The night was long, but neither of them was ready to let go. The room was filled with the soft sounds of skin meeting skin, heavy breathing, and the quiet, sweet noises that escaped Irina's lips every time Dean moved inside her.
They were tangled in the large bed, sheets long discarded on the floor. Dean was moving slowly, deeply, his body covering hers completely, his hands holding her face as he looked into her eyes with pure adoration. He was being so gentle, so careful, treating her like glass.
But as the hours passed, the pleasure built up into something desperate, something hungry. Irina wanted more. She needed to feel him completely, to be filled until she couldn't think of anything else but him.
"Dean..." she breathed out, her nails dragging softly down his back. "Please..."
"What is it, my love?" he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth, slowing his pace even more to listen to her. "Am I hurting you? Tell me and I'll stop."
"No..." she shook her head, her cheeks flushed red, her eyes glassy with lust and love. "It feels good... so good... but..."
"But what?" He looked down at her, his dark eyes filled with obsession. "Tell me what you need, Irina. Anything. I'll give it all to you."
"I need you harder," she whispered, her voice trembling, but her grip on him tightened. "Please, Dean... don't hold back. I can take it. I want you to fuck me harder."
A dark, satisfied smile spread across his lips. Hearing his sweet, innocent employee ask for such things drove him absolutely crazy.
"You want it rough?" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming deeper and huskier. "You want me to destroy this little pussy?"
"Yes..." she moaned, arching her back against him. "Please, Sir... harder."
That was all the permission he needed.
Dean growled softly, and in an instant, the gentle rhythm vanished. He pulled back almost all the way, only to slam back into her with one powerful, deep thrust that made her cry out loudly.
"Oh God—!"
"Like this?" he grunted, setting a brutal pace that was still controlled, still loving, but so much harder and faster. "Is this what my baby wanted?"
"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" Irina screamed, her head thrown back into the pillows as he pounded into her deeply, hitting the very deepest parts of her.
He held her hips firmly, lifting them slightly so he could go even deeper. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, wet and loud, mixed with their heavy panting. He wasn't being careful anymore; he was claiming her, staking his territory, driving into her with a force that made her see stars.
"So tight... so fucking perfect for me," he hissed, leaning down to bite gently on her neck, marking her. "You feel so good wrapped around me, Irina. You were made to take my cock, weren't you?"
"Yes! Only for you!" she sobbed, pleasure exploding inside her, intense and overwhelming. It was hard, it was deep, and it felt incredible.
He changed positions, pulling her up so she was sitting on his lap, facing him. He held her by the waist, guiding her up and down, forcing her to take every inch of him, bouncing her on his length with strength that showed just how much power he held.
"Look at me," he commanded softly, though his thrusts were merciless. "Look at how well you take me. You are so beautiful when you are being fucked stupid by your boss."
"Dean...!"
"I love you," he groaned, kissing her messily, swallowing her moans. "I love you so much... and I'm never letting you go. You belong to me. Body and soul."
He flipped her over again, pushing her knees up towards her chest, opening her up completely for him. The new angle allowed him to slide in even deeper, hitting a spot that made her scream his name over and over again.
He fucked her hard and fast, sweat dripping down his forehead, his muscles straining with the effort, but he didn't stop. He wanted to give her everything she asked for and more. He wanted to make sure that by the time the sun was fully up, she would remember exactly who she belonged to.
"I'm close... Dean... I'm going to come!" she cried out, her body tightening around him like a vice.
"Come for me, baby," he whispered, his thrusts becoming erratic and powerful. "Come all over me. Squeeze me tight."
Irina shattered, her body convulsing with the most intense orgasm she had ever felt, waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again. Dean followed right behind her, burying himself as deep as possible, groaning her name as he filled her up with his warmth, spilling inside her over and over again.
They collapsed together, panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat, completely connected.
Dean didn't pull out. He just wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest, kissing her forehead tenderly despite how roughly he had just treated her.
"Was that good enough for you?" he asked softly, breathing hard.
Iina smiled weakly, exhausted but happy, snuggling closer to him.
"Yes... perfect..."
"Good," he whispered, already feeling his desire rising again just from feeling her against him. "Because the sun is just coming up... and we are just getting started."