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“That feels fantastic, Dean.” Kayla moaned, pushing back against that wicked tongue, needing more.
Dean repeatedly drove his tongue in as far as he could and drew back, then proceeded to tongue-fuck her like his life depended on it. Kayla was going out of her mind. It felt simply amazing. Her nipples tightened into even harder pebbles. Goosebumps rose along the surface of her skin. Kayla was in heaven.
Whilst driving her out of her mind with his wicked tongue, Dean pushed a finger into her soaked pussy, getting it wet for his next move. When he felt her hole had loosened up enough, he pulled out his tongue and then using only the faintest touch, tapped the sweet rosette with the pad of his thumb. Kayla groaned. And it was a good groan. He replaced his thumb with his lubricated finger and gently wriggled the very tip of his finger, using slow, gentle pressure on the already relaxed opening. Dean prodded Kayla’s hole, taking it slow, just enough to drive her crazy but not to hurt her.
“Try to push me out, baby. But don’t clench on me.” Dean instructed. “And take a deep breath.”
Kayla did as he asked and Dean watched the tight hole swallow his finger to the first knuckle, stretching to accommodate him. Kayla gave a long moan when she felt Dean’s finger pop into her arse. It felt different, dirty and so good.
“Oh, God!” Kayla whispered, loving the sensation so much even her voice trembled.
She writhed against the table, pushing her arse back onto the finger lodged inside her. When Dean slowly sank in his finger to the second knuckle, Kayla cried out as pleasure threatened to steal her sanity, and never return it.
“That feels wonderful, Dean.” She gasped, grounding her arse onto his finger. She’d completely lost track of where she was. Moaning loudly and repeatedly, Kayla gyrated her hips in a shameless dance.
Dean worked his finger in and out, sliding deeper and deeper into her, loosening all the clenching muscles. Kayla’s thigh muscles quivered as she grew frantic, her hips thrusting erratically as she fucked herself on that awesome finger, whimpering, pleading. She wanted more.
“Dean…” She cried out.
“I’m right here, Kay.” Dean husked as he stood up from his crouched position, his thick, long finger fucking Kayla with skilled precision. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
Still working his finger in and out of Kayla, Dean rubbed the head of his hard throbbing cock against her wet slit, then entered her with one deep thrust, delighting in Kayla’s scream of pleasure.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Kayla panted her litany of lust as pleasure battered her senses with the double assault. The pleasure of having Dean’s cock back inside her completely shut her brain down.
Dean knew that just like Kayla, he was decidedly not in control anymore. He would have been worried had it not felt better than anything. He was too turned on to think. He thrust his finger into her arse as he pounded his cock into her pussy, his hips pumping in synchronicity with his finger. Dean felt Kayla tighten on his cock and almost lost his balance. He cried out as he bore down, the frayed remains of his discipline totally gone. He thrust forward, grinding deep, rotating his hips to intensify their pleasure, burrowed deeper and deeper whilst finger-fucking her arse like there was no tomorrow.
“Oh, holy hell,” Dean growled. He felt like he was flying to pieces and never wanted the amazing feeling to end but also knew it had to end before he lost his mind.
He reached beneath Kayla with his other hand, his fingers hovering so close to her aching clit but not touching. Kayla could feel the heat of his hand and didn’t understand why Dean wasn’t touching her clit as she was dying for him to do. The sensation was driving her crazy, getting her wound up.
“Dean please…” She moaned in frustration. She needed to come so bad.
“Tell me what you want my love.” Dean husked. “Tell me.”
Kayla’s eyes shot open in surprise at Dean’s demand. Did he seriously want her to spell out what she wanted? But what she saw when her eyes opened made her breath hitch in her throat. Someone…Jean, was leaning against the railing directly opposite the table they were fucking on, his ankles were crossed, a hand stuck inside his pocket, a cigarette stuck between his lips… watching them fuck. Jean’s eyes locked with hers.
Sweet Jesus! For how long had he been watching them, Kayla wondered. And he was close enough to see them clearly and hear every word spoken. But even as she wondered and flushed shamefully, Kayla couldn’t call a halt to what was happening. She was too far gone on pleasure to stop. Something about Jean watching as Dean pounded into her, made this more exciting. Shameful in a way, but exciting.
There was something so highly erotic about it that Kayla instantly felt the beginnings of an explosive release within her body. It felt like Dean was everywhere, inside her pussy and her arse, fucking vigorously into her from behind, and at the same time, looking directly at her. Kayla felt her orgasm bubble just under the surface of her skin, waiting for a touch to her clit to burst forth.
“I want you to touch me.” She breathed, staring back at Jean with a look of lust, desire, and…defiance?
Jean smiled slightly. He would give it to her…she had balls, he thought. Now he knew exactly why his brother was so over the moon for her. Kayla was what they called, ‘Classy Sizzle’. She was defiantly worth losing an ‘I-love-youginity’ over. Dean lost his to a deserving chic for sure.
“I’m already touching you, baby. You’re going to have to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you.” Dean’s voice sounded so sexy a shiver raced down Kayla’s spine.
What was Dean doing to her? He knew perfectly well where she wanted his touch. Why did he want her to spell it out? She was dying. Going out of her mind. She had been denied completion for too long and just wanted that tiny touch that would set her off. With determination, Kayla wriggled her hips downward, trying to get closer to the hand hovering over her clit. But Dean knew what she was trying to do and made sure her clit never touched his hand. A sob tore out of Kayla.
“Tell me, Kayla.” He cajoled. God, he loved this woman. “Just tell me.”
She almost squeezed her eyes shut in shame, but couldn’t look away from Jean. She was nearly hyperventilating from need. What was he going to think about her if she blurted out what she wanted to Dean? Then Kayla saw it…it was very slight but she saw it clearly… Jean’s nod of encouragement. In the end, her body’s need overpowered her apprehension and shame. Kayla licked suddenly dry lips.
“My clit.” She whispered. Then in a stronger voice, she said; “Touch my clit, please. I need to com…”