Naked Games (Hard to Get 3)

“God, Dean,” she whispered. “I don’t know.” She paused. “Yes, maybe . . . I’m not sure.”

“I’ll fuck it real slow and easy, while the dildo fills your hot pussy. Do you think you can handle both at the same time, sweets?”

“Dean, please . . . I-I’m not sure.”

“Yes, you are,” Dean urged, then he let his finger penetrate her, little by little, until he was buried deep inside her ass. She shuddered and pushed against him. “Oh, that feels . . . it feels so good,” she breathed out.

“Son of a bitch, Catherine,” he gritted out. His finger moved in and out, fucking her slow like he’d promised.

As Catherine started to think she could take no more of his teasing, one of Dean’s big, warm hands picked up the dildo and caressed her clit with it. She writhed and moved in time to his strokes. When she squeezed her bottom, Dean growled. “Such sweet torture you are, Catherine.”

Catherine couldn’t concentrate on Dean’s words. A second finger joined the first, penetrating deep, while the dildo slid back and forth over her nubbin. She felt every heated touch and stroke. Dean kept it slow at first, then faster, and soon a third finger entered her ass, stretching and preparing her for the thick invasion of his cock. Inhibitions dropped away as need rushed in and took command. She gyrated against Dean while he tormented her with the toy. When he leaned down and bit her hip, she lost it.

Her climax came from somewhere deep inside as Catherine screamed hard and loud, her back

arching as her body flew apart. Everything she thought she knew about sexual pleasure seemed to pale in the wake of what she’d just experienced. Dean’s rough voice barely broke through the quagmire of her mind.

“I want this ass, Catherine,” Dean hissed, then he moved his fingers out of her and cupped her dripping mound. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

She turned her head, already limp and sweating from her orgasm, but when she saw the intensity, the insane yearning etched into his not-so-perfect features, her body went from sated to hungry all over again.

“You’re mine. From this moment forward, you belong to me.”

No words sprang to mind over such a bold claim, so she stayed silent. When the heavy weight of Dean’s cock entered her bottom and the thick toy nudged into her dripping pussy, inner muscles clenched up and she automatically attempted to close her legs, panicked and scared. It was too much, too soon.

“No, Dean,” she cried out, her body tensing further.

Dean pulled out instantly. “Shhh, sweets. We’re going to take it easy. There’s no rush, okay?”

Catherine relaxed a measure, relieved by Dean’s words. He slowly slid the toy deep inside her vagina and held it there, then leaned down and kissed her shoulder. She rocked against him, and when his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot behind her ear, the panic that had been riding her disappeared as her body hummed back to life.

“You will enjoy this,” he whispered into her ear, “you only need to have a little faith in me.”

“I do,” she said, unwilling for him to think any differently.

“No, you think I’m going to hurt you.”

She wanted to deny his claim, but he didn’t wait for a reply, only began stroking her hair and smoothing a palm down her arm and over her hip where he cupped her bottom and kneaded the plump flesh. She melted, giving them both what they needed. Her total surrender. Dean seemed to sense it, and he began to slowly glide his cock into her ass, even as the dildo filled her pussy.

“Fuck,” he growled as he pushed in an inch at a time, slow the way he promised, until soon he filled her completely.

Inner muscles stretched to accommodate his overwhelming size. Catherine felt utterly surrounded by Dean. Tethered to him in a way that had tears stinging her eyes. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The silky inner walls of her vagina were caressed with gentle thrusts from the toy as her ass gripped Dean’s cock. The taboo nature of what they were doing sent a rush of rapture through her.

“Reach between your legs and take hold of the dildo,” he said, his voice hoarse with passion. “I want you to fuck that tight pussy with it, Catherine.”

Catherine couldn’t speak as she took possession of the toy, and with each inward stroke of Dean’s dick, Catherine pulled the dildo outward, then thrust it back in again. Her inner muscles held them both snug.

“Christ, yeah,” Dean groaned as he thrust in and out, his moves becoming more frantic.

“I’m going to come,” Catherine moaned as she sped out of control.

“Now, sweets,” Dean growled, as he pushed into her again and again.

All at once, Catherine spiraled out of control as her orgasm slammed through her, sending her into oblivion shouting his name.

Dean thrust once more, deeper than before, filling her ass with hot jets of his come. Catherine could feel every spasm as his cock emptied inside of her. She knew the moment would be forever branded onto her heart and soul.

They were both breathing as if they’d sprinted up a mountain. A few deep breaths later and Dean carefully pulled the toy free and tossed it aside. They both collapsed onto the bed, Dean’s heavy body pinning her to the mattress. Catherine never wanted to move again. He brushed her damp hair from her face and kissed her cheek. “Mine,” he whispered against her overheated skin.