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Transcendent Love: Through Time's Throttle - part 3
As you nod, your breath hitches.
“Yes, Dean.
I want you.” Dean’s eyes darken with desire, his hands deftly unbuttoning your blouse as he pulls you closer to him.
The fabric slips off your shoulders, revealing your black lace bra beneath.
He groans in appreciation, his lips finding their way to the exposed skin of your neck.
You can feel the heat radiating from Dean’s body as he presses himself against you, his arousal unmistakable through his jeans.
His hips grind against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sends shivers down your spine and leaves you aching for more contact.
Dean’s hands roam over your body, exploring the curves of your breasts, waist, and hips with an urgency that is both thrilling and terrifying.
His fingers slip beneath the lace of your bra, grazing against your nipples until they harden into tight peaks.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Dean murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he devours your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.
His tongue slides along yours, teasing and tasting as he continues to lavish attention on your breasts.
Your hands find their way into his hair, urging him closer as you surrender to the pleasure coursing through your veins.
The dirty talk begins - explicit words and phrases uttered in breathy whispers between kisses, fueling the fire within you both.
Dean’s voice is rough with desire as he tells you exactly what he wants to do to you, his every word sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.
As your hands roam over his body, exploring the contours of his muscles and tracing the outline of his cock through his jeans, Dean’s breath hitches in response.
It is clear that he is just as affected by this encounter as you are - a fact that serves only to heighten your arousal even more.
Dean’s fingers slide down your body, finding their way into the damp heat between your legs, where his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through you.
You cry out in response, your hips bucking against his hand as he expertly manipulates your most sensitive areas.
With each touch, Dean brings you closer and closer to the edge, until you can barely remember how to breathe, let alone think coherently.
The ache within you has reached its peak, threatening to overwhelm you completely as waves of pleasure crash against the shores of your consciousness.
“Are you going to make me come, Dean?” You whisper, your voice hoarse with desire as your nails dig into his back.
In response, he growls in affirmation and positions himself between your thighs, his cock pressing against your wet entrance as he guides it towards your waiting pussy.
“Fuck yes,” Dean groans, pushing inside you in one deep, searing thrust that makes you gasp with pleasure-pain.
Your bodies melt together, each movement sending sparks of electricity through every nerve ending.
Dean’s rhythm becomes more urgent as he claims you completely - his cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy with an intensity that leaves you grasping for air.
Each thrust drives you closer to the edge, until you’re teetering on the precipice of orgasm, desperate for release.
“Yes!” You cry out as Dean’s hands slip underneath your ass, lifting you higher against him as he pistons his hips forward in a relentless rhythm that leaves you breathless and shattered with pleasure.
Your walls clench around his cock, milking it for every drop of cum that was destined to fill you up.
Suddenly, Dean’s movements become more erratic as he fucks you harder - faster and deeper than before, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.
You can feel his cock swell inside you, preparing for release as your own orgasm builds within you like a tidal wave.
“I’m going to come,” Dean growls, his voice strained with desire.
“Together, YN.” His words send you over the edge, and your body explodes in a climax that leaves you shaking and gasping for air.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you as Dean continues to pound into you, coating your walls with his hot cum as he grunts his release.
As your orgasms begin to subside, Dean slowly pulls out of you, leaving a trail of wetness between your thighs.
You collapse against each other in a sweaty, sated heap, both of you struggling to catch your breath after such an intense encounter.
“YN, I’m going to make you mine,” Dean promises, his voice a husky whisper in your ear as he kisses the curve of your neck.
You shiver with desire at his words, knowing that this is only the beginning of your journey together - a journey filled with passion, pleasure, and unbridled lust.
You gasp as Dean enters you, his movements slow and deliberate.
His cock slides inside your wet pussy, filling you to the brim.
Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body.
Your breaths come fast and heavy as he claims you completely, taking control with an intensity that leaves you grasping for air.
“Dean,” you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash over you.
The rhythm of your bodies moving together creates a symphony of wet slaps and groans that fill the room.
You arch your back, lifting yourself higher against him, urging him to go deeper, faster, harder.
Dean’s eyes lock onto yours as he thrusts into you with an increased fervor, pushing you over the edge towards a shattering orgasm.
Your legs tremble and your muscles contract around his cock, milking it for every drop of cum that was destined to fill you up.
“Fuck, YN,” Dean growls, panting with desire as his hips move in an unstoppable rhythm.
“I’m going to come.” His words send you over the edge, and your body explodes in a climax that leaves you shaking and gasping for air.
As wave after wave of pleasure courses through your veins, Dean’s cock swells inside you, preparing for release.
With one final thrust, he grunts his release, filling you with his hot cum as he empties himself into the depths of your core.
You collapse against each other in a sweaty, sated heap, both struggling to catch your breath after such an intense encounter.
Dean’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
“I love you, YN,” Dean professes, his voice thick with emotion and passion.
“And I always will, no matter what time we’re in.” His words send a shiver down your spine, reminding you of the deep connection that transcends time itself – a bond that can never be broken or forgotten.
As you lie there, wrapped in his embrace and basking in the afterglow of passion, you realize that this love is something truly special, an unbreakable force that will carry both of you through any challenge life may throw your way.