#twisted consequences

I grab his hand and place his palm on my breast as we continue kissing. He moans into my mouth and begins massaging through my shirt. I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his hair, tugging it.

“Fuck Y/N. I’ve wanted you for so long and now I don’t even know where to start,” Dean tells me, breathlessly.

“I want you too Dean,” I reply. “I want you to show me that sex is more than mediocre and disappointing. But I have to tell you, it’s been a very long time since I had good sex…like years.”

“Oh baby, let me take care of you and make love to you like a real man,” he whispers.

He pulls up off of me and reaches out to help me up,  I grab his hand and follow him up the stairs to my room. I am  indifferent to the fact that the bed isn’t made up, there are clothes lying on the floor  or that the shades are opened and letting the evening light in. No, all I am focused on is Dean in my room, leading me to my bed where we will become one.

At the side of the bed, Dean pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply and lovingly.  His arms go around my body and I feel his fingers grab hold of the hem of my shirt. I pull away and lift my arms so he can remove the offending garment. 

I stand in front of him, unashamed of the way my body looks, of how the stretch marks mar my skin because the way Dean Winchester is looking at me, with lust and love in his eyes, I can’t help but feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.

Dean pulls his own shirt up and I get to watch as his skin appears. His toned, defined muscles bulge as he maneuvers the shirt over his head and drops it beside him.  I reach out and run my hand up from his stomach to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat thumping against his chest bone. He is the sexiest creature I’ve ever seen. 

Dean looks at me, silently questioning if it’s okay to continue and I nod. He reaches around behind me and unclips my bra. I slide the straps down my shoulders and let the material drop. Dean’s eyes roll down and he groans, a faint “Motherfuck” leaving his lips. He cups my boobs in his massive hands, squeezing and kneading the flesh as my nipples harden against his palm.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N,” Dean tells me before leaning down and sucking a hard nub between his lips. My head automatically rolls back on my shoulders as I cry out in ecstasy. Dean changes sides and gives the other the same treatment.

My hands on his shoulders begin running up and down his arms and over his shoulder, down his back. He is so strong, so firm, so powerful. I am like putty is his hands.

“Dean,” I whisper and he answers with a hum against my tit. “I need you. I want you inside me.”

Dean gives one more suckle to my nipple before he lets it pop out of his mouth and stands to his full height.  He smiles as he reaches for the button on my jeans and unsnaps it then unzips them.

Our eyes never waver as he gets the pants open and slides them over my hips until gravity takes over and they fall to the floor. I do the same to him until we are both standing in front of each other in just our skivvies. 

I glance down and see the tent in his boxers and I realize that Dean is much bigger than I’ve ever had. He is longer and looks thicker and I can’t help but whimper as I think of the burn of the stretch as he enters me.

“Lay on the bed, sweetheart.”

I do as he requests and lay back with my head propped onto a pillow. I do not want to miss a second of what is about to happen. I want to watch and appreciate it all.

Dean once again wordlessly checks in to make sure I am okay before he slides his fingers into the top of my panties and pulls them down over my knees and off my feet. I can already feel myself dripping onto the comforter below me.

“Can I taste you?” Dean asks quietly. “I need to taste you.”

“Please,” I reply and he falls to his knees between mine.

Running his hands up my thighs, he pushes until I am laid out before him, nothing to be hidden. He looks at my core and gives out his own whimper as he leans in and kisses my mound. I can feel his breath on my slit and I revel in it.

Using his thumb and middle finger, Dean opens me up and blows gently on my clit. I shiver at the sensation and he chuckles. After another puff of air hits me, I close my eyes only to have them pop open wide when his tongue licks a stripe from my entrance to my clit. 

I cry out soundlessly as he begins to suck my clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. I feel pressure at my entrance as Dean slowly inserts a finger. He begins thrusting his digit in and out of me, slow and steady. 

About as soon as I get used to this, he adds another, pumping a little faster and a little deeper. He is two knuckles deep when I have my first orgasm of the night. My back arches off the bed as my hand fists the comforter while my pussy clenches his fingers and I feel that band snap.

“Mmmm,” Dean hums against my clit, never stopping his ministrations. He lifts his head and looks at me. I can see the evidence of my climax on his lips and chin. “You taste delicious, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever eaten.”

“Dean,” I whine as he starts scissoring his fingers inside me. “Dean, god. Dean, please. Get up here and fuck me. I need you inside me now.”

“Baby,” he says as he kisses my oversensitive clit. “I’ve got to open you up.”

“No, I want to feel it. I want to feel the burn.”

Dean stands up and pulls his boxer down and yep, I was correct in my previous thoughts. He is a lot bigger than I’ve ever had. Not only is his cock long but the girth is astonishing! I know I’m going to be walking funny for a few days. 

Oh, won’t Kasey get a kick out of that!

“Do you have condoms?” he asks, as he wraps his hand around his manhood and rubs up and down the length.

“No. I’m clean and on the pill. If you’re clean, it’s okay.”

Dean groans and rolls his eyes. “Fuck, I love you!” he exclaims and if I hadn’t been so in the moment I might would have questioned that. 

He climbs on the bed, on his knees between my legs. He runs his tip up my core, gathering my slick and bumping my clit before he lines up and begins pushing into me.

The pleasure and pain of the burn as he stretches me open is phenomenal. Dean takes it slow, only feeding a little bit at a time until he is fully seated within me. 

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yea,” I nod. “Just give me a minute.”

After I get used to being so full, I lift my hips, my sign to tell him it’s okay to move. He pulls out just as slowly as he pushed in, until only the tip remains. He repeats the process over and over, adding kisses and nips to my lips and shoulders as we continue moving in sync.

I feel that same band as earlier tighten and tighten and I know I’m close to having another orgasm.

“De-,” I call quietly, getting his attention. “I’m close.”

“Me too baby. Me too. Where do you want-”

“On my stomach.”

“Okay.”

Dean thrusts in hard and deep and I cry out as I clench and spasm around him. I see nothing but white as I continue to twitch and jerk.

“Fuck, Y/N! I’m going to cum,” Dean says as he pulls out and jacks himself until his cum squirts out onto my stomach, chest and tits.

I run my finger through the mess and plop it into my mouth as Dean watches. I smile as I suck his juices and go back for more.

“Damn, girl. You’re dirty,” Dean laughs as he crawls backward off the bed and grabs a towel that just so happens to be lying on the floor. I watch as he wipes himself off and then turns to me but I’ve gotten most of it gone.

“Didn’t know you were like that,” he states.

“What can I say. I like to swallow,” I laugh as he groans.

“Remind me next time to put that mouth to better use.”

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