicklyfades the instant Dean slides his hand across my mound and presses his thumb between my folds to my clit.
Oh, he knows how to make me feel amazing in just a few touches.
I fall back flat onto the counter and whimper as his warm thumb slowly circles my clit. He doesn’t move but as I moan, his cock twitches inside me, which causes my pussy to clench around him, and Dean moans in turn. It’s a funny cycle that draws a soft bubble of needy laughter from my chest. With one leg dangling off the counter and the other barely propped up on the edge, it takes all my strength not to let that leg fall as pleasure courses through me, wave after wave.
Then Dean loops his other arm under my raised leg at the knee and starts to fuck me. I don’t have to hold myself up any longer, so all my attention goes to the rapidly growing ball of need in my lower gut. Each thrust from his cock stokes the fire burning inside me, and it burns hotter as his strokes over my clit vary in pressure and direction. I can’t focus on what he’s going to do next because he mixes it up so often, and I’d be frustrated if it wasn’t all barreling me toward a rapid, hot orgasm.
Dean leans over me as his thrusts increase, and he tries to kiss me but we’re both panting so desperately, we only manage a couple. Instead, we’re face to face panting into each other and Dean stares directly into my eyes. I almost want to look away. It feels like he can see me, all of me, and never have I felt as exposed as I do right now. But it’s as sexy as it is intimate, so I don’t look away. I wrap one arm around his shoulder and cup his face with the other. Our moans mirror one another as his hips snap into mine harder and harder, and just as I get close, Dean turns his face into my hand and draws my thumb into his mouth.
The moment he gently bites down, I come with a gasping cry and arch off the counter into his arms. My pussy tightens and pulses rapidly around his cock, then it slows and clenches almostin time to his thrusts. The noise of pleasure that punches out of Dean is incredible, and heat prickles all over my skin as he thrusts deep once, twice more.
When he comes, he draws me into his arms like a hug and latches onto my throat, suckling gently as he spills inside me like it’s the only place he ever wants to be. We remain like that, tangled together on the counter in each other's arms until the last twitches of pleasure leave us and the coolness of the kitchen begins to dry the sweat clinging to my skin.
Dean pulls backward, still panting slightly, and he cups my face.
I gaze up into his dark eyes and smile tiredly. “Do you wanna stay over?”
“Absolutely.”
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