by Ruby Forrest
Dean did take his time, going so slowly as he pushed and pulled, thrusting his member in as deep as possible with a single push before pulling out to the point where only the head of his cock was still inside of her. Each time he’d do this she’d feel some kind of emptiness overwhelm her only for her to be drowned in a sudden flush of pain and pleasure when he’d thrust back in. Every time he’d thrust she moan out loudly and beg for him to keep on going.
“Dean, p-please,” she begged as he pounded in and out in a slow but deep method. “Please, fuck me. I n-need it. I fucking want you, damn it.”
He quickly obliged and turned her over, taking her from behind. In this position she was submitting to him but at the same time she was the most excited. When he pounded in her whole body shuddered and shook and she screamed in pure euphoria. Her vision had begun to go blank and Kayla’s thoughts drowned in the moment of pleasure.
***
When she finally came to, they were lying in the bed, spooning with her back to his chest. She could feel his cock against her butt and thighs and Dean was warmly embracing her with his right hand slowly, methodically massaging her breast.
“Dean,” she finally asked after resting for a few minutes.
“Hm?”
She reached up to his hand and squeezed, putting pressure on her breast. “Don’t ever leave me.”
“You could have simply just asked.”
She shrugged, “I couldn’t. I didn’t want to sound desperate. I know you can afford to dump girls, find more girls and keep on going. Why limit yourself to just one pussy for the rest of your life, right? There are so many fish in the sea. But honestly, I’ve been desperate.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as he moved his hand down to her pussy, gently sliding his finger between the folds of her flesh.
“To be honest with you, I’ve been doing everything I can to keep you interested in me. I just fear you’d get bored and leave me.”
Dean hugged her tight as he replied, “Hush... you don’t need to feel that way now. I promise I will always be right here for you. I am never going to leave you or let you go.”
“I sound like a desperate slut.”
“No, you sound like someone in love,” he corrected her and for the first time Kayla realized that he was right. Sofia was saying it but she never bought into it but then again people only do dumb things when they’re in love. Kayla loved Dean.
“I do love you,” she told him. “I love you so much it’s infuriating. Out of all the guys I could fall for I had to fall for the rich, playboy asshole with a dark secret.”
Dean turned her over so she would face him and he looked straight into her eyes as he whispered, “I love you too.”
“You only like me because I do what you want in bed,” Kayla responded.
He shook his head, “I mean it. I like how you cook pancakes in the morning, I love how you know exactly what kind of movies I like to watch and I appreciate how you’re willing to experiment in sexual things you’d normally never try. You always find a reason to keep trying, even when you’ve already discovered things about me that would normally disgust and turn off any other girl.”
“You’re just saying all that,” Kayla didn’t want to fall for his tricks. The hard part was that by looking into his eyes she almost believed every word he said.
Dean wasn’t giving up though. “I’m serious,” he told her. “I’d give it all up for you.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t deprive you of the things you like. I don’t mind you running your little BDSM ring. You can have your little games.”
“I wouldn’t be a really good boyfriend if I keep my girl at home while I go punishing a naked slut in the basement.”
Kayla smiled and said, “I’m your girlfriend. She’s just a slut for other people to own and dominate and break. No matter what you do to me, I won’t break.”
“That’s like saying you’re my wife,” he commented with a chuckle. “You really are proposing to me, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she answered and laughed at him. She felt genuinely happy and content. This was why she couldn’t just give up on Dean. He made her feel complete and it was weird considering all the other things he was. Sure, he was a playboy and he had a strange fetish but when they were just making love and laying down talking she felt like a complete human being. He filled an empty hole that had been gnawing at her soul for so long.
Dean gave her nipple a twist but it wasn’t rough or too tight, just enough to make her gasp and moan a little.
“Thank you,” she told him as she reached up and held onto his hand.
“For letting you abduct my free will and agreeing to not-marry but marry you as we fuck like wild animals in my own bedroom? Sure, you’re welcome,” Dean answered sarcastically. “On a more serious note, it’s no problem. You’re a one of a kind girl, so I’m not really complaining.”
Kayla didn’t really know if she should believe him but so far he was keeping true to his word and despite having wild, rough sex he did not insist on treating her like a BDSM submissive. He knew his boundaries with her and that showed some level of respect.
There’s hope for you yet, Dean Marshall. Kayla let him caress her body slowly, allowing herself to peacefully fall asleep. The last thing she recalled before her eyes shut and the darkness took over was the touch of his fingertips dancing on her thighs. It was a pleasant sensation and it brought a smile to her face right
as she nodded off.
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe it worked,” Sofia said as she flicked the television on. She and Kayla were in Dean’s bedroom. “All your kinky sex shit and spying actually worked. Good thing he didn’t just get mad and force you to leave or something.”
Kayla laid on the bed, right next to Sofia, and fumbled with her phone and replied, “I think he was mad at first, for like the first few minutes. Then I put my foot down and said ‘son, you ain’t fucking any bitch but me.’”
