Finally Fucking Dean Part 3

It was evening before Dean dropped me back off at my place. I thought about inviting him in but I knew we would just spend the whole night fucking. Tomorrow was Monday and I figured we could both use a rest. When Dean parked in my driveway he kissed my lips, his tongue tantalizing and teasing mine. He lifted my dress uncovering my naked pussy. “Sweet little pussy” was all he said as I got out of his truck and headed inside.

Back inside my townhome I melted on my couch. This was surrealist thing to ever happen to me. Apart of me reveled in my sexual prowess while another part of me feared Dean only thought of me as his fuck toy. While I did want to be his fuck toy I also was a relationship kind of girl. Sure I’ve had a couple of one night stands while vacationing but it felt different since all parties involved knew we’d never meet again.

The next day Dean and I acted like nothing had ever happened between us. When I got in my shower stall I hoped he would join me. Apart of me was wanting to give in to lust while my heart screamed to be more reserved and cautious. Dean hopped in his stall by the time I was finishing up.

While blow drying my hair at the counter I saw Dean walking up behind me. He was shirtless in his low cut jeans, the waistband of his boxers showing. He stood behind me looking over my head watching my face in the mirror. Once my hair was dry I unplugged my blow dryer leaving it on the counter for the next day. Dean had finally put on his black T-shirt, my thoughts quietly thankful because it was difficult not to stare at his body in the mirror. Dean stood beside me as I finished putting my makeup in my bag. I was a bit nervous to look up at him. “You want to get some dinner?” He asked breaking the silence. “Sure” I agreed.

We drove separately to a sub shop a few minutes away. Walking in together I suddenly realized just how nervous I was. We ordered and had a seat in a booth at the back of the shop. It was pretty dead, only a couple of other customers inside. As we waited for our order I nervously sipped my water and glanced around the room. I’d driven by this place at least a hundred times but never went in. I think Dean could feel the silent tension coming off my body.

“I’ve never been here before” Dean remarked breaking the silence for the second time. “Me either but it the food smells good so that’s a good sign” I returned. Dean agreed and took a long swig of his water. Not a moment later the server came with our food and I was more than happy to dig in instead of hopelessly trying and failing to find something to talk about.

My thoughts raced with doubts “What if all we have is physical chemistry?” my mind questioned. After taking a bite from my sub I looked up to find Dean studying me. I smiled at him trying to ease his worried expression. “You know I really like you” Dean stated. I waited for him to continue but only silence filled the air. “I really like you too” finding my voice. Dean opened his mouth to say something but his eyes suddenly fixed above my head. I turned to see what he was looking at and spotted Josh at the counter ordering. I was pretty sure he hadn’t noticed me since my back was facing the room. I could see Dean’s body tense. his elbows now on the table with his hands clasped together, waiting to see if Josh was getting his food togo or sit at a table.

Of course Josh sat at a table with his friend Conner. I told Dean to just ignore him and maybe he won’t even see us. Dean relaxed at my request but it killed the mood for our conversation. Dean and I ate silently hoping Josh and Connor would leave. The server brought us our bill as we finished up and Dean insisted on paying. I thanked him politely but was still concerned if Josh was still sitting at the table not ten feet behind me. I wanted to turn around and check but I knew if he spotted me it could mean trouble. Dean asked if I was ready to go, we stood up and I turned around only to behold Josh’s surprised expression upon seeing me and Dean. Dean wore a stoic mask, grabbed my hand and led me outside to my car. I sat in the drivers seat and rolling down the window after Dean closed my car door. He lowered himself and propped his arms on my door. Our eyes locked and I felt sweet relief as Dean kissed me softly and slowly. All of the lust I had been pushing down for hours had now bubbled over. I grabbed the back of Dean’s head intertwining my fingers in his hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow” I breathed as Dean lips parted mine. He smiled at me and tapped the roof of my car as a final fair well.

The rest of the weekday flew by. Dean and I were finally making progress on yet another vacant hoarder’s apartment. We played rock, paper, scissors to decide who had to clean out the rotted food from the fridge. Of course I lost but that only meant Dean had to clean the bathroom.

Dean and I had plans to hang out at my house Friday night. After showering he followed me back to my place in his bronco. I had told Dean earlier in the day to park his car beside mine in the garage since my neighbors car had been broken into the week before. We made our way inside weighing our take out options as the the dogs greeted us. I opened the back door letting the dogs out as Dean sat down on the couch. I sat beside him leaning into him. Dean wrapped his arm around my shoulders pulling me in closer. I squeezed my body against his inhaling the scent on this shirt. He always smells so good. Dean played with my hair, lifting up strands of hair as if to study them before planting a kiss on my head. I suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore, at least not for food. Dean asked how many rooms are upstairs so I jumped up and said “Come see for yourself”.

