Daphne didn’t answer. “I keep expecting something to happen. Like it’s some prank. I don’t know.”
“Have a little trust that they may be there because they realized how fucking hot and awesome you are, which you are. You’ve got to wake up and realize it. You’re a damn good catch.” Bethany sighed. “I hate that you have a low self-esteem.”
“Thank you for the pep talk. I’ve got to go.”
“Call me, babe. I’m always here.”
Daphne hung up, disconnecting the video call, and Dean saw her shoulders slump.
He didn’t like seeing this side of her. Micah also hadn’t come to him or Eric to brag about being the one she’d picked to give her first blowjob to.
Stepping out from beneath the shadows, he moved toward her.
Daphne saw him and got to her feet. “Dean, I didn’t see you there,” she said.
“You weren’t supposed to.” Once he was close to her, he gripped the back of her neck, drawing her close and slamming his lips down on hers.
Her hands came up, her palms flat out against the sky almost as if to ward him off, but just as suddenly, they were around his neck. He wasn’t the one kissing, she was ravishing his lips back.
Sliding his other hand down to her ass, he squeezed her tightly, pulling her against him. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core and she cried out.
He needed to be inside her. Gathering up her dress in his fist, he stopped kissing her long enough to pull the offending item out of the way. She wore a pair of matching green lacy panties and bra.
Sexy, but unnecessary. When it came to Daphne, she didn’t need anything in the way. He removed them swiftly, not giving them time as they fell to the ground. Capturing the back of her neck again, he pulled her close, kissing her hard, hearing her moan as he palmed her naked ass.
Her hands went to his shirt, tugging at it.
He let her go, long enough to strip. Kicking off his boots and pants, he felt her hands move up his body, circling his neck.
Her bare tits grazing across his chest. The hard points of her nipples poking him. Dean took her down to the ground, the grass a soft comfort beneath her back.
Letting go of her neck, he slid his fingers down to cup her tits, rubbing his palm against one tight nipple. With the other, he leaned down, licking it before taking it into his mouth.
Sliding down her body, he traced the tips of his fingers to her pussy. He touched her clit, stroking her with two digits. She was already nice and wet.
He released her tit and moved, taking hold of her thighs and putting them over his shoulders. Then he grabbed her ass. Taking her pussy into his mouth, he ate her clit, sucking it into his mouth and moaning at the taste of her.
So ripe.
He flicked his tongue back and forth, glancing up to see her arch. Her tits shaking, her stomach quivering. He reached up to palm her tits as he continued to attack her clit, getting her wetter with every passing second. He used his teeth to create the right amount of pain, and as she screamed his name, he soothed out the pain.
Now, he didn’t let up.
Dean stroked her clit, drawing her close to the edge, and this time, as she was about to come, he didn’t stop.
She came all over his face and he licked up her cream. Before she’d finished her release, he used his fingers to work her clit. At the same time, he moved between her thighs. He stopped touching her long enough to hold his cock, pressing the tip to her entrance. He stared down at her closed eyes. She was too far gone in her orgasm.
In one hard thrust, he tore through the wall of her virginity, her cries filling the air as he fucked her, taking possession of her cherry. He captured her hands, holding them down to the grass, hating the sting of tears he detected in her eyes.
Pausing, balls deep inside her, he waited.
****
The pain was unexpected.
Daphne stared up at Dean. The hard length of his cock filled her.
“I didn’t…”
He slammed his lips down on hers, sliding his tongue across her lip. She stayed still. He moved toward her ear. “You knew this was going to happen. You’re not a virgin anymore. The pain will go soon.”
“You…” She didn’t know what to say. Was she angry? No. Was she in pain? Yes. Did she regret this? At the moment, no.
Staring up at him, she gritted her teeth as anger washed over her. Rather than yell at him, she kept her words locked up inside. She didn’t know if she hated him or not.
Dean locked her hands above her head, keeping her in place.