They both laughed and Sofia browsed through the channels. Nothing seemed to pique her interest.
“You got a Netflix account or something?” Sofia asked. “Nothing good’s on.”
“Yeah,” Kayla said and took the remote control. As she was logging in she said, “I don’t know where it’s going though. I mean, sure, I glued my spot to him for now but I don’t know if it’s a real relationship or if I’m just like the unloved wife that he fucks at night.”
Sofia looked at her with a twisted, disgusted expression, “The unloved wife he fucks at night? Where in the world did you pick that line up?”
“Bitch,” Kayla replied. “You know what I mean. He goes out, has fun, and then when he comes home he screws me simply because he has to. Like how a guy might fuck his wife at home just to shut her up and so she won’t think he’s cheating on her with some young, dandy slut he met in a bar.”
“Does it even matter? You still got what you wanted.”
“It matters,” Kayla told her friend. “I love him.”
Silence covered them like a blanket and Kayla knew Sofia was processing the thought in her head. Sofia did say Kayla was falling in love but now it was a reality. They had been friends since middle school and this was honestly the first time Kayla ever admitted being in love with a guy and it just had to be the richest asshole they ever met.
“Y-you just said that, right? You just said you love Dean Marshall?” Sofia had to make sure she got it right.
Kayla nodded.
“All right, the world is coming to an end,” Sofia concluded. “This is it. I’m done. Kayla’s fallen in love. I’ve done my job well.”
Kayla laughed and punched her friend softly on the shoulder, “Shut up. I can’t really believe it either, you know? I mean, I had so many other chances before and here I am getting all warm and tingly for fucking Dean. He’s the kind of guy you laugh at in parties and shit but I’m tying myself to him instead of walking away.”
/> “You can’t control who you fall for,” Sofia commented but Kayla noticed it was in a soft, melancholic tone.
“You okay?”
Sofia tried but failed to grin back, “Yeah. I just thought you’d marry me.”
That broke Kayla’s heart. “I’m always here,” she told her best friend. “Always.”
“Yeah, but you’re not mine anymore. You might even marry this son of a bitch seeing how you’re so head over heels for him.”
It made Kayla feel a little guilty. Sofia admitted she had a thing for Kayla a few years back and they did honestly try to be together but Kayla just didn’t feel it. She loved the sex and Sofia was the sweetest person she ever dated but it wouldn’t work. Kayla was straight and she wanted guys, no matter how hard she’d try to give it her all for Sofia.
“I’m sorry So,” Kayla told her friend and planted a kiss on Sofia’s cheek. “I promise, you can always come over and bang me like a freak any time of the week.”
Sofia found some consolation in that, “Hey, as long as we both stay happy right? Maybe Dean will want to watch sometime.”
“Fuck you,” Kayla said flatly. “Don’t give us ideas. I like how it is now.”
“Speaking of how it is,” Sofia pointed out, “do you live here now?”
“Oh, yeah I do. He’s been helping me move my stuff here. I still got some shit left back at the apartment like my fridge and stuff. I told him we can just hire a moving company but he insisted on doing it himself.”
Sofia nodded and went back to watching TV, “At least he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend. Remember David? Man, fuck that asshole. I couldn’t care less about how rich he was. He was such an asshole.”
“Hey, you sure you’re okay here on your own?” Kayla asked as she got up. She had to leave and Dean was probably already at their meeting place, waiting for her.
“I know my way out,” Sofia answered. She then pointed to her lips and puckered, “Bye. Have fun.”
Kayla gave her friend a kiss on the lips then started getting dressed. She was actually going out on a date with Dean, something she thought they’d never do. She had assumed she’d just be the girl he comes home to but never sees. This was a nice change of pace from just having sex in his mansion.
When she was ready, she left Sofia in the bedroom and drove out.
***
The theater center was already packed. She found Dean waiting in line to buy tickets.
“Dean Marshall, waiting in a line like everybody else,” she commented as she walked up to him. “I need to take a picture of this.”
He laughed and handed her their popcorn, “You didn’t think all I do is work and screw girls, right? I do have a hobby outside the bedroom.”
“I don’t know, you tell me,” she replied and ate a handful of popcorn. “What movie are we watching?”
“It’s that new thing with George Clooney,” he answered, “a musical.”
Kayla’s eyes grew wide with excitement, “How’d you know I’d like this? I freaking love George Clooney.”
“Every chick loves George Clooney,” he told her. “Fortunately, so do I. You got everything ready at your place?”
“Yeah, everything’s boxed up.”
Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her closer, “How’s Sofia?”
“In our bedroom, watching shit on Netflix.”
“Using your account or mine?”
“Mine,” Kayla answered. “She’s been binging that show with Thandie Newton and Chris Pratt. I liked it but I only saw Season One so far.”
Dean hugged her tighter and asked, “How many seasons are there now?”
