Page 32 of Starting Over with You (Beer League Belles #2)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

Kenni

Playful Dean is one of my favorite sides of him. He never fails to have a quick grin and a joke. He has always been the comic relief, and I adore that about him.

But sexy, slutty mustache, dirty-talking Dean?

I’m obsessed.

“Fuck, I love how your thighs feel around me,” he bites out as he digs his fingers into my skin, holding me like I weigh nothing.

He pulls down the front of my dress, freeing my breasts before diving in for a mouthful of my left one.

I hold on to the back of his neck, threading my fingers through his curls, and I hold his bicep with my other hand.

I whimper when he bites my nipple before moving to the other to suck and nip at my flesh.

I arch into his mouth, rubbing myself against his thick cock.

He moans into my heated skin, and I’m vibrating with need.

“Please, Dean. I want you.”

He releases my nipple with a pop. “You have me.” He nibbles up my chest, sucking my skin and lightly biting before he presses his lips to my mouth.

“I’m yours.” Before I can even comprehend his words, his mouth takes mine once again.

Then we’re moving. I’m not scared of falling because I know Dean has me.

He’d never let anything hurt me. Instead, I clutch him until he lays me back on the bed that smells just like him.

The lights are off, but the moonlight fills the room with a stunning glow.

Not that I can appreciate it—I’m fully engrossed in Dean as he gulps up each of my moans.

I welcome his weight, wrapping my legs around his hips as he settles against me.

He frames my face in his hands as our mouths play.

We taste, we tease, and I swear he swells bigger and bigger by the second.

I’m a moaning hot mess, and he’s right there with me.

I move my hand between us, needing to feel the weight of him in my hand.

I cup him through his jeans and rub the heel of my hand down his length.

He moans against my mouth, jerking into my touch before pulling his mouth from mine.

His grin is bright as he leans back, pulling me up with him.

“I don’t ever want to stop kissing you.” True to his word, he tries to keep our mouths fused as we quickly undress.

I hate to see the white button-down shirt that he had rolled up at his forearms disappear from his body, but the sight beneath it is so much better.

He’s all muscle from the hockey he’s played his whole life.

He has washboard abs that I know he’s worked hard for, but what really gets me going is the dusting of dark hair along his chest and the trail below his belly button.

Stratford would get waxed?—

I shake my head free of that thought and curse myself softly, but Dean catches it. My dress is on the floor with his shirt so I’m fully naked, but he’s still in his jeans. His fingers pause at the button of his jeans, and he arches a brow. “What’s wrong?”

Our eyes lock, and I can’t lie to him. “I keep comparing you to my ex, and it’s pissing me off.”

He smirks. “Compare me.” His voice is rough, hard, as he flicks open the button of his jeans.

“I know how much better I am.” He pushes down his pants and black boxer briefs, his cock jutting out in all its long, gorgeous glory.

He squeezes his base, and I’m left drooling.

He cups my jaw, tipping it up so I can meet his gaze.

“And if there is a moment when I’m lacking, tell me, KenniLeigh, so I can do better. Because I’m not losing you.”

My mouth parts at his declaration, and my heart jumps into my throat. He strokes his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling it down so my mouth opens wider. “I want inside this mouth.”

I can only nod as I lean forward, licking my lips and the tip of his thumb.

His hand starts to tremble against my jaw as he guides his cock to my lips.

I hold his gaze, relishing the dark and dangerous look in his eyes as I lick the tip, his salty taste causing my thighs to clench.

He hisses loudly, jerking into my mouth, and I welcome him with gusto.

I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him to the back of my throat.

I bring my hands up to grab his ass, and he clenches under my touch.

“Fuuuuuk, Kenni, you look like a dream.”

I hum around his cock, moving up and down his length while my eyes water. Before tears can fall, though, he pulls himself free and shakes his head. “I can’t take it. I’ll be coming down your throat in seconds, and I want to fill you up.”

He starts to cover my body with his, his cock dragging along my thigh, but I can’t enjoy it because my mind is reeling. I press my lips together, my eyes widening, and I pray I don’t ruin this. “You can’t.”

