Demon Dean One Shot
Nervousness flutters through my stomach as I stumble in wobbly heels through the motel room door.
"Classy." I mutter to myself as the tall, brooding man that brought me here walks in behind me, softly shutting the door.
"Exactly how I like to keep things." he said before grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around. Face to face, a wolfish grin breaks out across half of his mouth, curling into a devilish smile.
"Dean Winchester is the king of Classy." he growls, kicking his shoes off before smashing his lips into mine. I trip over my clumsy heeled feet as he walks forward. long strides leading me across the room before pressing me against the wall, massive hands feeling up the sides of my body.
He kisses me deeper, more harsh as his hands kneed at my breast, his pelvis grinding on mine as he pushes himself against me. I lose what feels like all my breath in this kiss but he's relentless, not allowing one second of air between us. Finally, he lifts his face from mine and starts leaving hot, wet kisses down the side of my neck. My breaths, coming as moans instead of gasps as he lights a fire throughout my entire body.
"Oh God." I whisper breathlessly, completely consumed by a tingling feeling spreading throughout my body, numbing me to everything except pleasure.
"God can't help you here." Dean says, looking me in the eyes. They were completely black.
Panic started flaring through my body, combating with hormones. I lose all train of thought as my mind goes completely blank, trying to form any sort of coherent thought. His strong hands travel up my thighs, lifting up my too short red dress up slowly. His fingers leaving flaming trails on my skin as they dance over the exposed flesh, snapping me back into reality. I take a staggered breath in as the feelings overwhelm me, scrambling my brain more than it already was. I rake my nails down his back, shredding his shirt. I grab the hem and yank the shirt up, separating us for a split second before the clothing was tossed to the side and he was back against me on the wall, eating my face with deep and sweet tasting kisses. I wrap my arms around his naked torso, feeling more of him,unable to get enough of his skin on mine.
"I want you." I whispered in his ear, nibbling lightly on his earlobe before moving down to suck on his neck. His strong hand grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his still black eyes.
"And for tonight," he begins, licking his lips, "you'll have me." he says before grabbing my waist and flinging me around so I stumble onto the bed.
He slinks toward me, like an animal stalking its prey. I lay backwards on the bed as he finally reaches me and leans over me, one hand holding him up, the other lifting the rest of my dress up so i was completely undressed from the waist down with the exception of my thong and heels.
I pant heavily as his fingers start traveling back down and stopping across the top of my underwear, his fingers trailing back and forth.
"Please." I beg him through a moan.
"Please what?" he asks darkly. "You need to learn to use your words."
"Please touch me. Do whatever you want, do it all, I don't care, just please make me feel good." I begged and moaned, not wanting to be trapped by this tension anymore.
Before I know it my underwear is being ripped off of me, the pieces falling to the floor. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees, the tip of his tongue dragging up the inside of my thigh. He stopped, planted a kiss and did the same thing to my other thigh. He separated my legs farther with his massive, calloused hands and dipped his tongue into me before dragging it up and slowly circling my clitoris. I let out sharp gasps as shocks of pleasure surge through my body. My hand weaves through his thick brown hair and grips it by the roots, pulling his head in closer. My moans grow louder as his mouth grows faster. A brief thought about neighbors flutters through my brain but it's turned to mush and the thought disappears almost as quickly as it had arrived. He was like an animal, or, more accurately, like a man who had had his first sip of water after a decade of none. I look down and lock eyes with him and see that they’re a beautiful green color. The black must've been a trick of the light. As his mouth moves on me he begins working two fingers inside me, hammering them into my g spot. My orgasm takes hold as my limbs stiffen and begin to shake, moans rolling out of my mouth uncontrollably as waves of pleasure hit again and again.
Just as my limbs begin to relax Dean reaches up, grabs a fistful of my hair and slams his lips into mine again, letting me taste myself. I moan against his mouth as his tongue swirls with mine. He pulls away panting and brings his two wet fingers to my lips, slowly dragging them across before inserting them into my mouth, allowing me to lick his fingers clean of my orgasm. Dean clears his throat before leaning down and licking my lips with his, lightly sucking on the bottom one. He moves his head to whisper in my ear
"Do you see how incredible you taste? I could eat there all day." he says.
His eyes meet mine again, this time shining the same onyx black they were just moments ago, the green nowhere to be found.
He gives me a smirk and leans down to me, a showdow crossing over his face revealing his green eyes once more.
“You looked incredible with my fingers in your mouth.” he whispers, “Let's see just how good you look with my dick in it.” before dragging me to my knees. Hastily I undo his belt and rip it out of the loops. I undo the button and yank his jeans and boxers down together, letting his erection spring out. He takes himself in one hand and slowly begins jerking himself off, his head falling back and a low, guttural moan slipping out of his lips. I take one hand and replace his with mine, keeping up the pace he started before bringing my mouth around the head of his penis, sheathing my teeth and slowly sucking, running my tongue in circles around the tip. His low moan turned louder as I kept the pace. I use my free hand to lightly cup his testicals and being to give light, pulsing squeezes. I feel him tense up before he reaches a hand down, weaving a fistful of my hair through his strong and lengthy fingers and starts forcing my head down on his hard and girthy erection. I remove my hands and give him full control as he vigorously fucks my face, not allowing me a second of air as he fills my throat with himself over and over. I slowly slide one hand down my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before allowing my fingers to enter my slick folds and start running slow circles around my swollen clit. A shiver runs through my body as I make contact. Needing more stimulation I hastily bring my other hand up to my covered breast and start fondling my stiff nipples. I give one a light twist and moan around the massive, throbbing cock that's still filling my throat. The vibrations from my moan make give a dark grunt before he forces himself farther down my throat and finishes.
