Page 40 of Dirty Deeds

She’s close.

So fucking close.

I slide my fingers out of her and give her clit another proper suck, then I remove my mouth from her cunt and lift my hand, smearing the wetness on my fingertips across her swollen lips.

Her fingers give the back of my neck a squeeze.

“Please, Enzo.”

“Lick your lips if you want to come.”

She does as she’s told, her tongue sensually gliding over her lips, licking and savoring every drop.

Such a good girl.

I rise to my feet, hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts. I slide them down my legs and kick them the rest of the way off. My cock, hard as steel, juts against my stomach. Danica’s eyes follow the movement. Her cheeks flush and a soft moan spills from her lips.

Such a very good girl.

My hand closes around my shaft and I give it a few pulls, swiping my thumb across the crown, wiping away the tiny pearl of pre-come. In my haste to get to Danica, I didn’t pause to grab a condom and I sure as fuck didn’t make any pitstops. But if I remember correctly, we ran out of condoms on Christmas Eve. We had a conversation, revealing we were both clean and when it was time to come, I pulled out, decorating her tits with my come.

This time I have other plans.

“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

“Patience, baby,” I tsk.

“I lost any patience I had when you pulled your fingers out of my pussy before I could come.”

“So that’s it, huh? You want to come.”

“I licked my lips.”

“You did.”

“A deal is a deal,” she hisses, clenching her teeth as she leans forward and reaches for my cock. Moving out of her reach, I grab her wrist and pin it over head, against the couch.

“You get my cock when you’re on your knees bent over the couch, with your ass in the air and your wet cunt on full display.”

“Keep talking like that and I won’t even need your cock.”

I wink at her. “You’ll still want it.”

She huffs out a breath, then flips over, onto her knees. Looking at me from over her shoulder, she gathers her long hair and moves it away from her back, giving me a prime view of her sweat slicked skin. Then she grips the back of the couch and leans forward, pushing her ass out to me.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, stepping forward. My hands slip between her legs, inching them further apart. Grabbing my cock, I position myself, rubbing the crown through her wetness. Her pussy is pink, swollen, and so fucking ready for me. With my cock where it needs to be, my hands take purchase on her hips. I hold her completely still and thrust deep inside, giving her all my length in one go.

She cries out and her body goes completely rigid. She’s so fucking tight. So fucking perfect. I don’t know how the hell I survived six months without this…without her, but I know for certain I can’t go another day. Once a man gets a taste of something so fucking divine, he holds on for dear life.

“You good?” I grunt, squeezing her hips as I push deeper. My chest presses against her back and I dip my head, my mouth finding her neck. I only mean to kiss her, but I find myself sucking and nipping.

Bruising.

Marking her as mine.

“Mmm,” she murmurs.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I rasp against her skin. “Hold on, baby. It’s going to get rough.”

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