Page 41 of Dirty Deeds

“I like it rough.”

“I know you do.”

In one fluid motion, I pull all the way out and slam back in. Her ass jiggles and my balls slap against her skin. She cries my name, but I can barely hear her over my pounding pulse. She meets every thrust, her tight little pussy stretching around my cock. It’s fucking amazing.

When she starts to clench, I grip her hips even tighter.

My lips move to the shell of her ear.

“Come,” I demand.

The sounds of our bodies joining together grows louder.

Our breaths heavier.

She turns her head and our eyes lock.

Then she comes.

She reaches around, her hands finding my wrists and she holds herself steady as I continue to pound my cock inside of her, going even deeper, fucking her through her orgasm, edging her toward a second.

“Tell me to pull out or I’m going to come inside of you,” I growl, struggling to keep my control until she gives me an answer. But she says nothing.

“Danica,” I grind out.

“Come,” she pants. “I want to know what it feels like.”

I don’t know if my brain actually processes what those words mean, because I can’t wait anymore. She’s given me the green light and I’m fucking taking it.

I roll my hips, thrusting deeper and a feral groan sounds from the back of my throat as jets of my come fill her. When she’s taken every drop, I slow my movements and loosen my grip on her hips. Her body goes lax against the cushions, and I pull out, watching intently as my body leaves hers. Her pussy contracts at the loss and my come slides out. My thumb catches a drop, dragging it through her lips, to her clit.

Admiring my handiwork, I take a step back. My cock thick, heavy, and covered in Danica’s release swings between my legs. She rolls over and sprawls out on the couch. Her eyes find mine and a timid smile flashes across her flushed face.

“That was…” Her voice trails as she continues to try and catch her breath.

“Fantastic.” I bend forward, covering her mouth with mine. She smiles against my lips, and I take the opportunity to nip at her bottom lip. Pulling back slightly, I run my finger down the side of her face. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall, first door on the right.”

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I grab my shorts off the floor and head to the bathroom. A smile creeps across my face as I take in the room, spotting the signature touches that make it hers. Then I move to the sink and wash up. Once I’m finished, I pull my shorts on and grab a hand towel, running it under warm water. I make my way back to Danica only to find her sitting on the couch, folding my t-shirt. When she realizes I’m watching her, she lifts the shirt and grins.

“I dig the logo,” she teases. “Is it supposed to be a cartoon version of you because it’s missing some tattoos.”

“Very funny.” I walk over to her and take a seat on the coffee table. “Open your legs.”

She quirks an eyebrow.

“Round two, already?”

I laugh, pushing her legs apart. I press the towel to the inside of her thigh and look up at her.

“That okay?”

She combs her fingers through my hair.

“It’s perfect.”

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