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48. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

You smirked at yourself in the mirror as you ran your hands through your brown hair, checking out how good you looked in Dean’s shirt. He was out in the garage and it accidentally landed inside of your laundry basket. You where disappointed as it only smelled of detergent instead of his heavy musk, but it was soft and the feeling of it on your bare skin made your heart skip. 

 “Josie?” You whipped around to see Dean peeking his head into your room, to see you in his shirt, and only his shirt. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

 “Uhm-” Blood rushed to your cheeks as he strolled inside with his arms crossed, grease covering his clothes and a small streak on his cheek. He must of been working hard on baby. “I ran out of clean clothes.”

 “You just did laundry.” He smirked as you lied through your teeth, not fooling him for a second. 

 “It just looked soft and I thought I’d try it on.” You turned away to look in the mirror, trying to avoid the fact that his pupils where beginning to grow with lust.

 “Are you not wearing anything underneath it?” His fingers brushed against the top of your thigh and butterflies grew in your stomach, his breathing growing heavier.

 “Yes.” Your voice was quieter than you meant and he grabbed onto the hem of the shirt, slowly pulling it up.

 “Well sweetheart I need you to take this off real quick, because mines a little dirty.” You laughed as he nodded down to his, which was now close enough to rub the grease onto your chest.

 You could feel as your hot sex quickly grew wet and hot, Dean’s slow teasing driving you crazy. He stepped back and peeled off his tee to expose his toned chest before stepping back towards you and kissing you roughly. You closed your eyes as he slid his fingers behind your back, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as you both settled into the kiss you craved. You moaned as his fingers made their way between your legs, his knee keeping them from closing as he slid his fingers across his slits. He didn’t wait long as he slid a few digits in and let them grow slick with your juices. 

 You could feel his cock grow hard as he moved his fingers around strategically. He moved from your lips to your neck and he let your moans escape, filling the room. He had obviously had enough as he removed his fingers and grabbed your shirt, lifting it over your head and exposing yourself to him fully. 

 He moved you to your bed, letting you fall to your bed and pulling off his pants quickly. You gestured to your night stand and he grabbed a condom quickly, pulling it on and hovering over you. 

 “Ready sweetheart?” His breathe was heavy on your lips and you nodded, unable to speak.

 He entered you quickly and set a rough pace, slipping in and out of you as you screamed in pleasure, not caring if Sam could hear it. He roughly grabbed your breasts as waves of pleasure ripped through him, his thrusts going rough and rapid. Your legs began to shake as the rough orgasm began to make its way towards you, you where so close. You swung your hips around to get towards what you seaked.

 “God Josie, you feel so good.” He bit down on your neck as you shouted out. 

 Your orgasm ripped through you and you tightened around him, ripping his orgasm from him.

 “You know, you can wear my shirts any time you want.” He dropped beside you and buried his face into your neck.