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It was a sight Dean wasn’t ever going to forget. She looked erotically stunning. She’d grabbed tightly onto the rails with both hands and bent forward, taking Dean more deeply inside, and was squeezing his cock tightly within her body even as she rotated her hips.
“Kay, that feels amazing.” A helpless gasp tore from Dean’s throat.
His breathing became rapid and chaotic. Primal groans that sounded like he was in pain burst forth irrepressibly when Kayla clenched her vaginal muscles even tighter to increase his stimulation, to drive him crazy. He felt the unmistakable sensation of his balls tighten up and knew what was about to happen. He wasn’t ready for that.
“Enough,” Dean growled. His hands gripped Kayla’s hipbones, trying to hold her still as he took several deep breaths. “Hold still, please.” He pleaded.
Dean pulled Kayla’s body upright against his. One of his arms coiled around her waist whilst the other massaged her exposed breasts, pulling and rubbing her nipples. He started thrusting into her slowly. His lips brushed against her ear, his breathing still harsh.
“God, you’re one hot chic.” He panted in her ear.
Holding her tightly against his body, Dean started pounding into her vigorously, his mouth latching on to the pleasure point behind her ear to suck sensually till she thought she’d go mad.
“Dean, so good.” She whimpered brokenly as her head lolled back on his shoulder and her eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Her back arched as her body trembled with the beginnings of a release. Her body tensed, waiting, ready to let go… God, she was almost there…
Dean pulled out, and even as a stunned gasp tore out of Kayla’s lips, he turned her around to face him.
“Dean…” Kayla gasped. She could barely catch a breath. A frustrated whimper left her lips.
“How far do you want to go?” He whispered staring into her confused glazed eyes. “I need to know, Kay.”
Kayla’s breath hitched in her throat. She blinked to get her eyes to focus and stared incredulously at Dean. “Christ, why did you…” Kayla started heatedly but stopped her line of questioning when she saw Dean’s expression. He’d raised an eyebrow challengingly and was waiting for her to answer his question.
Kayla’s body was strung so tight, the ache was eating her up so much that tears of frustration stung her eyes. What the heck had Dean done to her? Was she so addicted to sex that being denied an orgasm got her this unsettled? This could only be one person’s fault Dean’s. She glared at him.
“Further than you ever went with her.” She husked, breathing hard. She knew she should be mindful of what she was saying but she was too wound up and frustrated to care.
That’s all Dean needed to hear. He bent to kiss her pouting lips, biting her lightly on her lower lip. “Hey relax, I’ll fix this. Just, not now. You’ll thank me later.” She raised her eyes to his and saw those dark blue eyes promising more…much more, later.
He picked her up bridal style and walked to a nicely covered steal table. On every national holiday, Dean’s parents spent time up there so he wasn’t surprised the table was there. Dean bent Kayla over the table so that her butt was on the edge and her high-heeled feet were firmly planted on the ground.
“Reach out and hold the edge with both hands,” Dean commanded in a barely controlled voice.
Without the slightest of hesitation, Kayla reached out with both hands and held on to the edge of the table like it was her lifeline. She had no idea what Dean was going to do but she trusted him not only to keep her safe but to give her every pleasure she imagined and more. She felt Dean raise one of her legs onto the table, opening her up even more for his eyes. Kayla blushed. Dean lightly smacked her arse and then lined his pulsing erection with her wet pussy. He slowly sank all the way inside, pulled back almost to the point of withdrawal, and then slammed back inside her tight heat.
“Oh, sweet Lord.” Kayla’s eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Like that?” Dean asked in a low voice, loving how out of control Kayla was.
“Love it, baby.” Kayla moaned.
Dean fucked her with long, deep strokes. To him, there was nothing more thrilling than Kayla’s moans and mewls of pleasure. Those sounds spurred him on like a man possessed. His muscles burned from the strain, but he kept pumping his hips, kept pushing in and pulling out of that divine heat, that tightness that was consuming him and swallowing him whole. Only the feel of Kayla around him, the sound of her moans, and the blinding love he felt for her kept him sane. He was overwhelmed by desire and need.
Then Dean felt it, Kayla was about to come. He could feel it in the way she tensed up, the way her breath hitched, the sweet mewling sounds she was making, which she always made just before she fell off the edge. He felt Kayla tightening, constricting around him… He wasn’t ready to allow her that relief just yet.
“No, you don’t.” Dean rasped and pulled out of Kayla.
“God, please don’t stop, Dean. Please!” Kayla sobbed, not even caring that she was begging. She needed to come so bad. “Dean, please, need to come, please…”
“You beg so sweetly my love. But we’re still not there yet.” Dean growled going down on his knees behind Kayla.
Kayla felt Dean’s breath on her arse and turned to look behind her. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t let go, Kay. And look forward.” Came his stern command.
Dean knelt behind Kayla and stared at her delectable creamy arse. Thanks to the remaining light, every inch of her beautiful arse was exposed to him and it was such an arousing sight. Christ! His eyes went to what he was looking for…that tiny puckered pretty pink hole. His breath hitched at the clenching hole.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
Leaning down, Dean dropped tiny kisses on her arse, gradually inching towards her crease. He could hear Kayla making tiny lustful sounds that went straight to his cock. He realized her forehead was on the table, probably out of shame? Dean vowed to work on that. He didn’t want Kayla feeling shame where he was concerned.
When Kayla felt the wet flick against her back entrance, she was so shocked she tensed up. Ignoring Kayla’s shocked and grunted protests, Dean flicked the tip of his tongue slowly but firmly across the tight opening.
“Dean…” Kayla breathed. “What…”
“Relax.” She heard Dean mutter. “And hold still.”
Closing her eyes and breathing deep, Kayla tried to do as Dean demanded. She felt Dean’s hot tongue thoroughly wetting her hole with saliva, licking and swirling his tongue in tormenting little circles against that sensitive flesh. Jesus! It felt wonderful.
“Oh my God.” Kayla cried out, her fingers curling more tightly over the edge of the table. She’d never felt anything like that, had never even thought anyone could do that.
Dean felt elated at Kayla’s response. He had feared she would stop him and had been pleasantly surprised and thrilled that she hadn’t. Her gasps and moans of pleasure stabbed Dean with a fresh bolt of lust. His tongue teased and licked at her, then that tongue eased inside her and Kayla went nuts.