Page 39 of Dirty Deeds

A memory I want to visit when I take my last breath.

The realization makes me lose control and before I can talk myself down, my hands find their way to the straps on her camisole. I clench them in my fists and pull with all my might, ripping the silk down the middle, exposing her tits.

A gasp flies out of her mouth, and for a split second I almost apologize, but then I see the desire radiating from her eyes. She shrugs the scraps of fabric away from her body and leans back against the wall. A growl erupts from my throat, and I dive in, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, my thumbs rolling over her erect nipples.

“More,” she demands breathlessly. “I need more.”

Pinching the tiny buds, I give them a pull, then I close my mouth over one and suck. My teeth scrape across the sensitive flesh, causing her to hiss in pleasure. I lick and suck to relieve the sting, all while my hand plays with her other tit. Eventually I switch gears, giving the other breast my mouth. When I’ve worked her into a frenzy and my cock feels like it might explode, I release her nipple from my mouth and straighten to my full height. Reaching behind me, I pull my t-shirt over my head.

The need to feel her tits against my bare chest is too great.

I wind my arms around her and pull her against me, closing my eyes as my hands slide under her shorts and grab her ass.

That big, magnificent ass.

Squeezing each cheek, I lift her up. Her legs circle my waist and her arms wind around my neck. She bends her head, her lips finding my neck and I start to aimlessly carry her into the next room. Luckily, for me it’s the living room. I lower her onto the couch and immediately remove her shorts, finding her completely bare.

I don’t know if she’s got a thing against panties, but I’m not complaining. I’m all about easy access and one less barrier means my mouth gets to enjoy her pussy a whole lot sooner.

Kneeling in front of the couch, I cover her knees with my palms and spread her legs open for me. My gaze zeroes in on her cunt—pink and glistening with her arousal, begging for me to claim it with my mouth, my fingers, and most of all, my cock.

“Enzo,” she pants. “Please.”

I lift my gaze, a lazy smile spreading across my face as she writhes around anxiously, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

“Please what?”

She narrows her eyes, glaring at me.

“You’re kidding me, right? Tell me you didn’t come here just to tease me.”

“Oh, baby girl, but teasing is part of the fun.” My hands slide up the insides of her thick thighs. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Your mouth,” she pants, combing her fingers through her hair as she presses her back deeper into the cushions. Her tits sway with the motion, her nipples still hard and swollen. She stares at me. “I want your goddamn mouth.”

“Play with your tits first.”

“I don’t remember you being so cruel,” she hisses. But just as the complaint leaves her lips, her hands close around her breasts. She slowly caresses them, letting her fingers brush back and forth over the tight rigid peaks. I lean back on my haunches, keeping my hands between her legs and let myself enjoy the show. My cock getting harder and harder by the second.

She’s right, this is cruel.

Releasing her breast, she lowers her hand, her fingers crawling down her stomach—their destination obvious.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn, my eyes narrowing as her fingers continue to trail lower and lower, inching toward her clit.

“Why not? You’re not doing it.”

She’s trying to goad me and sure as fuck it works. I smack her hand away, press her thighs further apart and lean forward. My hands leave her legs and move to her pussy, spreading her lips apart. She’s wet, real fucking wet, but I’m going to make her even wetter.

Shoving my face between her thighs, I run the tip of my nose between her slit, breathing in her unique musky scent. Then I start licking.

She lifts her ass off the couch, thrusting her delicious cunt against my mouth as she plunges her fingers through my hair.

“Oh, God. That’s good. So fucking good. Keep going.”

My tongue does another long sweep, then I gather the saliva in my mouth and spit, aiming for her clit. My thumb moves over the tiny bundle of nerves, working my saliva into the sensitive flesh. She moans loudly, holding the back of my head in place as I suck her clit between my lips and shove two fingers inside her.

She gasps my name and I push my fingers deeper, crooking them, hitting the place only legends find. Her legs tighten around me, and she starts to grind against my hand, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

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