Page 25 of Dirty Love

But we’re going to do it together.

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Wilson

I settle her more firmly on the table and spread her legs wide. I’m still dressed in my jeans and dress shirt. I rolled up my sleeves when I was waiting for her earlier, but she’s gloriously naked and I want—no, need—to be buried to the hilt inside her, so my clothes are a problem. I roughly undo the buttons on my shirt as she watches me.

I’d have gotten it all the way off, too, if she hadn’t reached between her legs and touched herself.

I can’t explain the hold this woman has on me. Fuck it, I don’t want to explain it. If I think too long about that, too hard, I’ll stop myself before we get to the finish line.

I grab her wrist with a growl and pull her hands to my chest, then my lips, where I suck the taste of her arousal off her skin.Mine.

“Bed,” she whispers, scratching her short nails into my hair as she wraps her arms around me. The light touch sends a bolt of desire straight to my balls.

“No,” I growl. “I want you right here, right now.”

“Someone might come in.”

“Then they’ll have to watch.” This is important. I glare at her. “I’m not sharing you.Just you and me. No fucking orgies to hide behind. But I don’t care who sees me take you, you got that? Nothing you can say or do will shock me. I’m not…Fuck, Tabitha. I’m not a possessive man. But when it comes to you, I think I am, and you’re just going to have to deal with that.”

“You don’t want to see me lick someone’s sweet pussy while you pound into me?”

That’s hot, I can’t deny it. And I’m an asshole for not taking what she’s offering—for demanding something most definitelynoton offer.

“You like the taste of pussy?” I slide my middle finger along her slit, easily finding her soaking wet entrance. I circle her slick skin as she clenches helplessly, coating my finger with her juices before lifting my hand to her mouth. “Then suck.”

She does, greedily, but it’s not the taste of herself that she’s hungry for. She sucks my entire finger deep into her hot, wet mouth, her tongue pulling my digit nearly into her throat.

The vacuum seal makes my dick surge against the fly of my jeans.

“Get my cock out,” I tell her roughly. Her eyes go wide and I press my finger hard against her tongue. I’m not fucking joking. She’s got me halfway to coming, and it’s not going to be in my pants.

It’s going to be down her million-dollar throat.

And then I’m going to get hard again—if I even go soft at all—and my next load will be in her off-limits pussy.

Nothing about Tabitha is off-limits to me.

Not anymore.

Her hands are like magic, getting my fly down and my cock out in a flash. She makes this hungry little sound that kills me as she gives me a preliminary squeeze and a drop of pre-come appears for her.

“Lick it up,” I order, and she scrambles to her knees, tongue out, eyes closed. I cover her hand with my own, rubbing the fat head of my dick against her tongue, then I butt it right up against her lips. “Open. Ahhh. Yes. Good. Girl. Fuck. Yeah. Swallow.”

I pet her cheek as she pulls me deep, doing exactly what she promised on my finger. God, she’s good. My eyes drift shut and I snap them open again. I’m not going to miss a second of this. She’s incredible. Her dark hair flows over her bare shoulders, creamy pale skin swaying back and forth as she puts her entire body into sucking me dry. Her tits sway between us, and I picture stretching her out on a bed. They’re big enough they’d still be fuckable when she’s on her back.

I need them in my mouth.

I need my dick buried deep in her pussy.

With a growl I slide my thumb along the corner of her mouth, getting her attention. “Enough.”

She whimpers as I lean down and pick her up, carrying her to the couch.

I set her down and return to my knees, kissing her thighs and then burying my face in her pussy as I rid myself of my shirt.

My first impression of her, when I started digging, was that she was pure sex and sin. Then we met in person and I saw her fear. On stage, she’s something else. Larger than life and transcendent.

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