Suddenly, Dean lifted me up and laid me on the bed. He then pushed my thighs apart. This time, it was his turn to fall to his knees. He teased me by kissing his way up my thighs, leaving a wet trail. I squirmed, wanting him to end the torture. He laughed
/smugly, his hot breath making my pink pussy tense.

Finally, he put his mouth over my pussy, sucking gently. I sucked in sharply, letting the air out in a used his tongue to stoke me. He sucked on my clit and buried his tongue in my pussy. I was trying to hard not to cum, but he was skilled.

I couldn't hold my orgasm in. I moaned loudly and pulled my legs up to his ears.

To my surprise, he slowed but didn't stop. After a minute, he slipped a finger inside me, swiftly followed by a second. He pumped in and out while not having moved his hot mouth. I felt another climax coming. I moaned in encouragement and let him manipulate
/me to the finish again. I wondered how long he was going to do this to me.

As if he had heard my question, Dean moved up and spoke in my ear. "I'm going to do this until you scream my name." He continued fingering me, using his thumb to rub my clit. "You're going to beg to feelmy dickinside you."

"Never, Dean," I protested, even as my body betrayed me by cumming again. My moaning was right in his ear. I whimpered, but was determined not to let him win.

"That doesn't count." He put his mouth on my nipple, using his hand to pinchand twist the other one. His mouth felt so good, and I was overcome by desire.

The last thing I wanted to was to do anything to contribute to Dean Winchester's ego. I was sure I'd never hear the end of it if I did as he asked. But then I felt his cock, hard and thick, on my skin,and I felt my resolve slip away, to be replaced
/by lust. I needed a cock inside me. His was punishing me, and I didn't care one bit. I bit my lip as I came again, trying to keep down the word that would give me what I wanted. It came out anyway.

"Ohhh... Dean" I whispered. His fingers slipped out of me.

"What was that?" He taunted.

I gave up. "Dean." I said, louder. "Dean, that felt so fucking good, Dean,"

He grabbed my tit roughly. "That doesn't sound like you mean it. Maybe I'll just keep going, but I won't let you cum anymore," he threatened.

He had done it. He broke me down. "Please..." I whispered.

"'Please'what?" He asked knowingly. He stroked his cock gently.

"Please... fuck me" I moaned quietly.

"Louder. Beg for this cock. Tell me how much you want to feel my thick cock inside you," he commanded.

I was in no position to disobey. "I need your big fat cockinside me! I need you to fuck me until I cum screaming your name! You make me so wet! Please just fuck my tightpussy!" I yelled, no longer caring who heard.

"Good girl,"Dean didn't wait any longer and shoved his cock inside me. I felt my insides shift. I was moaning again right away.

"Oh God, you feel so good!" I pulled him down and kissed him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me over. I arched my back as he entered me from behind. The way he pulled by hips back toward him sent me over the edge, my pussy squeezing hard. Dean slapped my ass and kept going.

Coming back to reality, I heard him muttering obscenities. I leaned back, coming almost flush against his muscular chest; I wrapped my arm around his neck.

"That's right, fuck me just like that," I groaned in his ear. "Tear me open with that big cock,"

He moaned louder, and grabbed my tits again as he came. He bent me down and grabbed my ass roughly and he slowed. He fell on the bed.

"If you're tired, then too bad." I told him definitely. You're gonna come again. His eyebrows shot up. "I'm going to make sure you come again," I whispered in his ear. His cock twitched.

I sucked the cum off his cock and patiently got it hard again. Then I climbed on top of him and bounced on his dick.

"Holy shit, Cat," he breathed, touching me.

Ultimately, I think we both were satisfied with the way our fight ended. We each made sure that our paths crossed much more often in the future, and now that we knew how to work out or differences, we worked a lot better together. Sometimes, I started
arguing with him just to work it all out. Sam usually just rolled his eyes at us. I figured that he probably knew what went down (as neither of us had been quiet). Either way, he didn't mention it.