He slammed his open palm onto the wall behind me, right above my shoulder. His eyes were no longer on my face. I suddenly became very aware of the fact that my pants were across the room. He growled. "I tried to help! Maybe your ungrateful ass justcan't
/understand that!"

Much to my annoyance, my mind suddenly couldn't think of anything else to say back. No comebacks. And yet I still opened my mouth to came out was something of a surprise. "Maybe I just haven't beentaught gratitude," my heart skipped a beat when itoccurred
to me what I had said.

One of Dean'seyebrows rose by a centimeter. He grabbed my hip with a deliberate strength. His voice dropped, "Maybe it's time someone taught you then." He held my gaze.

I couldn't tell if it was a threat or a promise. I hoped it wasa promise. I suddenly felt ten times hotter. I wasn't sure if I was drowning or floating, but I knew I wanted whatever was coming next.

He leaned in, moving his hand to my neck. He kissed me roughly, pulling my face to his. We were still feeling our fight, and our emotions spilled over into the physical. I reached out to put my handson his back, sliding oneup to his neck. I ran

the tips of my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. My other hand found the hem of his T-shirt and slipped underneath. I tried to hide my body's reaction to the hard muscle and hot skin.

Dean stepped closer, effectively trapping me between him and the wall. Feeling our bodies flush against each other made me sure I was getting wet. I remembered again that there wasn't much fabric to hide this fact if Dean were to check.

He pulled roughly away and ripped his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. Then he pushed me even harder against the wall, this time using his body right away. His hands were suddenly under my top as his lips went back to mine, surely leaving bruises
/in the shape of his fingerprints. One hand pressed firmly on the small of my back, while the other reached down to cup my ass. He pulled away again, this time keeping his hips on my body and separating our top halves just enough toreachfor the hem
/of my top and strip it offme, taking in my form hungrily.

I attempted to take this opportunity to regain some control of the situation, pushing myself off the wall, but Dean pushed back. He leaned in and breathed in my ear.

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long," his words,combined with the heat of his breath, made my insides melt. "You're not getting away from me now," to prove his point, he grabbed meharshly and ranone finger along my skin.

I swear I started dripping down my legs. Mywhole body came to life, sending a jolt down my spine. In response, I exhaled hard, my breath dragging a soft moan out of me. My hand went backto his neck, fingers tangling themselves in his short hair.

Dean's hot mouth landed on my neck, planting hungry, open-mouthed kisses, punctuated by nips and sucking my flesh into his mouth. I breathed heavily, which made mytits push against his shirtless form.

I pushed him away enough for my hands to fly to his pants, undoing them hastily. He sensed what I was doing and pushed his pants down, revealing a sizeable bulge straining against his boxer briefs. I grabbed the bulge, rubbing it with an open hand. Dean's
/hips shot forward as he watched me. He let me push him toward the bed.I locked eyes with him and slowly sank to my knees.

I watched his face contort as I teased him, purposefully going painfully slow as I rubbed him and hooked my fingers in the waistband of the single piece of fabric keeping him from being totally naked in front of me. His cock bounced to attention as I
/released it.

I tried not to let him see my reaction to the sight of him. Inches in front of my face was one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. Not overly long, and with a thickness that made me question if it would fit inside me. Just how I liked them. My mouth
/started watering just thinking about it. I grabbed it by the base and stroked the length of it, twisting as I pulled. Dean became impatient and I felt pressure on the back of my head, guiding my mouth toward his cock.

I smirked, then planted my wet tongue at the point where his balls me his dick. Looking up to find him watching me, I dragged my tongue over the big nerve on the bottom length of his cock. I ran all the way up to the head, at which point I slid it intomy
/mouth.

Dean let out a shaky breath and his hips jerked forward.I utilized both my hands and my mouth, taking as much of him as I could. I bobbed my head up and down. My saliva was filling the space not occupied by dick, soon leaking out.

Dean moaned. "Uhhh yeah... suck on my cock..." his hand was increasing the pressure behind my head. His words encouraged me to go faster, trying to swallow the whole thing. My hands were slick. I could taste the salty drops of precum he released.

Then he was pulling me up, sticking an open palmbetween my legs. My muscles tensedat the warm touch. His hand closed around me, as if to say that my pussy belonged to him. Pressure on my opening. He smirked, obviously feeling how wet I had already gottenthrough
/my panties.

"Does my cock turn you on that much...slut?" He added the word to the end of his rhetorical question. He hadn't even touched any place that could be called a sexual one, and here I was, dripping into his hand.

I attempted to protest at the derogatory term, but he grabbed my crotch even harder, making me take a step forward, and all I could finish my pathetic try with was a low noise. My hips grewa mind of their own and started gyrating slightly, not enough
/to move the rest of me, but enough to assure Dean of what he had already guessed: I liked everything he was doing to me.

"That's what I thought." He slipped down the front of my panties and pushed a single finger inside me—but only about an inch inside. I moaned, bucking my hips. Keeping his hand stationary, he used the other to shove my panties down, enough to reveal my
/smooth pussy. He pulled his hand away, sucking my juices off his finger. I felthis gaze on my wet lips and couldn't helpbut feelexposed.

I couldn't take it anymore—I pulled my panties the rest of the way down and kicked them away. Dean stepped out of his clothes that were still around his ankles as I unhooked my bra. He grabbed it away from me and took a moment to admire my naked body.

Dean eyed me hungrily before grunting a command: "get over here so I can fuckthat soft pussy," his cock bounced at the thought.

"Make me," I challenged him.

His eyes shot back up to my face, mouth stretching into a sinister grin. Then he was up and closed the distance (gained when we stripped)in a single stride. He kissed me roughly, using his hands on my ass to pull me up and into him. His cock came up toabout
/my stomach, and I could feel how hard he was. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, biting it gently. Dean slapped my ass and broke the kiss.