Page 45 of Secrets That Bind Us

I won’t ever tell her the only pussy I’ve ever eaten is hers, because when I learned her body the first time around, I became an expert for her body alone.

From how to get her there quickly, to how to torture her for my own sick gratification of hearing her beg for my cock.

Well, except for that one time I thought it was her.

But the whole reason I went down on that woman was because I thought it was her.

Truth be told, I still believe it was. I refuse to believe my lips ever pleasured anyone else in that way ever .

“What… what is it?” She tries to close her thighs, but I shove them back open.

“Won’t you give me a minute to say hello to an old friend, woman?”

She giggles, and it sends fissure-like prickles up my brain. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.

I plant a kiss on her clit, then another, and another, swirl my tongue over and under that precious gem.

I cover it with my mouth, tongue fucking her entrance only to come back up and do it again.

I’m kissing her pussy. Worshiping it the way she taught me, moaning in encouragement when her thighs spread and her knees go to either side of her chest, her hand in my hair, caressing gently, pulling on the strands.

My hands come down and my thumbs spread her a little more so my tongue can lick up everything she gives me.

“You still taste like fucking Nirvana, Verity, fuck. I’m gonna come just from tasting you.” I groan, slightly embarrassed, but unwilling to move away from this altar. Unwilling to stop worshipping until she's given me one.

“Oh my God, Dean!”

I dip two fingers one knuckle deep into her wet heat, turn them palm-up, and slide deeper with each pump, searching for that spot while my tongue still continues to lap and lick and swirl and suck, hooking my fingers when I find that little patch, and I tap against it, which makes her buck against me.

“There it is baby,” I rasp against her clit, “make my whole year, and come on my tongue so I can make love to you.”

She shakes her head, “Dean, I need you. I want to come on your dick. Please .”

Music to my fuckin ears. I withdraw my fingers, kiss above her slit, push her little dress higher and kiss the silver stripes on her soft belly. Somehow this makes her more delicate and still fierce as fuck to me at the same time. “You care about this little dress, baby?”

“Not really.” She answers.

“Good,” I reply, getting up on my knees, grabbing the neckline and tearing it right down the middle.

My dick throbs when her tits come free and spill, a little heavier and darker than I remember them, nipples thicker, but goddamn they’re perfect.

Perfect just for me. Always have been, always will be.

I didn’t bother with taking the dress off, just leaned over her, reached between us, and stroked myself once, the tip of me hard and so fucking ready to feel her.

We both gasp when I plunge deep in one fell swoop into her delicious searing heat to the hilt, and I have to stop myself for a moment, only to take her lips with mine while I start to move.

My body remembers everything when it comes to Verity Huntington.

“Christ, you’re fucking tight,” I groan.

“I do Kegels every day.”

I’m not sure what those are but fuck yeah.

My lips praise her between kisses, my hand finds her breasts, my fingers toy with the dark pink nipples. “You are everything to me baby, but I really have to fuck you now. You feel too good, and I missed this body too fucking much. Later I’ll do my best to be sweet, I promise.”

“Dean,” she moans, and I shudder. “Please fuck me. Give me all of you.”

Yeah, there’s no way I can be sweet. Not when she’s asking me not to. Not when she’s asking for all of me.

She crashes her mouth to mine, tongue licking the seam of my lips, and I open, allowing her access to tease and seek my tongue.

Her nails rake down my back, clutching and scratching, while my hips find their rhythm.

Each piston makes her cry out to me, to God, begging me not to stop, to go deeper, harder, and I follow every command.

She comes without warning, triggering my own release, and I fall into blinding ecstasy as her pussy squeezes the fuck out me like a vise, not letting me go.

I drop my full weight on her, not withdrawing, doing my best to catch my breath, but soon she’s rocking her hips slowly again. I grow hard, like my body’s eighteen again, and it’s our first time all over again.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby, perfect. You are so gorgeous.” I moan, feeling the way I slip in and out, coated in our cum, the realization we didn’t wear protection dawning on me. “Verity we didn’t use a condom.”

She moans, “Fuck the condom, Dean, get me pregnant. I want to have all of your babies.”

My vision blackens, and my toes curl at those dirty, filthy fucking words, but I grin like the Cheshire cat. “Yes ma’am.”

Carefully, I roll us, watching the woman I love ride me as she puts her hands on my chest. Her glorious tits pushed together, nipples peaked and hard.

I’m fucking obsessed with feeling all the pressure of her on my dick, loving the soft bounce of her breasts as she rises and falls, impaling herself on my cock.

My hands land on her hips, grasping her flesh.

My heels find purchase on the mattress, and I shove up to her every down, my tongue catching a nipple, and the thought of sucking on them while they’re full and heavy with milk makes my cock want to explode again.

“Goddamn it, woman, you’re the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Take my dick, baby, ride it. Fuck yes. Use me. Just like that. That’s my gorgeous girl. Best pussy ever.”

She moans, her pussy fluttering around me, her nails digging into the skin of my chest, hair cascading around her shoulders. “Say that again.”

I grin, knowing exactly what she needs from me. “Take my fucking dick, baby.”

Her eyes roll back. “Oh God! Again!”

“Take.”

“Ugh!”

“My.”

“Yes!”

“Dick.”

“I’m going to fucking come, Dean.”

I lean up, one arm goes around the small of her back, the other to the nape of her neck to grasp her by the hair.

“Mmhmm. Come for me again, Verity, so I can fill you up. I want to feel that pussy grip me tight like she always does, that’s it baby.

There’s my perfect girl. So fucking gorgeous.

Squeeze me baby, make me come. Thatta girl.

I want to feel you… that’s my baby… Ohhhh fuck, Verity. ”

“Please Dean, I need you to come with me.”

“I’m right there baby, don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. So good. So tight. So wet. I fucking love this pussy. All mine. Mine. Mine .”

She comes so hard, clenching around me, a sob escaping her lips along with my name, and I erupt, her name on mine. I drop back, feeling the after-quivers, and each one makes me twitch.

Panting, she lands on my chest, and my arms immediately go around her. “Oh my God oh my God, Dean-“

“I know.” I smirk, satisfied as fuck.

“No, Dean. I think… I think you’re Noah’s father.”

I sit up on my elbows. “Repeat that?”

But she doesn’t get a chance.

There’s a rattling at her front door, three loud bangs, and then what sounds like someone kicking it in.

I race to the door, not giving a fuck that all I’m wearing is socks.

But when I open it, there’s no one there.

Just the dark clouds promising a thunderstorm the size of Texas.

When I turn back to go in, I swear to God, I see a shadow head into the basement.

I race behind it, flipping on the light switch as I go.

But there’s nothing down there.

Just that eerie fucking feeling of being watched.

I climb back up the stairs, close the door, flip the switch, and face my future bride, standing by the bed.

I point to it. “Uh-uh. You’re not off the hook.

Back in bed. You owe me an explanation, and then I’m fucking you all over again.

I’m not done with you and I want you to know right now, I’ll never be done with you. ”

“Yes sir.” She salutes me, climbing back in bed, flashing me that pretty pussy dripping my cum.

Fuck. Me.