He pauses, his eyes moving from my pussy to my face. “What?”

I chew on my lip. “I’m not on birth control,” I tell him, my heart knocking into my ribs. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in almost eighteen years.”

His brows shoot to his hairline, and I wonder where his hat went.

Wow, not the thought I’m supposed to be having, but he was wearing the hat my boys got him.

He cages my head between his hands as he leans in, his cock throbbing against my center.

It feels so good, and I want him deep inside me, but we’re going to need a condom.

“So, while I don’t want to talk right now, I’d rather be fucking deep inside you, I need more than just that statement.” I bite my lip as his eyes search mine. “You and that bastard you thought you should marry didn’t have sex?”

Well, that was a loaded sentence. I shake my head.

“No. After I had the boys, he said he couldn’t feel anything when he was inside me.

He didn’t like the way my stomach was stretched out, which is why I got a tummy tuck.

He even tried to get the plastic surgeon to ‘put an extra few stitches’ in my pussy when I was under since he didn’t think the female doctor gave me enough. ”

I didn’t expect tears to burn my eyes or for my nose to burn as I admitted that to Dean.

I’ve never told anyone that. Not even Missy and Sadie.

At the time, they weren’t moms, and I didn’t think they’d understand my woes.

I was scared and allowed Stratford to say those things about me.

I accepted that he didn’t want me, so I got comfortable on my knees for him.

I learned later his behavior was a form of abuse, and the blow jobs stopped.

By then, though, he was getting it from his side piece, so I doubt he cared.

Dean doesn’t say a word, and when I look up into his beautiful face, it’s full of fury. His brows are drawn in tight, forming a little slit in the middle of his forehead. His mouth is set in a sneer, and his eyes are dark. “Kenni?—”

I wave him off. “It’s fine. Just get a condom.”

He drops his weight onto me, cupping my face and pressing his nose to mine.

Doing so forces me to look into his eyes, and the sight I see almost has me falling apart.

“You didn’t deserve that. Your pussy is absolutely perfect, and I’m going to fill it in the best way.

It’s not your fault he was a small-dicked fucker who couldn’t get you off, but I’m not and I can.

” He kisses me then, hard and full of need.

I bask in his kiss, in the feel of his body against mine.

My nipples are tickled by the hair on his chest, his cock is still hard and throbbing pressed into my center, and I can’t help but rub myself against him.

He groans against my mouth, and I smile as he pulls back to grin down at me.

He kisses my nose then my top lip before rising up on his knees and reaching into his nightstand.

I drink in the tattoos on his arm and how his abs flex and roll as he moves.

Then I take in the baseball bat between his legs.

He’s not only big; he’s thick and leaking for me.

He’s right. There is no comparison.

Dean is way more man than Stratford could ever pretend to be.

I lick my lips before sinking my teeth into the bottom one as I watch him roll the condom down his length. When he’s sheathed, his hungry gaze moves over my body, and he drinks me in. His gaze is like hot licks of flames, and I’m greedy for that expression on his face.

“I love the way you look at me,” I whisper as he wraps one of my legs around his hip.

His eyes meet mine, heat and need in his gaze as he notches his cock to my entrance. “Darlin’, I don’t want to look anywhere but at you.”

Then he thrusts, and I almost come off the bed at the intrusion. Shit, did I regrow a hymen, because that hurts. I don’t think he’s gonna fit. He’s so big, I instantly clench up, which has him hissing in the best way. Through gritted teeth, he practically begs, “Darlin’, breathe for me. Let me in.”

“It’s too much.”

“Let me fill you.”

Our eyes lock, and the intensity in his eyes has me panting. Or it’s the huge cock destroying my pussy. A whimper leaves my lips as he pushes in again, a grin pulling up the side of his mouth. “That’s it, my good girl. Look at you, taking my cock in your perfect pussy.”

“Dean—”

He thrusts back in, knocking the breath out of me, stretching me in a way I’ve never been stretched.

I feel some pain at first, but then I feel nothing but pleasure when his cock rubs that special spot inside me.

I cry out his name, and he stills, pulling in deep breaths through his nose.

