Can't Fight Your Urges

“I’m gonna eat you like apple pie,” he rumbled.

                He gripped her thighs and lifted her high, making her rest her thighs on his shoulders. She perched precariously, locking her hands around his neck, afraid to move. He grinned up at her, and winked before kissing the inside of her thigh. Dean delicately licked her slit, from top to bottom and back up, and he felt her quiver.

                “Just don’t move too much,” he said. “I don’t want you to fall.”

                Marceline did as she was told, but that was a tall task to begin with. She was afraid to fall forward, imagining herself breaking her neck, but the grim thought was starting to fade as Dean’s tongue found her clit. She gasped and started panting as he alternated between slow circles, and sucking on her nub. She whined in the back of her throat, biting her lip ragged as he teased her. Dean slurped greedily, thinking she did taste sweet as pie. He nibbled, licked and sucked, but she was still fighting him. He wanted her to cum.

                Without warning, he dropped her back down to his level, gracefully catching her around her waist. She yelped on the way down, letting out a nervous giggle. Dean brushed her hair from her face, feathering kisses on her cheeks. He yanked her shirt up and off her, pawing at her breasts as he shifted her weight. She shivered and sighed as he gently pinched one of her nipples, tugging and twisting.

                “Do you think it’s fair you’re naked, and I’m not?” he teased, lowering his mouth to her other nipple. He gently bit the rosy bud, letting his tongue dance across her skin.

                “No, Dean, please stop.”

                “Do you really want me to?” he let his hand wander down to her slick pussy again, feeling the juices coating his fingers.

                Marceline gave him a wild look, her eyes dark and wide. Her lips curled at the corners, and she tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. Another low sigh escaped her as he pressed his bare chest to hers. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling the muscles ripple beneath.  He gave her a long, soft kiss, his fingers slipping into her again. She closed her eyes and stifled a moan, and he grew impatient with her. Shifting her weight to one arm, Dean tugged down his boxers, letting his erection spring free. Her eyes grew impossibly wide as she looked at it resting against her stomach. She curled her hand around him, smiling as he groaned.

                Her hand looked so small wrapped around his large cock; she was worried he wouldn’t even be able to get it in her. Dean, on the other hand, was almost beside himself with excitement. Not being able to wait any longer, he batted her hand away, and positioned his cock at her entrance. He slid the head up and down her slit, teasing her.

                Marceline started to pant again, twitching her hips forward. He grinned at her, giving her another sweet kiss. He pushed forward, feeling her pussy spread as he slid into her. She gasped loudly, digging her nails into his back as he sank deeper. He groaned as he felt her squeezing him tightly, loving the delicious warmth of her.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he grunted in her ear. “You feel amazing.”

                She felt stretched to her limit, and he was only half way into her. He drew back, and then in again, working his way deeper. She let out a low moan, resting her head on his shoulder.