You Owe Me - Part two

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High for this - The weeknd (The fucking God of music)

"Good idea. Stand up and bend back over my baby." You obeyed, and Dean's embrace quickly followed behind you.

His body pressed up against your back, making you shudder.

His hands came around to your chest, groping your bra tightly before taking your breasts out of it. He pushed on your back again, your nipples hardening as they touched the cold hood of the car. Dean put his hand between your legs, feeling against your panties.

"You're so fucking wet that you leaked through your panties." Dean laughed, rubbing against your panties and soaking them more.

You groaned, impatiently waiting for Dean to fuck you.

"Please, Dean. I'm begging you."

You could hear his tiny, low grunts every time you said his name.

"I know you are." Dean slid your panties to the side, and let his finger finally brush against your wet core. His hot breath started patting against your neck, and he slipped his finger inside of you.

Your breath hitched and Dean started sucking on your skin, making you whine as you tried to hold back moans.

"So warm and tight for me.." Dean bit your neck, his tongue darting out to smooth over the slight pain.

His words made your knees weak, and you trembled. Dean stood you back up, placing your leg on the hood of the car. Dean added a second finger, groaning at the feeling of you stretching and fitting around them.

"I think you're ready, baby girl."

Your heart raced and he gave you a few quick thrusts, taking his fingers out, he grabbed his erection again, stroking himself before lining his shaft up with your entrance.

"God, yes." You shakily moaned, moving up more onto the hood. You reached your hands across the car, Dean took advantage of it and pinned them down with one of his hands.

He rubbed the tip of his member up and down your cunt, and both of you moaned in synch. Without hesitation he slammed himself into you, not giving you time to exhale the sharp breath you sucked in. His hand gripped your wrists tightly, pinning them and resisting your movement.
His skin slapped against yours, and the sound echoed, loudly.

Dean put his mouth to your ear, "Better be quiet. Wouldn't want Sammy to hear us, now would we?" A moan overcame his chuckle, and he kept a steady pace.

The pleasure was almost unbearable, your body was uncontrollably jittering. Dean loved it, Dean loved making you lose your mind. He loved watching you visibly pant, and shake, all because of him.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," His groans grew heavier and his thrusts slowed, but got rougher. Each hip thrust he made had you spiraling in ecstasy. You couldn't form a sentence, and you wouldn't be able to stand if Dean let go of you. "Such a pretty little slut you are. And you're all mine."

His words engraved themselves in your mind, fixing to replay every time you saw him. He had complete control over you in that moment, and every little thing he did was hypnotizing. You were a puppet on a string for his touch. He was right, you were his little slut. Willing to do anything at the drop of his belt. His free hand came around your neck, squeezing it tightly enough to make you gasp for air. The smell of his musky cologne, his rough hands, the brutal force he pushed upon you, was enough to make any girl go wild. He released his grip around your neck, and let you pant. His hand came down to your ass, squeezing it before pushing your leg further up onto the hood of the car.

A cold breeze ran down your back, and you involuntarily shivered against Dean's heaving chest.

"Stay still," He grunted, "Just like that." Holding you place, using you for his own pleasure. His hand released yours, and both of his hands gripped your hips as Dean rapidly thrusted into you. Even Dean's car was shaking from his vigorous movements.

"Do you want your surprise?" Dean nipped at your ear, making you moan. You nodded and he pulled himself out of you, dragging you to your knees.

"Open up, baby girl." He smirked, stroking himself in front of you again. You opened your mouth for Dean, licking your lips in anticipation. He grunted and closed his eyes, his seed spraying onto your cheeks and dripping over your lips. You moaned at the feeling of his cum dripping down your face, and stuck your tongue, tasting him. He grunted as he opened his eyes and watched, his hand tangled itself in your hair and he pulled you closer to his crotch, "Don't forget to clean up, darling."

"How could I forget?" You looked up at Dean and made sure you got every last drop.

You rubbed his thigh and wiped your face with your fingers, licking them clean.

"Such a good little slut." Dean pulled you up on your feet, smacking your ass.

You smiled and put your clothes back on, making sure it didn't look like you just had wild, rough sex.

You both walked back inside and Sammy was sitting on his laptop, "So, how's baby doing?"

Dean smirked at you, "She'll be fine."

I hate that it takes me months to update :/ But I love writing when I have the time. I hope you enjoyed part two (:< (Disregard Spelling errors)

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