“Four,” Kayla answered. “I couldn’t continue watching because I diverted back to finishing up Game of Thrones. Then I started watching that weird sci-fi thing you recommended last night.”
“Firefly?”
She nodded, “I like it. The writing is really good but it’s kind of obvious that the budget wasn’t really up to par. It would’ve been better if they made it a few years later. Like a decade later.”
“You know the guy that made it made The Avengers movie right?”
“No freaking way,” Kayla commented. “That’s some cool trivia.”
Dean laughed in agreement and stood behind her, this time hugging her with both arms around her waist.
Kayla felt a warm sense of satisfaction begin to flood her senses as she stood in that line with Dean’s arms around her. She was actually happy and in a relationship, two things she never thought would go together. To make it even more amazing was the fact she achieved it with someone like Dean Marshall, the epitome of a rich, privileged bad boy.
She looked up at him and found him looking back at her. She knew deep inside he still had some secrets and issues locked away but those could be stripped bit by bit. She knew she could trust him now. She knew she had him. She loved him.
The line started moving and they made their way inside. As they walked into the darkness and to their seats Kayla let her mind drift into a well of peace. She was happy, she was content and she was not going to let this feeling go.
“Dean,” she called right as they sat down.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
Dean hugged her tight, gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “I love you too. I do.”
That was all she wanted to hear. She squeezed his hands as they turned to the screen and watched.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Mark Hummel groaned as he dropped the weights he had been carrying.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it; it was just that his coach had been pushing him extra hard because he was the youngest person on the team.
He knew he had a long way to go to prove himself, and he was willing to go the distance. He wiped the sweat off his brow and dropped to the floor to do twenty push-ups.
He caught a glimpse of a woman staring at him in the mirror, and he winked suggestively. The woman blushed beet red and pretended to be engrossed in what she was doing.
Mark hoisted himself up and grabbed a towel to dry off until he could get to a shower. He grabbed a bottle of water and flexed his muscles as he began to gulp down the water.
He pretended not to notice the pairs of eyes that were on his bare muscular chest. He smirked as he crushed the bottle in his hand, and then tossed it into the bin.
He turned around and stepped on the treadmill to get some mileage in before calling it a night. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his playlist before settling on some hardcore rock music to get him pumped.
A message came in from his friend Blaire-Blaire Hamilton-the NBA’s MVP, and Mark slowed to a brisk jog as he read his way through it.
He and Blaire had bonded almost instantly a few months ago, they often went out partying together, and picked up girls together. In fact, most of Mark’s techniques came from Blaire himself.
He practically idolized the man, but then Blaire found out that the love of his life had his baby, so he mellowed out.
Mark thought it was a damn shame that it had come to that.
Blaire Hamilton the basketball legend was whipped, and Mark couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. So what if they had a daughter? It didn’t mean he had to be with her mother.
Mark’s own parents were divorced and better off for it, he never once felt the need to have his parents get back together.
Mark shook his head at Blaire’s joke and shot him a text letting him know that he’d join him for a beer after he was done at the gym.
He pulled up the playlist once again, and his feet began to really pick up the pace as the sounds of Led Zeppelin came in through his earphones.
Beads of sweat came pouring down his back, and he had his brow furrowed in intense concentration,
so he didn’t notice the brunette standing next to him until she tapped him on his shoulder.
He yanked out the earphone and stared at her for a second, feeling dazed.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but aren’t you Mark Hummel?”
Mark’s eyebrow went up as he regarded the brunette with the long legs, tiny waist and round firm ass.
“Depends on who’s asking,” he responded as he dragged a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. His green eyes perused her slowly, thinking that he could definitely picture her as wild between the sheets.
Her brown eyes light up. “I saw you at the game last week, you were great.”
Mark nodded as he got off the treadmill and stood directly in front of her. He was still a good deal taller than her, so he noticed how she had to crane her neck to look up at him. He wanted that head thrown back and moaning in pleasure, but he could wait.
“How close were you?” he inquired conversationally as he made his way towards his gym bag.
“Oh, close enough that we could see the sweat,” she said as she sidled up to him and leaned against the wall as she eyed him, her intentions mirrored in her eyes.
His eyes immediately traveled down to her sports bra, and he let his gaze linger there long enough that a slow flush began to crawl up her cheeks. His gaze traveled down noticing her shapely thighs, and the way her sweatpants clung to her legs as if they were one and the same.
That piece of fabric would look much better on the floor, he thought.
He let his eyes travel back up to her face, and he could see that she noticed he was checking her out, and she didn’t mind one bit. In fact if her body language was any indication, she was very hot for him.
Mark swung his bag over his shoulder and casually strode towards her. He stood next to her and leaned in. He smirked as he noticed that her breath caught in her throat and goosebumps rose on her arms in response to his warm breath on her ear.
“Were you this close?” he asked.
It took the brunette a while to comprehend that he asked a question. “No, not really,” she tried to come off sounding nonchalant, but her tremor gave her away.
