Finally Fucking Dean Part 4

Dean and I spent the rest of the weekend christening every room of my townhome. In between our FuckFest sessions Dean and I talked. He told me more about his childhood and how he grew up.

Dean’s brother Jay practically raised him since their parents were functioning alcoholics. Their dad worked construction for a local builder but took off when he found out their mom was cheating with the cook at the bar she worked nights at. Dean spoke of them matter of factly without any pain or anger emitting from his voice. He and Jay have had no contact with their mom since Dean was 16 after a violent fight with her boyfriend. Jay found Dean bloodied to hell that night and had Dean move in with him.

Dean told me about his past relationships. He dated a girl named Brittany during his junior and senior year of High School. They broke up when she left for college while Dean stayed getting a job in construction. When he was 22 he met Megan a bartender while bar hoping with Jay one night. He never gave a reason why things ended with Megan, only that they dated for a couple of years.

Back at work Monday we were putting the final touches on an apartment. Dean was finishing up repainting the living room while I started on clean up.

At lunch we sat in the break room
eating when Dean inquired about my past relationships. There wasn’t too much to tell but I obliged his curiosity. I dated a boy named Trey in high school, we were each others firsts. Things ended when Trey moved way during our senior year after his parents divorced. I had dated a few guys after high school but it never lasted for more than a few weeks until I met Josh. I had taken one of my dogs to the vet after he had a run in with a porcupine. Josh’s dad was our veterinarian. Josh consoled me in the waiting room as I broke down from seeing my poor pup’s face loaded with quills.

Dean had listened quietly to my story. When we returned to work Dean walked around the apartment inspecting each room carefully to ensure our work was complete. I was sweeping in the kitchen when I head him call from the master bathroom.

“Did we miss something? I asked as I found him. I stood beside him at the vanity looking for the fault. “Yeah we definitely missed something” he said gesturing towards the mirror. Dean moved behind me, looking at my reflection “Don’t you see it? It’s right there” he asserted with a smirk.

Dean’s body pressed against the back of mine. His hands reached around the front of my waist inching my shirt up and raising my bra to grant my breasts freedom as our eyes locked in the mirrors reflection. His hands cupping my breast then rolling his palms over my nipples before giving them a light pinch. Dean’s hard cock pressed through his jeans against my ass trapping me between him and the vanity. “Take your shorts off now” he growled. I satisfied his demand also liberating my body of the baby blue thong I was wearing.

I reached my hand behind me to his belt and began to release his cock. I stroked him once he was free staring back at him in the mirror. Dean placed a hand on the back of my neck, his fingers reaching the center of my neck while his other hand seized my hip. “Bend over” he asserted pushing the back of my neck down so that I was bent over letting my breast hover just above the vanity. “Keep your eyes on me” he demanded. His hand released my neck and moved to cover my mouth as he entered me. I whimpered as ecstasy swelled inside me, relishing the fullness of his cock. “Shut up slut” he growled as he continued his assault pounding inside me. His hand moved from my hip to my pussy rubbing his fingers between my lips. His other hand uncovering my mouth to grip my hair as his pussy soaked fingers were now shoved in my mouth. “See how good you taste, suck your pussy juices off my fingers bitch!” I readily complied sucking and slurping his fingers as if they were his cock. “Good girl, just like that” he breathed. He withdrew his fingers from my mouth and spit on this thumb. He fixed his thumb on my asshole and started rubbing it in circles. He had now conquered where I had never allowed any man. He was now the master of my body and pleasure, edging me to an unfamiliar orgasm. As my body wretched against him feeling his cock’s swell promising my warm prize when his thumb pressed into my asshole. My body honored the art of his skill, shaking trembles of pleasure. I covered my mouth with both hands struggling to be soundless as Dean’s cum shot hot inside me as our eyes locked in the mirror. His competent mastery rendering my body latent from gratification.

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