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“Stay with me tonight,” Dean says as we stand next to his car, his breath hot on my ear. He has me caged in with both of his arms and his eyes are pools of endless temptation and fire as they pin me in place.

We went to eat at a Tex Mex place across from All Fired Up when we were done. The two margaritas I had with my meal have caused me to lose ALL my inhibitions.

“Yes,” I rasp out. I am lost in a whirlpool of Dean—lust, alcohol and my own desire to experience things I’ve only ever dreamed of.

We get into the car and drive to his hotel. Our hands are linked during the entire drive over, and stay that way until we enter his suite.

As soon as the door is shut, he backs me against the door.

One of his hands floats down my body gently and then with a rough grab of my hip, pulls me against him. I feel his erection, hard and large, against my stomach and I can’t . . . I can’t get close enough.

“Dean,” I whisper, my chest heaves like I’ve been running. I feel wild in my desire for him.

“I know what you want, baby. I know what you need. I can fucking smell it on you.”

He starts to trace a trail of kisses down my neck, hot, open mouthed kisses that cause me to grow wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. He stops at my breast and through the silk of my blouse and the lace of my bra, he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

There is no inhibition, and my groan is deep and long as the sensations shoot from my breast to my core and leave me almost too weak to stand.

He doesn’t move to my other breast, rather continues his descent down until he's kneeling in front of me. He presses his nose to my center and pulls in a deep breath.

He stoops over and yanks my boots off my feet, throwing them over his shoulder without even glancing to see where they might fall. Then he reaches up, unbuttons my jeans and in one swift and hard pull, they and my underwear are down my legs and flying over his shoulders after my shoes.

“I’ve been dreaming about tasting you. I’ve been fucking my fist thinking about you sitting on my face.”

He looks up at me with a devilish grin on his face. He sits, puts his hands on my hips, and pulls me to his mouth.

I whimper at the first touch of his tongue to my clit.

My hand goes into his hair, wanting to hold him in place as his tongue plays a concerto on me.

Suddenly, he lays back, pulling me with him, and I'm sitting on his face, hands braced on the edge of the bed that is right behind us. He uses his hands to spread my legs and I feel his tongue inside of me, probing me while his thumb presses on the bundle of nerves that feels like it holds every secret the universe has about me.

He rubs, and licks and then his mouth replaces his thumb and he sucks my clit into his mouth. It is exquisite, causing my body to move on its own. I have no control over my thrusting, begging hips, and all I know is the orgasm I'm chasing.

It feels like I'm dying and being born again. My orgasm explodes out of a spiral of tension at the center of my body, and I'm screaming as I come and grind myself into his mouth as he holds me to him, as if he can’t bear to let me go.

I don’t have a chance to recover before Dean picks me up and moves me down his body. He whips his shirt off his head and wipes his face. I blush.

“Sorry. I got carried away,” I say to him as I attempt to shift off his lap.

“No, you didn’t. But you’re about to.” That mischievous grin is back and I smile back, confused but amused.

His grip on me tightens and then in a display of strength that leaves my mind boggled, he wraps my legs around his waist and stands up. Stands up. Like he was getting up without my one hundred forty-pound frame wrapped around him.

He turns me around and lays me down on the bed. His eyes roam my face as he reaches down and pulls my blouse over my head.

He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra and then pulls it off.

And when I see the way his eyes light up as he looks me up and down, I feel like a goddess.

“Milly,” he breathes and I gasp again.

“Dean,” I respond.

His big, right hand comes up to cover my left breast and it’s a small handful and disappears under his tender grip. I feel my nipple bead against his palm. Our gazes are locked and he licks his lips as he looks at me.

“You are fucking perfect.”

He bends, head dipped, and moves his hand to take my nipple into his mouth. My back bows and my hands surge into his hair, holding him in place as he suckles me. He wraps both his arms around my waist and strokes his tongue against my nipple, and then my entire breast. He licks, and nips and bites and sucks, and by the time he turns his attention to my other breast, I'm a writhing bundle of nerves.

My body is seeking release and relief. Again.

My hands run up and down his massive, muscled shoulders, and I marvel at how smooth, almost velvety his skin feels.

He moves over me, every muscle in his arms and shoulders rippling as he practically prowls his way up my body.

His lips touch mine, briefly and softly, and his hand comes up to caress the side of my face.

“You are more beautiful than I deserve.”

He kisses me again, this time it isn't brief or soft but hard, passionate, and deep. He puts his hand between our bodies and his fingers glide against me, and past the lips of my pussy that are so sensitive his touch causes me to shudder.

He reaches for my hand and puts it between us. “Put me inside of you, Red.”

I take a hold of his cock, marveling at how hard he is. He feels like a steel pole, wrapped in velvet in my hands. I guide him to me. I'm slick and he slides inside without any resistance. We both hiss at the initial contact, the sensation making my heart race and my breathing shallow. Our eyes meet and we grin at each other. We’re both giddy over how good it feels.

He braces himself above me on his forearms and with one hard thrust slides all the way inside of me. I feel the walls of my pussy contact and cling to him. It feels so right to have him inside of me and yet, my body, unused to the size, registers some discomfort.

“Are you okay, baby?” he gasps as he moves his hips, settling even deeper into the cradle of my thighs. He brings one of my legs up, holding it under the knee and watches my face.

I reach up and brush a lock of blond hair out of his eyes and smile.

“Yes, so good. I’m great.”

Then he starts to move, his hips make slow thrusts, each one a statement. Each one saying he feels me, he wants me, and he never wants this to end.

I raise my pelvis to meet each thrust, and I feel like we are partners in a race, each of us doing our part to get us across the finish line.

I feel my orgasm building as he puts his face in my neck and bites the tendon that connects my neck to my shoulder. He growls and starts to pepper my shoulder and chest with kisses.

The pace of his hips slows and forces mine to do the same. He bends again and licks my nipple. The sound that leaves my mouth is close to a wail. He looks up.

“Red, I could stay here, attached to this juicy nipple all day. I want to suck it until you can’t fucking speak. I want to fuck you until all you know is the feel of my dick inside of you.”

I can only pant in response, my eyes are having a difficult time focusing, so I close them.

“Your body is making me feel like this is my first time at the world’s best amusement park. I want to ride everything, over and over.”

I mewl, unable to speak for the overpowering pleasure coursing through me. His hands come up and take my legs, and puts them both on his shoulders, putting me at almost a ninety-degree angle while he moves inside me, drilling, deeper and deeper. Each thrust, painful and turning into a sharp pleasure that has my orgasm stacking up inside of me.

“Feels so good, Dean.” Is all I can say as he starts to slam into me. And without touching any other part of my body, Dean fucks me into an orgasm that is so powerful, I feel completely wrecked by it. We kiss as we catch our breath. Dean gets up to use the bathroom and I fall asleep before he even gets back.

When I wake up, I'm alone in the bed. I can hear Dean in the other room typing on his computer.

I glance at the clock and see it’s three in the morning and I remember I need to get back home no later than eight o’clock. Kevin’s bringing Anthony home at nine this morning because he has his piano lesson. I want to get there with plenty of time to be ready to face him.

I sigh, feeling the delicious aches of our lovemaking as I turn over and go back to sleep.