Can't Fight Your Urges

                 He dropped his hand down between her thighs, skimming his fingertips over her skin. She let out a very soft moan, almost like a whine. He ran his hand over the fabric of her panties, feeling her heat and the moisture spreading there.

                “Dean,” she whimpered, dropping her eyes to the floor. “No. We shouldn’t do this. No.”

                Dean cupped her face in his hand, making her look at him. Her eyes were wide, the pupils dilated. She looked at him with a mix of lust and fury, begging him to stop the same time she begged for more. She felt lost staring into his dark, green eyes.

                “You started it,” he smirked.

                She opened her mouth to protest more, but he stopped her. He crushed his mouth to hers, and shoved her back against the wall. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers. He lifted her, and slammed her back into the wall, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he kissed her. Marceline locked her legs around his waist, groaning into his mouth. Dean ground his hips into hers, and kissed a trail down her neck.

                “Don’t tell me you don’t want this,” he panted. Not waiting for an answer, he kissed her roughly again. He slipped an arm under ass to hold her up, his other hand sliding underneath her panties. She let out another small moan, trying to not be loud, but he wanted to hear her squeal. Dean slid his fingers up and down her mound, loving the feeling of her being so wet for him. Spreading her lips, he circled her clit. Throwing her head back, Marceline grit her teeth and groaned. 

                “You like that?” he asked, pressing on her button. She shuddered, digging her nails into his arms. Dean then slipped two fingers into her, making her gasp. He continued the circling on her clit with his thumb while he worked his fingers inside her. She was tighter than a vice, her muscles gripping his fingers as he slid them in and out of her. Marceline bit her tongue, but it was becoming a challenge. She felt herself getting impossible wet, her panties soaked. She resisted the urge to beg him to fuck her.

                “I wanna hear you moan,” he sighed in her ear, nipping the lobe. “I know you want to, just let it out, baby.”

                She didn’t answer, she didn’t have to. He kissed her again, gently this time, removing his fingers from her. She sighed with relief, but felt her body betraying her. Dean cracked his famous grin again, amused with her. “Oh, we’re far from done. I’m gonna make sure the whole neighborhood knows we’re having a good time.”

                Marceline swallowed dryly, anxious but unbelievably horny. She felt the inside of her thighs growing wet. She looked down, unable to see anything past the massive bulge jutting from Dean’s boxers. She swallowed again. That is NOT going to fit in me! But it just drove her more insane.

                Without warning, Dean hooked the edge of her panties, and savagely ripped them off. She yelped more out of surprise than pain. He tossed the useless fabric aside, roughly shoving his fingers back into her. She let out a loud moan, her head dropping to his chest as she panted.

                “That a girl,” he growled. He wanted her badly now, his cock hard as steel. He had her wet enough that she was starting to drip and he couldn’t wait to stretch her open. But for the moment, he wanted to take his time, he wanted her to moan his name, and beg him for mercy.