Page 26 of Dirty Love

Now she’s warm and real.

Sexy, yes, but there’s nothing sinful about the way she wraps her thighs around my head. Soft and eager. She tastes like unbridled desire. No games, no rules, no contract or texted instructions.

I touch her again as I work her clit with my tongue. Circle, circle, flick. My fingers tease her entrance, then slide in when she bucks her hips.

Begging for it. Greedy girl. Good girl.

She grips me tight and my dick throbs, ready for the condom I brought with me.

But first I need to know what she tastes like when she flies free.

I want to give her the wings she thinks she’ll never have. I want to show her she’s an angel on Earth. My heart is pounding as I stroke my fingers in and out of her clenching cunt, curving up to find that spot that makes her gasp.

That makes her moan.

I rub her there, as I suck her clit, and as she tenses beneath me, I exhale, hot breath against her sex as I fuck a third finger into her, stretching her wider than she expected.

Her hips jerk off the couch, her legs splaying wide, and I follow her, pulling her clit into my mouth one last time as she curls up around my head and holds on tight.

I grin to myself against the inside of her thigh.

Beautiful.

—fourteen—

Tabitha

I may have blacked out there for a second. Not sure. Wilson’s moving me now, like I’m a rag doll. He settles on the couch, holding me on his lap. He’s naked.

No, not fully, I realize as I shift back to regular consciousness. His jeans are shoved down to his knees. I can feel them behind me.

But from thighs up, we’re naked together, and between our bodies, his cock rises. Thick and hard. Curved nicely, and there’s more of that delicious pre-come forming on the tip.

I make another hopeless sound as he covers it up with a condom, but then his hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me up and onto him.

Oh my God.

I feel like a teenager again.

Maybe that’s because the last time—

No. Not going there.

But yeah. This…I don’t do this.

“I don’t either,” he mutters, and I bite my lip.

What else did I say out loud?

He holds me above him, just circling the tip inside my pussy lips. I’m so sloppy for him he could probably just slide in—I’m sure of it. Until he actually starts to slide in, and I have to take a deep breath, becauseholy shit.

I mean, I’ve had him in my mouth. I know he’s big.

But there’s nothing quite likethis. His gaze glued to mine. His hands, branding my hips with a bruising hold as he rocks into me. Up. Up. Up.

Each pulse pressing inexorably deeper.

Tearing my heart in two.

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