The upstairs opens to a small loft where I have a sofa and desk with my computer. Down the short hallway to the left is my bedroom and master bath. Dean entered my room slowly. Stopping at my dresser looking at the pictures wedged in the seam of the mirror. My white down converter covered in a soft cotton white duvet.

Dean seemed to approve and smiled at me as he sat on the edge of my bed. Now there was a sight to behold. Dean looking as hot as ever, jeans and a black tshirt smiling at me from my bed. The thought sent a chill through me. I walked up to Dean placing myself in between his legs and kissed him as I wrapped my hands around his neck. Dean leaned back letting me fall on top of him, his hands grazing over my body before settling on my ass with a squeeze. “Take these off” he demanded with a slap to my ass. I rolled on to the bed beside him and began unbuttoning my jeans. I must of been too slow because Dean stood up grabbing the ankles of my jeans and yanking them off with such force my thong came off stopping around my thighs. And there was that smirk again. He fixated right on my pussy. I pulled my thong back into place as Dean crept closer to me till he was crawling on the bed. Once he reached me he scooped my ass up off the bed and tossed me up so my head was now on the pillows. I pulled Dean’s shirt off over his head revealing his devastatingly sexy body.

It was hard to pin point a favorite body part besides his perfect cock. His arms were toned and muscled like he grew up on a farm. His shoulders were broad and manly. His chest and abs were perfectly chiseled under his tan skin. Dean watched approvingly as my eyes took in his body. He lowered his mouth to mine crushing his body into me. He pulled up my shirt and felt my bare breasts beneath it. He pulled off my shirt so my breasts were now on his chest. As he ground into me my hard nipples rubbed against his chest. Dean’s mouth crushed against mine. His tongue fervently searching for mine. Dean’s hand was cradling the back of my head while the other arm propped himself up above me. “I want so you bad” he breathed. “I miss feeling you cum inside me” I returned with a devilish smile. He let out a low growl as a reply.

His mouth traced down to my neck kissing my skin as he reached my nipples. He teased them gently licking and sucking lightly. I ground my hips into him out of frustration and wanting. He chuckled and pinned my arms with his hands while pushing down my hips with his. “Now I can do what I want with you” he whispered. Our eyes locked as he continued his slow assault on my nipples. Deliberately taking his time nibbling on each one. Without warning he sucked my right nipple hard and fast before biting down. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my hip and I attempted to push my hips up. “Oh no you don’t” as he pushed my arms above my head, pinning both of my wrists down with one hand. He started unbuckling his belt and I bucked beneath him.

Within seconds his cock was free of his jeans and boxers laying against my stomach. “You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you? You know what I do to dirty little sluts? I fuck them like them like the sluts they are”.

And with that he released the grip on my wrists flipping me over and yanking my hips up so I was ass up and face down. Grabbing my thong at my hips he yanked them off me throwing them behind him. Without warning he pushed his cock inside me only getting about half way in. He grunted “Fuck your always so tight”. He pumped hard and fast as his cock slide all the way in. “Oh fuck there it is baby” he groaned. I gripped onto the sheets, turning my head to the left looking up at him. It was hard to see his face but I had a perfect view of his body moving into mine. His hips driving forward into me. He leaned forward to my face and kissed me pausing as his dick was fully inside me, he whispered “Now squeeze your pussy bitch”. I eagerly complied and moaned as I felt his cock at my back pussy walls. “Oh fuck Dean, keep fucking me, please don’t stop”. He obliged with his cock ramming into me. He took a fistful of my hair and smacked my ass hard as fuck. The sting swept over my ass cheek sweetly. “You like that don’t you? You love it when I fuck you rough.” “Yes! Yes! I fucking love it baby! Please don’t stop!”

Dean flipped me over on my back without any warning and entered me again as he placed both hands around my neck. I cried out in pleasure but his firm grasp barely let any sound escape. Dean looked into my eyes saying “This is my fucking pussy bitch! I own this pussy! You hear me bitch?! You feel this cock fucking you? This is your cock! Only yours! You fucking hear me bitch?!” Our orgasms met as the last of his words came out. I writhed beneath him in the ecstasy of my orgasms feeling the ropes of Dean’s warm cum shoot inside me as he yelled “Fuuuck”. Dean removed his hands from my throat as he collapsed on top of me. He breathed deeply, our chests together and slowly caught his breath. He looked down at me and kissed me gently. “You have no idea how good you feel” he breathed. “I actually have a pretty good idea” I replied.

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