Page 39 of Dirty Love

“Okay... Are you talking about yourself in the third person?”

He grins. “Yeah. Show Nix your pussy.”

That he’s being weird is hardly a reason not to comply with a perfect delicious request. I reach between my legs and run my fingertips over my sex, parting the lips to show him how wet I am.

I’m shameless. I’m a slut. This is nothing.

He works his way up my thigh, drying me off all the way until our fingers brush. And then he keeps going, making me groan, because I want his touch, not my own. He rolls me over and dries my back, my hair. His solid thighs, still clad in denim, rub rough against my skin when he straddles my legs.

When he finally tosses the towel aside, he doesn’t turn me again.

Instead he jerks my hips into the air, so I need to scramble to get my legs under me, and spanks my ass lazily. “Good girl.”

“Try harder.”

“Bad girl?”

“Closer.”

He laughs and leans over me, brushing his lips against my shoulder blade. “Baby girl. I remember.” He curls his hand around my biceps. “I remember everything. And it’s not enough. I want to find out more about what makes you tick, my little Tabitha. My secret girl.”

Oh. My chest heats up. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

I press my hips into the air, suddenly needy for him to touch me. “Please.”

He bites me next, pulling the flesh of my back up and into his mouth. A gentle tug, but the reminder of his intent—to claim and possess me—is clear.

The ache between my legs intensifies.

He works down my spine, kissing and licking and marking me until my thighs are wet from how much I want him. When he gets to my ass, he grips my hips, spreading me open.

“Are you sensitive here?” he asks, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes.”

He growls.

“Was I supposed to say, ‘I don’t know, Mister, nobody has never touched me there before.’?”

“Always.” He nips at my butt cheek.

I close my eyes as he slowly laves his tongue down my crease. “Ahhhh. Nobody’s ever fucked me there, if that counts.”

His tongue stops for a beat—oh, yes, maybe that counts—then resumes its torture.

Waves of hot pleasure and prickly embarrassment roll over me, twisting my mind upside down. I can’t think straight when he’s doing that, so I stop trying and just grip the blanket beneath me.

My orgasm comes quickly once he slides his hand up the inside of my thigh and finds my clit.

And as soon as that one fades, he’s bodily moving me, first to the side, then once he has a condom, lifting me on top of him. I’m boneless, but that doesn’t bother him in the least.

He’s big and hard all over, muscles flexing as he spreads my legs and pushes into me. We both groan, a chorus of sex noises that sound foreign to me. Strange and wonderful. I bury my face in his neck, wanting more of his scent, more of his sweat as he begins to move inside me.

One of his hands holds my arms together behind my back.

The other curves over my ass, and as he fucks into me, he penetrates me there, too, filling both my holes with a ruthlessness that steals my breath.

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