Dean

I should rid her of those clothes, slam her against the door, and fuck her right here. I need to talk to her about a few things first. Think with my head and not with my dick.

Clutching her by the nape, I haul her forward until my eyes seize hers.

“Need you to listen to me. You good with Grim tailing you girls this weekend when you go out? I promise he won’t interfere with you having a good time.” Regardless of how happy I am, I’m not comfortable with her going anywhere alone right now.

“Of course, I am. Caroline will love it.” She laughs. Slides her hands into the back pocket of my jeans, pushing her pelvis further into my groin.

“Think you’re right. Not sure why those two don’t hook up.” I see the way Grim watches her whenever she’s around. Notice it with Caroline, too. Those two have been fucking each other mentally for almost a year now.

“It’s one of those complicated situations. Ridiculous, if you ask me.” I’m not touching that. Never. Grim’s deal, not mine.

Taking in a much-needed lungful of air, I inhale her light scent. Chocolate and sunflowers. I’m so hard I could fuck her for hours and still be starved. Her smell, her body is enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life. “Thank you. Knowing he’s close by will make me feel better. Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?”

“Pretty sure I do,” she agrees, tilts her head, running it slowly down my body, mouth parting and tongue slicing out to run across the seam of her lips when she sees my aching cock straining through my jeans. He’s whimpering in agony to be set free.

“Christ, you keep looking at him, and I’ll never finish telling you what I need to.”

“Oh. Um. Right,” she responds, a tad flustered.

“I’d like to stay here with you until we get this sorted out. Won’t ever stop worrying about the people I care about. It’s who I am, Tatum. Now I’m done talking. I need to taste your perfect fucking lips. Fuck you all night and wake up with you in my arms.”

“Okay on both accounts,” she expels hoarsely from her mouth.

Gliding my hands through the silky strands of her hair, I firmly tug her head back, our heated bodies pressed together, hearts pounding, minds racing. I dip down and kiss the shocked exhale that escapes her mouth, drawing her air straight into my lungs.

I kick my boots off right where we stand. Tatum’s hooded eyes latch onto mine and don’t let go, the same as mine don’t drop their hold on hers.

Out of all the talks we’ve had in the past several weeks, this one today was the most influential one to our relationship. It bores deep into my chest, and I know without a shadow of a doubt it won’t be long before I’m falling in love for the first time in my life.

I worried about nothing. Had Grim ready to call everyone he could think of to get these people away from her road. If they had to beat some ass, then so be it.

She’s proved to me once again just how in awe of her she makes me. Didn’t think there was any uncertainty in my mind the feelings and hunger she had for me were real. But when I saw those pictures of her, they not only pissed me off; they brought in a shit load of second-guessing that my life might be too much for her. She shattered it all to hell with her I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude. Now, I can’t help but admire her all the more.

Her disregard for the world’s opinion in her boosts my respect for her. She is who she is, and even though I’m not all that hyped up about others seeing any part of her they shouldn’t, she nailed it on the head when she said we were comfortable.

Bottom line is, we were in the privacy of my home. That’s something I won’t allow my team of experts to ignore. Once I pulled my anger out of my ass, I called to get them taken down. Marcus was already on it. Should have figured that out, too. The thing is, I’m a Goddamn mess over this. Fucking jackasses are plastering her body around for men to see. People to judge.

“Thank you for trying to protect me, old man. I think it’s time you fuck me, though, don’t you?” she hints, leans up on her tiptoes, slips her hand through my hair, and teases my lips with hers. Her hard nipples brushing against my chest.

I keep my sights on her ass when she walks to the windows, pulls the blinds, turns around, and her heavy lids rise, giving me perfect smoked-over blues drenched with pure, raw sexuality. Didn’t think my cock could get any harder than when I was fingering her tight ass. He did. He is. And he’s angered to fuck this woman.

Tatum is an angel around everyone else. It’s the way she is. The minute she’s turned on, she becomes untamed and wild. It’s the sexiest combination making her all the more appealing.

I swallow hard, the sound muffled in her bedroom as the tip of Tatum’s tongue dips out, wetting her bottom lip. That little habit of hers is the greatest fucking turn-on.

My brain struggles to get oxygen to my lungs when her hands go to the waistband of her shorts.

Eyes still on mine, she slides them down her legs, steps away from them, and walks toward me while she inches the shirt over her head. Her pussy, heavy tits, and delectable mouth all waiting for my hands, mouth, and cock.

