Dean started to move faster, his rhythm speeding up as her gasps turned to cries. She was rising to meet him, pulling him closer, her whole body straining. He watched her beautiful face as her pleasure built, and he knew she was close.
“You’re right on the edge, honey. Just let it happen…"
“Dean,” she said, and the way she moaned his name was as f*****g hot as he had imagined in the bar. “Oh, God, Dean… please. More. More.”
He f****d her harder now, knowing she could take it. Emma’s whole body reacted to his c**k slamming into her, hitting some deep, sweet spot inside her. She threw her head back, her fingers gripping his back and ass, pulling him closer, deeper. He felt her p***y start to contract and release, and his own climax approached like a freight train.
“Holy f**k,” he said. “
