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That’s when you heard it.

The lowest deepest moan.

You thought you were just hallucinating, that your brain was overworked and imaging things as you tried to get off. You kept going. Then another moan, quieter this time, more muffled, sounded. You looked towards the wardrobe door facing your bed. You could have sworn you weren’t imagining things, that you actually heard a groan.

“Hello?”, you whispered into the emptiness, still circling your clit and pumping in and out of yourself. “Is anyone there?”

You should have stopped touching yourself and stood up to check but something about this situation excited you. Exhilarated you even.

That’s when a slow exhale escaped from the wardrobe. You knew someone was in there, there had to be. You smirked to yourself but kept going.

“I know you’re in there, come out!” You called.

Nothing.

You repeated yourself, albeit still touching yourself as you did.

“Come outtttt-” you started, voice laced with syrup.

The closet doors opened slightly, your breath caught in your throat mid exhale. “Oh flip”, you thought, someone really is in your wardrobe.

The wardrobe doors slowly opened…a muscular man with blonde hair stepped out. Belt unbuckled, trousers at his ankles. His underwear was slightly lowered at his hips, enough for his cock to spring out. And fuck, did he have a cock. His thick veiny length was glistening with pre cum still leaking out of his tip. Oh my, he had to be at least eight inches you thought. You could feel your brain short circuiting. You looked at his face, then your eyes travelled the distance between his neck to his torso, then you ogled his thick defined thighs. You were screwed you thought.

“What are you doing here?” You squeaked still a little startled, somehow still managing to circle your clit and keep your fingers pumping in and out of you.

The man, oh goodness the sexy hunk of a man, standing in front of you blushed slightly. You looked down and he was still stroking himself.

“I didn’t say you could keep touching yourself,” you huffed, “did I?”

He slowly released himself, not looking nearly enough as ashamed as you expected. As he should be. As you should be. Right? Yet you could bring yourself to be.

“You’re a dirty pervert, aren’t you?” You sighed, looking up at him through your lashes, eyes hooded. He looked at you more intently when you said that, blush getting deeper. “Go on, say it. I. Am. A dirty. Pervertttt” you elongated the words with your tongue touching the back of your teeth as you enunciated the last t.

“I am a dirty pervert” he repeated, the blush growing upwards to the tip of his ears.

You stopped touching yourself and stood up.

Pointing towards the bed you smirked and said “you might as well pay for the free show you were getting, right?” “After all,” you snickered “it’s the polite thing to do”.

Slowly he freed himself of his remaining clothes and you laid back on the bed. He towered over you looking unsure of what to do. You slowly part your legs and grin. “Since you interrupted the fun I was having, you should make it up to me”.

He nodded and repeated in a gruff voice, “I should make it up to you”.

He lowered himself between your thighs and pulled the crotch of your panties back to cover your clit. He licked you relentlessly through the fabric. You let out the most beautiful sigh. This encouraged him to continue his pace.

The rough details of your lace panties heighten the sensation, you were gripping the sheets, legs shaking as he continued to lap at you like a man starved.

“Fuckkkkk” you groaned. Panting now, “what a good pervert” you said between moans. “Does this pervert have a name?”

“Dean” he said.

“Dean” you repeated, rolling the letters between your tongue, “well, Dean, you’re quite skilled with that tongue of yours”.

This encouraged him, his grip on your thighs tightened and he thrust his tongue deep inside you. You felt your walls clench and your abs tightened as your orgasm hit you. Dean kept licking at your cunt. Refusing to let go. You felt a second wave overtake your senses, legs shaking like never before.

“Was that-, was that okay?” He asked

“Close, but I still think I’m owed more” you coyly teased. Rolling over and gesturing for him to get onto the bed.

You slowly straddled him, not allowing him to enter you just yet. You started to grind against his hard cock. And he let out the most obscene moan you’ve ever heard.

“You’re desperate, aren’t you?”, “should I give you what you want?” You grinned through your teeth.

You leaned down to press your lips just below his ear. He turned his head trying to catch your lips in a kiss.

“Ah, ah, ah” you tisked. “Only good boys get kisses”.

He let out a little whine and you moaned.

You lifted your hips allowing you to put his throbbing leaking tip inside of you.

He groaned and began to rut his hips upwards.

You stilled, “I didn’t say you could move” you smiled.

You began to grind against him, with him still inside of you. You went at a torturous pace and Dean clawed at your hips trying to get you to move faster.

“Please” he whimpered. “Faster”, he breathed.

You grinned down at him and began to increase your pace. You looked down at the bulge of his swell in your stomach. “Look,” you murmured “you’re so big, fuck, I can feel you so deep inside me baby”.

He moaned and began to thrust upwards. You don’t stop him this time, losing yourself in the pleasure. You lifted a hand and put it to his throat, squeezing lightly.

“right there baby” he groaned and he touched your hand against his throat. “Harder” he pleaded. “Please”, looking up at you with bewilderment in his eyes.

“Only because you asked so nicely” you groaned as you leaned down to ghost your lips against his. Your hips began to move like they had a mind of their own, chasing your high, using him to reach your peak. “I’m going to cum baby, keep going, don’t stop”

“Fuck!” He growled as you clamped down on him and began to milk him. You felt hot ropes of cum spurt into your cunt. He groaned as you increased the pressure at the nape his neck. You began to moan obscenely as you felt your peak approaching.

Your grip faltered as your hips began to stutter. You felt a new wave of wetness coat your thighs and the man under you. “I’m cumming” you whimpered and finally let go.

You collapsed against the man’s chest as you rode out your pleasure.