He releases his hold on my hair and I sit back on my knees, wiping my mouth, feeling disappointed that this was how our night was going to end. I stand up before bending down to pick up the shredded remains of my underwear when I feel something on my back. I straighten myself and before I knew what was happening my dress, now unzipped, fell to the floor around my heeled feet in a crimson circle. I spin around to face him and see him eyeing me up and down approvingly, His penis still noticeably stiff.
"What-" I start
"Did you really think you could get out of here so quickly?" he snarls “Im nowhere near finished with you yet.” he states as he picks me up and lays me out on the bed, my entire body now visible to him.
He stands back, admiring my physique from the end of the bed before lifting my legs up onto his shoulders and lining up his still hard cock up with my wet, begging hole. He gives me a crazed grin before slamming himself all the way into me without a moment to adjust. I gasp deeply at the intrusion. I knew the monster he kept behind denim and a zipper was huge, but I'd had no idea just how full it would make me feel once inside.
"Fuck." he says as he pounds into me relentlessly. My tits bounce violently with every thrust, I can't catch my breath.
“God this is Heaven.” I choke out before taking a deep breath and letting out a moan that's been building in my chest.
He continues ramming himself into my cervix with no mercy as he lets out a strangled and humorless chuckle. He wraps one hand around my throat tightly, squeezing the sides and stops thrusting, leaving himself fully embedded in my body. He uses his grip on my throat to lift my head to his mouth.
“You're nowhere near Heaven with me.” he growls before releasing my neck and letting me fall back onto the bed.
He rises to his knees and backs off the bed, pulling me to the edge with him and making sure my legs continue to stay on his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Did I tell you to speak?” he thundered before standing up at the end of the bed. I felt him slowly pull out of me before I feel him slam back into me, his arms wrapping around my thighs ensuring I don't go anywhere.
He begins his assault on my cervix once again, slamming into me in slow, hard and separated thrusts. My back arches off the bed and my hands fly back, looking for something to grip. I find nothing but the comforter of the motel room bed and my hands claw at it, trying my hardest to control my body.
“Oh fuck. Oh- oh- holy hell.” I choke out through the pleasure running rampant through my blood stream. I see Dean give another one of his obviously famous grins as he leans over me, still thrusting and says:
“That's more like it. This is as “holy” as hell is ever going to get.”
He stands back up and removes my legs from his shoulders and wraps them around his waist. He reaches down, wrapping his arms around me and pulled me up so I was flat against him. My nipples tingled at the contact they got from his warm body and I release a breathy moan from the friction. He moves his hands down from my back so he's cupping my ass and starts slowly lifting me up and letting me settle back down onto his hard and protruding cock. The slow sensation drives me wild. The feeling of him stimulating my G-spot while my clit rubs against his pelvis is too much for my body to hold and I cum all over his dick. He walks across the room, still helping me ride him, and slams me against the wall, using his body to anchor me to it as he continues to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Knowing I was secure his hands travels to my chest, kneading my aching breast, pinching and twisting my nipples, sending what felt like electric shocks down my body to where his cock was still vigorously thrusting in and out of me.
“Fuck yes baby!” I shout, unable and now uncaring to try and be quiet. “Oh fuck yes. Give it all to me baby. Fuck me so hard I can't stand to be fucked by anyone else again.” I cry.
I feel like I'm getting drunk off of pure ecstasy if that's even possible. My brain is like a melted slushy at this point. The feeling of him moving in and out of me is taking over my whole body. I don't have a clue at how long he's been fucking me against the wall but the next thing I knew his hands were back cupping my ass, lifting me off his cock as he backed me off the wall and lowered me to the ground. He pulled himself completely out of me once he was laying over me on the floor.
“Turn over and get on your hands and knees you slut.” He says in the most sultry tone I've ever heard.
I quickly complied, flipping myself over and getting on my hands and knees. I felt his hands massage my butt before moving his palms up my back and using his nails while he drags them back down. I feel him give me a rough smack on the ass before grabbing my hips and slowly pulling me back onto his dick. He lets out a groan before he begins fucking me again slower this time. Savoring the feeling as he ravaged my body. I can feel my impending orgasm kickstart into motion as he slowly and carefully thrusts into me.
Before I know what's happening he uses one hand to push down on my upper back, causing me to lay my chest and head on the cheap rug before he starts fucking me hard again. I can feel his thrusts becoming sloppy, his hand shaking while it holds me down and his thighs tensing against mine. He sucks in a huge breath before letting out a multitude of deep, guttural moans while he dumps his massive load inside me. The feeling of his warm cum in my pussy is enough to finish me off and I have what feels like yet another world shattering orgasm.
He pulls his flaccid rod out and stands up, not bothering to clean himself up before walking over to our discarded clothes and putting on his boxers and jeans. I turn to sit myself up, trying to catch my breath from the intense sex I just had. I watch him slip on his shoes and walk to the door, ripped shirt in hand, pants not even buttoned yet. As he opens it he turns to look at me and tips an imaginary hat in my direction.
"Pleasure doing business with you sweetheart." he says with a grin and a wink before walking out and shutting the door behind him, leaving me alone, naked and with an insane amount of questions.
