Mr. Winchester - (Part Two)

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A/N: I'm not taking after where I left off. In the first part Dean engaged in oral sex with the reader, and that was it. She went home afterwards and hasn't talked to Dean since. A week later, Dean is now taking it to the next level. Just to sum things up for you. Thanks for reading (: Enjoy.

Song: Beyonce - Haunted, The Weeknd - Where you belong (God, fifty shade's of grey's soundtrack is perfection)

"And that'll be all." Dean announced to the people in suits and skin tight dresses sitting around the table watching his presentation.
Everyone grabbed their brief cases and scurried for the door like they were being dismissed in highschool all over again. You grabbed your purse and files, heading for the door without looking at Dean. You didn't know if last week had been a one time thing or not, and you weren't going to ask. But since Dean hadn't said anything about it, you had guessed it was. But you didn't want it to be.

"And where do you think you're going?" Dean tapped his fingers on the conference room desk, making your breath hitch.

"Home?" You answered, watching as Dean walked over to the door to lock it, joining your side beside the long, rectangle shaped table.

"Wrong answer." His hands loosened the tie around his grey dress shirt, sending shivers down your spine and a damp spot to your panties. He dropped his shirt with a slick movement and let his hands attack your body that was way too over dressed for his liking. You were so confused by Dean's bipolar actions. But, God. You couldn't resist this man. Everything he did made you melt. It was like teenage years all over again. His hands collided with yours, fighting for dominance. You layed your back onto the wood conference desk and let him pin your hands above your head. His lips pulled away from yours and he examined your facial features with a smug look. His lips pursed perfectly as he took a heavy breath, and then a shaky sigh. Butterflies filled your stomach.

"Not here." He muttered, dressing himself again. You were flustered and horny. But you had to oblige, so you too got dressed. You put back on your slacks and white blouse. You finished dressing and you waited in the empty room like Dean had asked you. About 15 minutes later he walked in, signaling for you to follow and you both left the building. He took you into the garage and you sat in the front seat next to Dean. His car was extremely nice. Everything about this man was way too good to be true. He pulled out and drove down the 1:45 Am, somewhat empty road. Your hands sat gracefully in your lap. The silence was obnoxious.

"Where are you taking me?" You looked over to see him already staring. His jaw clenched and he made a left turn.

"Wouldn't be much of a secret if I told you, would it?" His smirk taunted you.

Time seemed to freeze when you were with Dean. The drive felt like hours, but the clock barely ticked. Soon enough you pulled up to a rather enormous house.

"Your home? How original." You laughed, feeling his eyes stare deeply into you. Past all the fake laughs, the fake confidence.

"I'll make it worth your while." He locked the car, escorting you up to his lovely home. The door flew open with his push and he pinned you against the nearest wall. Your blouse came off yet again, and hopefully for good this time. His tongue worked circles on your collarbones, slowly inching his way down your chest. Your head become clouded and needy. His touch was the satisfaction you desperately yearned for. He knew every sweet spot you had. Every place that made you implode. Every button.

"D-Dean." You moaned, trying to escape his rough grip just to feel him.

He only pinned your arms father up, and tighter together. Making you stand on your tiptoes. His still clothed leg ground against your clothed sex. A grunt shot from the back of your throat, each time he'd grind against you the friction would build. Only making each grind he gave more intense. His lips ate your moans and whimpers for more. Dean was exceptionally good at taming his sexual urge to pleasure himself. Which made him much more attractive. He always made sure you were being taken care of, and he seemed to love watching you go crazy over his teasing tactics.

"I'm so close." It was amazing how easy you could climax from Dean just grinding his leg against your center. But it felt amazing.

He pulled his leg away, dragging you by your waist to the nearest place to fuck. He settled on a couch and threw you down. You watched in blurry vision as he undressed himself and you. His hand rubbed over your naked sex and a groan scratched at his throat as he felt how wet you were. You could almost orgasm from him just touching you.
He took his hand away aware of how close you were to climaxing and he hovered his body over yours. Your skin grazed Dean's, making you both shiver in excitement and pleasure. It was preposterous how easily your bodies found gratification in one another. Every little brush of skin drove you both mad.

You couldn't handle the teasing anymore. You reached down, gripping Dean's perfect bulge in your hands. A few crazed strokes and Dean was a moaning and groaning mess. His eyes looked into yours as you angled Dean up into you. The tip of his shaft barely massaged your walls but you felt a rush of pleasure overwhelm you. He finally thrusted himself into you, gasps struggled to release themselves. His thrusts began to become erratic. You felt your walls involuntarily clench around Dean, making even more strangulated sounds leave both of your sex fueled bodies. The pace Dean kept pushed you daringly close to the edge. Your pit wrenched in pleasure and you came. You came harder than before, and before was extreme. Your head dug into the couch cushions. Dean watched as you climaxed on him, wriggling and panting. Your vison was still foggy and your center was sensitive, but Dean still thrusted for his release. Hard, quick pounds. His hot breath coating your neck. Sweat dripping off of both of you. Dean's mouth hung open just enough for you to see the edge of his white teeth. He pulled in his pouty lip and bit down forcefully, trying to hold back loud moans.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. His thrusts got deeper, but slower. He was nearing the edge. His eyes looked into yours, searching for approval to release inside of you. You gave him a nod and he exploded. His head came flying down into the crook of your neck, resting so he could regain his breath. Your unsteady breaths mixed as one. Comforting each other.

"Where do we go from here?" You asked, combing a strand of his hair out of the way with your fingers.

"Anywhere you want."

Sorry it's been awhile, I've been busy with some things. Thank you for reading and let me know what you think down below!

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