When she fists her fingers into the hem of my T-shirt and lifts it over my head, warm hands connecting to the drawn-tight muscles on my chest become my downfall.

My mouth connects with hers urgently. Tongue cutting into her welcoming mouth. I’m primal. The need to slip between her sweet thighs consumes me. There isn’t any place on earth I’d rather be right now. Her hand slides down my chest. Our pounding hearts the only thing I hear until she unhooks the button of my jeans, lowers my zipper, and without disconnecting our mouths slides them over my hips, freeing my cock that’s pressing against her stomach.

Winding an arm around her, I gently push her down on the bed. Rid myself of my jeans and climb on top of her and take hold of her lush mouth. Don’t think I’ll ever tire of kissing her.

With every swipe, our sharp tongues send a message. The outside world can go to hell as long as we stick by each other's side.

I grip her neck, snake my hand to her jaw, sweeping it over the soft skin of her cheek. Thumb pressed to her fluttering pulse. Her entire body is trembling from my touch.

“Just so you know. I’ve never had someone take my ass. It’s always been a fantasy. One I’ll gladly share with you.” Fucking hell. She’s a perfect midnight storm.

I’ve never had anyone be this responsive. This in tune with her own sexuality. It’s a turn-on just to watch her.

“I’ll have you coming so hard when we do. Tonight, I want your sweet little cunt. Want it like never before.” I’d love nothing more than to tell her the only time I’ve ever gone ungloved with a woman was with the kids’ mom. That’s a story for another time. I don’t remember my night with her, which means this is a first for me. Tonight, this is all about her and me. “Spread your thighs; I want to taste you first.”

She was so fucking wet earlier, has to be drenched by now.

Her tongue sweeps over her lip again. Goddamn her, she’s going to drive me insane. “How about if we taste each other?” She doesn’t wait for my answer before she slips out from underneath me, shoves me onto my back, and straddles my face. I can smell her arousal. See it glistening on her lips. Sweetest scent I’ve inhaled.

“Drop that pussy on my face and get my cock in your mouth before I blow my fucking load just staring at your pretty, wet cunt, Tatum. Need to taste this.”

Without any further instructions, her legs secure around my head, and she drops those hips, my hands go to her ass, tongue slides into her greedy, slick pussy. Sinfully delicious.

My ass lifts off the bed when her tongue slides up my cock. Fuck. Me. Can’t decide if I want to focus more on her taste or the way she takes me into her mouth. Fucking fantasy woman.

The second she cries out when I nip her oversensitive clit, I have my answer. She can suck my cock whenever she wants. Right now, it’s all about making her come all over my face.

A growl deep in the confines of my throat surfaces as I take and offer some more. I scan her hip bones, trail underneath the curve of her ass, and plunge one finger into her pussy, aiming my thumb for the rim of her ass. She clenches. I nudge it in.

By the time my tongue and finger are fucking her wildly, my cock is screaming he could stay inside of the heat of her mouth. “Oh God. I feel full,” she muffles around my dick when I pierce her clit with my teeth, my thumb stripping through the tight barrier, pushing in and out of the tight little hole.

She thinks she feels full now; wait until I take this ass with my cock.

I breathe in her scent. Lick the walls of her tight little channel. Never thought I’d have heaven kick a dent in my hell. Tatum Fields has kick-started my shattered heart. I don’t think anything else has ever felt as good as her.

We might be fucking each other with our mouths, but this is who we are. Primitive in a desire to fulfill each other's needs.

“Dean, I need to come.” Five words tear up my insides. The way she says my name before the others strikes a nerve. I have no clue why. May be because she said it before she told me what she needs. May be because hearing it stifled around my dick draws my own release up from my balls. I pinch the sting. Will it away. I’d love to come in her mouth, hear her swallow, watch her lick her lips. The need to fill up the walls that are clenching against my tongue with my seed is something I want more. Christ Almighty, her pussy is on fire. Burning intensely against my tongue.

That thought alone puts another one in my mind. While I shove my tongue inside the deep, wet fountain of her pussy, I wonder if she wants kids. I’ve never given a second thought to having more. It’s way too early to be asking her. Whatever she and I are feeling, it’s deep, grows stronger every minute of the day. I’m caught somewhere between lust and love. A place that’s comfortably numbing to my soul. But the idea is there. Gives me something to hope for.

I quit thinking. Bite down on her clit. Her mouth lets go of my cock. She screams my name when her climax lets lose, fills my mouth, and drips onto my chin.

“Dean.” She tightens her grip on my head, loosens it just as quickly, and face plants into my crotch. My stomach muscles tighten from holding in my laughter.

