"Ow! What happened?" I wince at his tight hold on me as he drags me further through the house, feeling anger radiate off of him.

He doesn't answer but instead pulls me outside and gets in the driver's seat, making me get in the passenger seat.

"Are you sure you can drive? You aren't drunk?" I ask, concerned that we may be getting ourselves into a dangerous situation.

"I only had one beer. I'm fine." He says. I believe him because one beer wouldn't do anything to me, and he's a giant so it's probably like drinking a glass of water.

I stay silent for a while as Dean drives in a direction I can only assume is my ranch. Getting fed up with his childlike behavior of pulling me out of the party, and then not communicating to me what's wrong, I bite the bullet ask him.

"Dean, what happened?" I ask softly, waiting for him to explode on me.

"Baby, I don't want to talk about it right now." He says sternly, furrowing his brows at the brights from the oncoming vehicle, making him look adorable.

"I know, but we need to communicate."

"It was just a stupid guy at the party." He finally responds.

"What did he do?"

"Baby," he says in a dangerously low tone, warning me to not keep asking him questions.

"Not now."

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was me getting fed up with his immaturity, but I decided to be a brat. I'm a hypocrite, I know.

"I have to go to the restroom." I lie, forming a plan through my slightly intoxicated mind.

"Can you wait?"

"No. Find a semi-nice gas station please." I request.

He doesn't say anything, but we keep driving in the middle of nowhere, until we finally reach a small town. He pulls into the gas station, lining himself up with a gas pump.

"Wait and let me go in with you." He says as he gets out of the car walking around to the gas pump.

Knowing he would ruin my plan, I get out of the car and walk towards the front doors. "Athena!" I hear him say sounding annoyed.

I ignore him and walk to the drink section, scanning the alcoholic beverages. I got one hard lemonade and one hard iced tea, knowing that would make me hammered. This was basically my plan. Drink and then act like a brat. I was already tipsy so I thought that would be a good idea.

I go to the cash register where a gross man looks at me like a dessert, and asks for my ID.

I flash him my fake ID, and unsurprisingly it works. I walk out, headed back to my car, and to an even more angry Dean.

"What did you get?" He says monotoned not giving away his emotions.

"Drinks!" I say smiling, completely happy that I'm making him mad. I don't know why I like making him mad, it's just funny to me.

"You can't drink that in the car while I'm driving. If we get pulled over, I could go to jail." I roll my eyes knowing he doesn't care about that, he just doesn't want me to have my way.

I don't say anything, but instead get out of the car and grab my keys from my car. I puncture the cans with my keys and shotgun them right in front of Dean. I discard the cans and get back in the car.

"Keeping it classy." He says not looking at me. We leave the gas station and head to my ranch house.

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After thirty minutes or so of annoying Dean with my drunken behavior, we make it to the house. We bring our things in, setting them on the counter.

"Can you fuck me?" I say slurring my speech.

"No." He responds not caring to look at me as he walks towards the bathroom.

"Why not? I never thought of you as a pussy." That was the one thing I could call him that I knew would set him off.

"Watch your mouth." He says sharply through gritted teeth trying to stay calm.

"I have a better idea. You put your dick in my mouth." I say with a drunken smile as he sets out his flannel PJ pants before he gets in the shower.

He ignores me. "What happened to make you act like such a dick?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"You wanna fucking know what happened?" I slowly nod as his voice raises slightly, showing his anger.

"Every fucking guy at that party looked at you. And to top it off, one of my 'friends' was telling me how they wanted to fuck you and how I should share you for the night. Do you want to hear about how he said that he just knew you were a good dick sucker because you had nice lips." His words made me feel more nauseous than the alcohol I had drank.

"Or how about-"

"Dean! Stop! Okay, I'm sorry." I say not wanting to hear the rest. He listens to me and takes his shirt off while clinching his jaw, turning on the shower.

"You're mine." He says looking me in my eyes, sending chills through my body.

"Prove it." I say challenging him.

He turns off the shower and looks at me before he slips off my dress, roaming his hands on my body.

He sucks my neck, slightly biting it, making me moan.

I pull him towards the bedroom, but he doesn't move. "No. I'm going to fuck you in front of this mirror so you can see how good I make you feel."

I don't argue, but instead take his jeans off, exposing his erection through his boxers. He picks me up and places me on the counter, quickly and sloppily placing kisses all over my body. He sucks my sensitive nipples as I run my hands through his hair making him groan.

He trails kisses all the way down to my aching core, and lightly kisses me through my thong. He doesn't waste time as he takes off my thong, discarding it on the floor, and he gets down to his knees and starts sucking my clit.

"Fuck!" I almost scream out as he enters two fingers in me, already knowing I'm aroused enough to take him.

He comes back up to me, kissing my lips, his tongue begging for entrance. I give him access and our tongues fight for dominance, but unsurprisingly, he wins.

He takes his length out of his boxers, slowly teasing my aching core. "You're mine." He says while still teasing me. "Say it." He demands.

"I'm yours." Giving me no warning he shoves his entire dick inside me. I scream out of pleasure and pain, making him stop so I can adjust to his large size.

Once I adjust, he thrusts in and out in hard movements. Suddenly, he stops and takes his dick out, taking me off of the counter and turning me around to face the mirror in front of us. "You're gonna look at yourself as I make you cum, and you're going to see how fucking good I make you feel. Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh." I nod. He slaps my ass hard, making me realize he wants me to say 'yes'. "Yes."

"Good girl." He responds as he places himself inside of me. Because of our height difference, he bent me over and had to pick my hips up lining himself with my pussy, leaving my feet dangling in the air.

Again, giving no warnings, he thrusts inside of me hard. "Fuck, Dean." I say momentarily closing my eyes as my face is shoved on the counter. He stops and grabs ahold of my hair, making me look back up to the mirror, "I didn't say you could close your eyes." He said in a dominating tone.

All of the times we had sex before this, it was never so dominating, but I really enjoyed this side of him.

He continues thrusting inside of me, keeping his hand tangled in my hair. He bends down and whispers in my ear "Look how pretty you look taking my dick. You look so needy. I bet you would beg for my dick, wouldn't you?"

I nod, not being able to form any comprehendible words as he fucks me senseless.

I finally feel my climax near, and by the groans Dean is making, he is close too. He continues fucking me at the same pace, slow but hard. "Dean, I'm gonna cum." I say while still trying to look into the mirror.

"You remember what I told you? You're gonna watch yourself cum. You're going to watch how desperate you are for my dick." He reminds me while bending down near my ear so I can hear him whisper.

"Oh, fuck!" I say closing my eyes, reaching my peak. Dean pulls my hair making me look at myself in the mirror as I cum. I make eye contact with him through the mirror, making him closer to his climax.

He pulls out of me and grabs my waist, making me go down to my knees in front of him. He strokes his dick in front of me, making me open my mouth ready to taste his cum.

He reaches his climax and cums on my face and gets some on my tongue. Once he comes down from his orgasm, he smiles at me while he taps his dick on my cheek, making me smile.

"Fuck!" He curses out as he watches me swallow his cum, rising back to my feet, kissing him on the lips while my face is still covered in his cum.

As good as that felt, I was no where near satisfied. And by the look of Dean's still hard dick, neither was he.

This is going to be a fun night.

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