The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 133

Emma reached for Dean’s zipper, tugging it down. She was breathing fast and hard, her whole body drenched with desire for him. She pulled his jeans and boxers off, threw them on the bedroom floor. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around his erection, stroking up and down, feeling his incredible length and hardness.

“Emma.” His voice was a warning growl.

“Yes, Dean?”

“Stop teasing me, angel.”

“But why?” She lowered her head, held his green eyes. “I love teasing you.”

His hips came right off the bed as her sweet, hot mouth closed over his c**k. Dean watched as his length disappeared into her mouth and he held her head, trying to fight the rising wave of climax. She slid down and back up, swirling her tongue around him at the tip and the base, and Dean jerked under her. She loved having this strong man totally under her control, and she sucked harder, knowing what he liked.

Dean couldn’t stop himself now and he began to raise and lower his hips, silently begging for her to take his thrusts into her mouth.

She moaned in response, loving his need, and he felt his whole body respond to that small sound.

Oh, f**k… I’m gonna come. Not like this – I want to be inside her.

“I need you, Emma,” he panted. “I want to make love to you. Please.”

She licked his length, pulling back slowly, releasing him a little bit at a time, and he almost lost it.

“Emma!”

“Yes, Dean?”

“Enough teasing. Come here.”

Eagerly, she moved back up his body and he took her in his arms. He kissed her, almost savagely, and she felt her p***y open up, heat up, slick up, with anticipation.

He rolled on the condom, fingers shaking, then raised himself up on his forearms. She opened her legs, her back arching under him.

He ran his fingers through her short hair, saw the lust glittering in her dark blue eyes.

“You want me, Emma?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes.” She gasped as he guided his c**k to her wet entrance and dipped into her before pulling out again. “God, yes.”

“I want you to come on my c**k, baby.” He pushed into her again, a bit farther this time, before withdrawing. “I want you to come hard.”

She gripped his hips, trying to pull him inside her, but he held back.

“Promise me you’ll come hard for me, Emma.” He placed the throbbing tip inside her, then stopped. “Say it.”

“Dean.” Her voice was hot and breathless. “I’m going to come for you. Hard.”

“Let’s see it, baby.”

He pulled back and then in one thrust, he filled her. He pushed deeper, then deeper still. She gave a cry and wrapped her whole body around him; she was off the bed, clinging to him, tight and wet and begging.

Dean slid his hands under her ass, lifted her against him, angling his hips to reach as far into her as possible. She threw her head back and he ran his tongue down the length of her throat. She gripped his broad shoulders and moaned, long and loud.

He stared down at her gorgeous face, her cheeks flushed, her mouth swollen and luscious. She closed her eyes as her orgasm started to build, and she met Dean thrust for thrust, reaching for that release that was so close… just a bit more.

A bit more. A bit harder. Oh, God… there.

His name fell from her lips over and over again as she came, her p***y tightening and relaxing on him. The clenching on his c**k sent his whole body into overdrive, and he heard himself call her name as he released inside her, tensing and flexing, pushing into her tight channel. His whole body strained, shuddered, then collapsed. He held his weight off her body, lowered his lips to hers.

Emma kissed him, exhausted and sated. He ran his tongue over her mouth, probing, and she opened to him. They kissed again, deeply, slowly. Tasting each other; teasing each other.

Dean lowered his forehead to Emma’s, gently brushed his fingertips over her cheeks.

“You OK, angel?” he said.

She mumbled, and he laughed.

“Was that a yes?”

“Uh-huh.”

He rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He stayed inside her, clutching her tight against his hips. “Was I too rough?”

She opened her eyes. “No way. I loved it.”

“Yeah, me too.” He touched her lips. “I love you.”

“Oh, Dean. I love you too.”

Her kissed again, hard, and she moaned. He chuckled.

“When you make that sound, I just want to make love to you again.”

“That sounds good to me.”

They grinned at each other and then Dean slowly pulled out of her. He covered Emma’s small body with the blankets and swung his feet to the floor. She watched his taut back as he went into her attached bathroom, and sighed.

Good God, is he hot or what?