I palm her ass. Fuck, I can’t wait to sink my dick into her virginal hole. Take her to a place she’ll be begging me to take her again. Fill her ass with my cock while I fill her pussy with one of her vibrators she talked about while she told me all about her store the night she teased me with her chocolate.

“On your back, Tatum,” I demand. My patience is wearing thin. I need inside her so Goddamn bad that my dick throbs.

She works her way off me, lies down, mouth parting, and releases a satisfied cry. Her eyes are clouded over; I can barely see the whites around their mesmerizing color.

They widen the second they connect with mine. Looking into each other’s eyes, gazing into souls is a link between us I’ve come to love. Unspoken words or trust muted without worry.

Everything but the hand I had inside her pussy stills. I slink it up her leg, dip it between her heat, and bring it up to her mouth. She opens. My cock twitches when she licks her taste, draws my finger in and out, sucking him long and hard.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve seen in my life. Pussy nice and pink, swollen lips just waiting for my cock. Plump mouth sucking your taste off my finger.” I roll on top of her, settling in between her widely spread thighs.

Leaning forward, I use my teeth to drag my finger out of her mouth, drawing it into mine. Her mouth opens. The slightest moan escapes, causing me to drop my head, lick along the seam of her desirable bottom lip.

“You have me in a trance,” she groans, greedy hips thrusting into my rock-hard cock.

“Lady, you tranced me the moment I saw you at the hospital,” I growl, plunging my tongue into her mouth. I kiss her feverishly. Sweat is breaking out between the muscles on my back. I’m desperate for this woman. Hanging on by a miraculously thin twine of thread.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You greedy for my dick, Tatum?” I imply. I know she is. I can feel her heat warming up by the second.

“Yes. You know I am. You’ve had me on the edge since you touched me out there. I need you.”

I am un-fucking-done. Unraveling from the inside out.

“Don’t know how long I’ll last. Could barely hold it in when he was wrapped. Being uncovered inside of you…” I shake my head. The feeling is too intense, too emotional to filter the words to come out.

“I know, Dean. Trust me, I do.”

“That’s the thing, Tatum. It’s insane just how much I do trust you.” I grip my dick, grind my hips against her, and slowly push inside. I groan, close my eyes. Hate taking my eyes off her beautiful face, but I need a minute to collect myself. Can’t seem to help it. This feeling bursts forth and enthralls me.

I brace my hands at the sides of her head; with every inch, I memorize the feel of her tightness expand around me as she adjusts to my size. It’s indescribable. Silk wrapping around me. Warmth like I’ve never imagined.

“Give me a minute. You feel too good. I’m not ready to move,” I press as I tilt my hips forward when she wraps her legs around my ass and her arms around my neck. Heaven. The sweetest torture.

“You feel good, too. Better than good, Dean.” I let her words sink into my skin. My breathing picks up, heartbeat racing against my ribs.

I release a feral groan when the urge to move hikes the eagerness in my balls as I pull out and slam back inside of her. Hard. Her back arches off the bed, head hitting the headboard, neck angled, and a scream of pleasure breaks from both of our throats. Her pussy clamps down in a vital grip.

I lose my Goddamn mind. Insanity devours my vision, and I fuck her. My hips are thrusting harder than ever before, hers rolling, teeth sinking into my shoulder. I bury myself inside of her with every deep push. My cock is screaming out to blow. I ignore it. Embrace the pain. She feels too damn good for me to let go just yet.

While my length pushes in and out of her pussy, my mouth latches onto a nipple, sucking, tugging from gentle to hard. The scent of her arousal fills my nose, driving my dick to power faster into her slick, wet heat.

“I’ve never felt anything this incredible in my life. You’re like silk, Tatum. Perfection.”

My pace increases on its own, slamming into her sweet body in forceful strokes. Sweat slickening our skin.

I extend my strokes, long and deep. With my weight covering her, my eyes are wrapped up on the sheer bliss carved all over her face. My cock pulses, her pussy tightens. I devour the loud, satisfying noises escaping her mouth with mine as she grips me strong and solid. Her mouth as thirsty for mine as I am for hers.

“Come for me; I need you coating my bare skin the way you did my face.”

“God, Dean, the way you talk…” She shakes her head. Black hair flying all around. It takes little time for her to clamp back down on me. Her cries of passion, her release all over me hit deep. I come on a roar, my entire body twitching, shaking with spasms as my cum coats her sweet, sweet walls.