Page 47 of Dirty Love

But I could hold her on my lap like this for hours and just look at her.

She’s not having any of that.

“Please, Wilson…” She tangles her fingers with mine and pulls our hands between her legs.

I watch in the mirror as we touch her pussy together.

“I need you here,” she whispers. “I feel empty. We can be quick.”

Lust jolts through me. My tongue feels thick as I curl my body around hers, pulling her legs wider still. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes.” She rocks on her thighs, lifting herself up and making space for me to unzip behind her.

My cock bounces against her ass as I get my pants out of the way, then I fit us together easily. She’s tight, wet and ready for me. Being bare against her is like an electric current, and I want more, but I want it slow. I don’t want to miss a single moment of this first slide into her without anything between us.

“Yes, yes, yes….” She pants as I pulse my hips, stretching her entrance. “Put it in me.”

“Shhh…” I ease her onto me—Jesus, nothing in the world feels this good—then guide her up and down with one hand while the other finds her clit. Already hard and swollen, it fits perfectly between two fingertips. I drive into her, pushing her into my hand at the same time as I pinch my fingers together.

She gasps, and I do it again.

Hard, fast, rough.

Her hip is going to have a red handprint from where I’m gripping her.

Good. I want to mark her in a thousand ways, inside and out.

My dick thickens even more, stretching her out as I ruthlessly make her ride me all the way down. My pulse pounds in my neck as I bottom out inside her, my bare cock snug insider her cunt.

This is how it’s supposed to be. Fuck my life that I didn’t know this before, but holy hell, I’m gonna hang on to this woman forever. I swear under my breath, and she moans, “yes, forever, fuck me,” and it feels too fucking good to worry about how much of that I said out loud.

“Wilson,” she says desperately, her voice rising as she chases the orgasm I’m pounding into her.

I’ve never cared about my name before now, but fuck, that sounds right. “Yes, secret girl. Come on my cock. Come on, that’s a good girl. Fuck yeah.”

I bury myself inside her, holding still as she pulses around me, and when she tips over the edge, I cover her mouth to keep up the pretense of this being dirty changing room sex.

But fuck, it stopped being that somewhere in the middle of me losing my mind.

I hold her tight, breathing her in as she shudders in my arms, and when the last after-shocks of her orgasm fade, I ease her off my still-raging cock.

But my secret girl doesn’t share my plans to save that for later. She spins around and sinks to her knees, her eyes wide and her cheeks pink. Her tits are still out and they’re fucking glorious. She’s still right in the role-play, no problem. “I think we’ve got another minute. Can you come quickly?”

“Fuck. Yes.” I fist the base of my cock as she swallows my length, her lips stretching wide. It’s an obscene image, her on her knees for me, working her way up and down my still-wet-from-her pole. My balls are tight and my release is already churning, ready to explode onto her tongue. “Suck me. Harder. Yes.”

I’m whispering guttural nothings now as her tongue slides against my throbbing skin. She’s perfect, my dirty little secret. Filthy perfection.

When I come, the corners of my vision go black and I see spots. She swallows every spurt, and sits back on her heels when I finish shooting down her throat.

“Yummy,” she whispers, licking her lips, and I die all over again.

—twenty-one—

Tabitha

When I wake up, it’s dark outside and Wilson is awake, working at the desk. He has two laptops open.

In the glow of the screens, he looks serious. Intent.

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