"So goddamn dirty," Dean grunted, almost losing the words in a particularly rough twist of her hips. "Fucking love you, c'mon, c'mon." He didn't even know what he was asking for anymore - for more of her hand, for more cock, more dirty talk, or just to come his brains out, because Dean could already see it on the horizon, tangled up in that bundle of nerves deep inside of him and ready to explode.