California Dreamin'

Pinning me with his eyes once again, he growls, “Stop tempting me, Tiny.”

“I will, if you agree.”

“I’ll burn in hell for this.”

I cock my head to the side and smirk. “I thought you were already burning. Exploding.”

“Fallon,” he warns.

His reluctance is weak, weaker than his desire to claim me; I can see it in his eyes. And it makes me bolder, shameless. “I’m burning too, Dean. I swear. It hurts, you know. I’ve been hurting ever since you went away and every night, I dream of you coming back and kissing me. Touching me where I hurt. In my”— I lower my voice and whisper the word I’ve only thought about in the dead of night— “Pussy.”

I don’t even have time to catch my breath after that. Dean hauls me up, causing both my thighs to clench around his hips, and he claims my mouth in a kiss. And then, we’re moving. He’s taking me somewhere, but I don’t care about that. As earlier, his kiss becomes my entire world.

Until that world tilts on its axis and I’m lying flat on my back. I feel the softness of the mattress and the ceiling fills my vision as Dean kneels before me, settling himself between my spread thighs.

From my position, Dean looks huge, larger than the sky. I should feel vulnerable or maybe even shy. We’re getting ready to have sex, aren’t we? But I don’t. Not even when he makes quick work of our clothes, and we’re both naked in about three seconds.

I’m more interested in watching him. His broad, corded muscles. The grooves and dips of his body. A light scattering of dark hair on his chest.

Dean’s eyes are scorching as he takes in my small body, and I writhe on the bed, willing him to do something… anything.

“Do you hurt, Tiny?” he whispers, his fingers trailing from the top of my chest through the valley of my breasts to my trembling stomach.

“Yes.”

“Where? Show me.”

A flush overcomes me, but I’m determined not to let it deter me. I’ve waited long enough for this moment.

My hand shivers as I reach down and touch my most intimate part, making my hips jerk. It’s not that I haven’t touched myself. It’s just I haven’t done it in front of someone.

I touch my slick core. Gosh, it’s so swollen. My fingers slip over the wetness. Under his intense stare, my pussy gushes. Again, I should feel shy but I don’t. In fact, I can’t stop touching myself. I can’t stop watching for his reactions, either.

His chest is heaving. The muscles of his thighs and his stomach are flexing. Not to mention his dick. His dick is throbbing. I’ve been avoiding looking at it because I don’t wanna be afraid. On my stomach, through the layers of our clothes, his cock felt enormous. But I can’t stop staring at it now.

It is enormous and dark, and the more I touch my pussy, the more I think it’s never gonna fit.

A second later, I can’t think about anything but Dean. Because, growling, he falls onto me. Onto my pussy. His warm mouth envelops my entire core and even my fingers.

“Dean…” I moan, my hips going crazy, my legs shaking with sensations.

Dean splays his palms on my thighs and keeps them spread open. He sucks on my fingers, drinking down all my juices before focusing on my pussy. My hands go to his shoulders as I try to hold on against the waves of lust that wrack my entire frame.

I’ve never felt this way, like, ever. This unmoored and this overcome. The pulses of lust fire from somewhere deep inside my stomach in all directions, making my heart race, making my toes curl.

But apparently, that’s not enough. Dean lets go of my pussy and kisses and nips my thighs, my stomach. He keeps stimulating my clit with his fingers as he crawls up my body, sucking the flesh along the way. His mouth closes over my nipple and I lose it.

Arching my back and screwing my eyes shut, I scream out his name and come.

I come and come like never before, and it feels like it won’t stop. My body won’t stop coming or jerking or twisting. I won’t ever stop feeling the rush of my orgasm.

My eyes fall open to find Dean hovering over my body. His hair’s a mess and his lips are shiny with my juices. I’m so replete I don’t have it in me to even blush.

“You know what you taste like, Tiny?” he whispers, settling himself between my legs.

The head of his dick touches my fluttering pussy and I dig my nails in his biceps. “What?”

Smirking, he tells me, “Horny.”

“Shut up,” I mutter.

“You were horny for me, weren’t you, Tiny?”

“No.”

He kisses me. “You were.” He nudges my opening with his big cock, stretching me out slightly. “You are.”