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He’d been staring at an oblivious Kayla for almost a minute and that was all the time it had taken for his cock to get as hard as rock. The sight of Kayla in that hot fuck-me dress, with her eyes closed in obvious pleasure, the flush of need on her cheeks and her hardened nipples standing out in that dress was so erotically captivating. And the fact that she was touching those hard nipples was just sinful icing on the cake. It was a sight Dean wasn’t ever going to forget. She was so fucking beautiful.
Kayla gasped and allowed her hands to fall to her sides. What the fuck was Dean doing there, she thought, slightly panicked. Briana had told her they were alone in the house. A hot shiver coursed through Kayla as she stared at Dean, the love of her life… the ruler of her pussy, Kayla thought with a silent groan as she felt her pussy flooding with moisture and heat.
The sexual ferocity on Dean’s face caused her pussy to clench in need even as she tried to remember all the reasons why she shouldn’t be in the same room with the guy. It had always been that way between them…all it took for their desire to boil over was just a look. And boy, did he look hot in his sea-blue polo shirt and white pants. He’d obviously been to play golf. And Dean in his golf outfit was always so mouthwateringly sexy, it always made her cream her pants. When Dean started walking towards her in that sexy way she adored, Kayla’s legs almost buckled beneath her.
“Dean…” She breathed.
Dean pushed the door of the fridge close and slowly reached for Kayla. Kayla couldn’t move. Her brain screamed at her to move, move out of Dean’s reach, move out of the kitchen…but her feet were rooted to the ground.
Dean’s arms went around Kayla’s waist to hold her to him as his mouth found its way to the sensitive spot on her neck. Kayla moaned brokenly as she went from wet to drenched in microseconds. Oh God, she had to stop this, Kayla thought desperately.
“Dean, please.” Kayla gasped shakily, feeling Dean’s wet tongue on her sensitive skin.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” Dean murmured huskily into Kayla’s ear, making her shiver with need. “Tell me.”
Then with a lustful moan, Kayla was seeking Dean’s lips. She was desperate for his lips. It felt like she would die if she didn’t kiss those lips.
When their lips slammed together, it was like an electric current had gone off inside both of them. Both moaned uncontrollably as they devoured each other, not even noticing when Briana pulled the kitchen door shut with a satisfied smile. It had gone way better than she and Tristan had planned.
And when Dean eventually took control of the kiss, Kayla almost passed out. She’d been kissed lots of times by Dean, but this took the cake. It was mind-blowingly orgasmic. Kayla was trembling so much from sheer need, she knew she would go out of her mind if she didn’t get off. As if he could read her mind, Dean pushed the neck of her low-cut dress down together with her bra to release her full breasts with their hardened nipples. Then without wasting any time, Dean tore his mouth from Kayla’s and bent to take a distended nipple into the heat of his wet mouth and sucked on it.
Kayla went wild. With a loud cry, her head snapped back and her back arched as her hands automatically reached for the back of Dean’s head to hold him to her. Dean pushed Kayla against the fridge and switched to her other nipple, this time, taking the recently-sucked nipple in between his fingers at the same time, to twist and pull. Then as he tormented those taut nipples, Dean’s questing fingers moved under Kayla’s dress to find the edge of her thong’s elastic band. His fingers eased beneath the band and moved down to slide through the silky moisture that slickened Kayla’s folds to rub her clit. Kayla couldn’t have stopped the scream that tore out of her throat as her orgasm slammed into her.
Before she got down from that high, Dean was bending her over the Island. Then he was unzipping his pants and releasing that beautiful big throbbing cock of his. Dean didn’t waste time taking off Kayla’s panties. He simply reached for a kitchen knife and cut it off her. Then taking a firm but gentle hold of her hips, Dean gently and slowly pushed into Kayla’s soaked, tight heat as if he was afraid of hurting her.
“Oh fuck, Kay.” Dean groaned, caressing her creamy arse. “You’re so tight.” He moaned as he finally merged them together fully, still feeling her contractions from her orgasm.
“Damn, I’ve missed you.” He said huskily even as he started slowly thrusting in and out of Kayla’s heat.
“Oh my God!” Kayla cried out. It was so good.
“Are you okay?” Dean husked, slowing down his thrusts even more.
Fuck, had she always been this warm down there, Dean wondered silently. And even as he took his pleasure, he made a mental note to ask his mother whether it was normal or there was something wrong. He damn right wasn’t going to take any chances where his woman and child were concerned.
“Dean Broody, will you fuck me harder?” Kayla growled. “I’m not going to break.”
“Baby, I don’t want to hur…”
“Shut up and fuck me like a man.” She snapped, cutting him off. Then she completely ruined her sexy command by adding in a soft whimper… “Please.” Dean couldn’t help the grin that broke out on his face. God, he loved her.
And fuck her, he did. Dean’s hips began to slam into Kayla, knocking the breath from her lungs even as he drove her up the pleasure path yet again. Faster and faster he moved, his whole body tensed as he heated up with every lunge. Kayla felt even sweeter on his cock than Dean remembered, he thought with his head thrown back in pleasure. His moans became louder and louder as he began to lose the tight control he held over his body.
“Oh fuck, baby. You are so hot, and wet, and slick, and tight…” Dean chanted as he fucked even harder into Kayla, their erotic cries filling the kitchen.
“Dean…” Kayla cried out as her eyes grew more dilated with her passion.