“This pussy is perfect,” he says through clenched teeth.

“So much so, if you don’t stop saying my name or looking at me like that, I’ll embarrass myself again. ”

“Again?” I ask, sucking in air, so full of him but wanting so much more.

His lips quirk. “I came in my pants when I kissed you that time in Sadie’s room.”

My mouth drops open in shock. “That’s why you ran out!”

“Oh yeah. I came everywhere. It was fucking pathetic,” he laughs, his eyes all sparkly and beautiful.

He leans down on one arm, his forehead pressing to mine and pushing him deeper.

I whimper, clenching around his girth, and he hisses against my lips.

His eyes hold mine as he whispers, “I think I’ve been chasing that feeling my whole life.

I needed the girl who could make me come with only a kiss, but she was married to a small-dicked bitch. But now, she’s all mine.”

I blink past the tears as I cup his face, rubbing my thumb along his stubble. “Yours.”

That snaps something inside him. With a growl, he sits up, digging his fingers into my thigh on one leg and the back of my knee on the other, and he thrusts back inside me.

I cry out, my body vibrating with each thrust. His eyes are feral, dark, as his jaw clenches and he continues his ruthless rhythm.

I feel another orgasm building in my body, and when I tip my hips up for more friction, he goes deeper and fills the room with his moan.

It’s intoxicating, the noise he makes, and knowing I’m causing it is downright empowering.

I come with his name on my lips as white spots explode through my vision. I clench around him, and he hisses roughly as he slows his thrusts. “Fuck, darlin’. Yes. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Squeeze my cock with your perfect cunt. How does it feel?”

“So good,” I moan, my back bowing off the bed.

“Yes, fuck yes,” he moans, kissing down the valley between my breasts.

“Strangle my cock, darlin’. Fuuuuck!” he roars, and I feel him explode inside me.

He falls to the side, dragging me into his arms as he pulls one thigh over his hip.

He tangles his fingers in my hair at the back of my head before he presses his nose into mine.

Our breathing is ragged, our bodies slick with sweat, and he throbs against my thigh.

I trace my finger along his top lip, and he kisses the tip before he whispers, “Let me get rid of the condom.”

I can only nod, but damn, I get an eyeful as he walks into his bathroom to dispose of the condom. My whole body is vibrating, and I realize that the moment I don’t see him, I miss him.

That’s a dangerous feeling.

He isn’t gone but a second before he’s climbing back into bed with me and wrapping me up in his big arms. I nuzzle my nose against his chest and close my eyes as the afterglow consumes me.

“How do you feel?” he asks, kissing my temple.

“Perfect.”

I feel him smile against my hair before he drops another kiss. “Good. Want me to get you some ibuprofen?”

“Sure of yourself that you wrecked me?”

He chuckles. “It’s only fair that I did since you wrecked me.”

Our eyes meet, and the smile we share is so sweet and intimate, my nose burns. I drag my fingers along his lips. “I’m fine.”

He kisses my fingers, his eyes hooded and dark for me. “Kenni?” I pause my fingers, searching his eyes. “I don’t want to use condoms with you. I want to feel you with nothing between us. I will if you want, but I don’t want to.”

I try to hold back my grin, but I fail as I get lost in his eyes.

“I don’t know… We might need them to keep you from embarrassing yourself.

” His lips curve, and then he’s tickling my sides, nuzzling my neck.

Our laughter is like a love song in the dark room, and I want no music other than us.

I find myself half on him when our laughter subsides, and our eyes lock. “I’ll go on birth control.”

He cups my cheek, and I lean into it as he gazes up at me with a blissful look. I did that. I caused that look, and I want it always. His lips part like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. He stares at me for a moment, and I wonder if he wants me to leave.

“Should I go back to my bed?”

He shakes his head. “You’re in your bed, darlin’. ”

My heart skips a beat, but he doesn’t allow me to comment. Instead, he leans in, slanting his hot mouth over mine in a soul-deep kiss that has my toes curling and my heart aching.

The kiss isn’t hasty or rushed.

No, it feels like Dean is settling in to kiss me for the rest of our lives.