Page 54 of Dirty Deeds

“Chicken or the Egg?”

“You’re about to have the best fucking wings of your life. I got every flavor.”

He takes a seat across from me, then his gaze drops to my shirt and something I can’t place flashes in his eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He stands and disappears out of the room. Alone, I take in the variety of wings and decide we’re going to need something to wash all of this down with. Making my way to the cooler, I pluck a fresh beer for Enzo and refill my wine. Enzo returns, a t-shirt in his hand.

“I wasn’t going to give this to you until later, but your shirt is too pretty and I rather it not get ruined.”

He unfolds it, holding it up to display the Scotto Construction logo. A foreign feeling washes overs me and suddenly, I’m consumed by emotion. Tears spring to my eyes and I rush toward him, throwing my arms around his neck.

“Whoa,” he rasps, his hands taking purchase on my hips. “It’s just a t-shirt, babe.”

It’s not just a t-shirt, it’s the thought behind it.

It’s not just a simple touch, it’s the feel of a working man’s rough hands going soft when they land on you.

It’s an old cooler filled with cheap beer, red Solo cups, and expensive wine.

It’s calling your buddy to have him close his business so you can be alone with your paranoid girl.

Its axe throwing and chicken wings that remind you of your childhood.

It’s the care he takes.

It’shim.

* * *

Turnsout I don’t need a banana. I suck dick like a champ.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Enzo growls against my pussy. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he gives my clit another flick of his tongue, then he pushes me off. His cock slips out of my mouth, and he slides me down his body. “As much as I want to blow my load down your throat, I want to fill your sweet cunt more.”

I flip over and straddle his thighs. He doesn’t have to say another word.

Lifting myself up, I position my pussy over the head of his cock and slide down, impaling myself totally.

“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses. Lurching forward, he drives his fingers into my hair and slams his mouth over mine. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth, mimicking the way my pussy slides over his cock. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs against my lips.

He pulls on my hair, his mouth leaving mine and moving to my neck where he sucks hard, leaving his mark. My hands find his shoulders and I start to fuck him harder. A delicious friction spikes against my clit and before I know it, I’m bucking against him, screaming his name.

His fingers leave my hair, and he slides his hands down to my hips, guiding me over his cock. He thrusts up, roaring as his orgasm hits him hard. My pussy clenches around him, draining every drop. When there’s nothing left to give…nothing left to take…he falls back on the bed, and I collapse on top of him.

“When you know, you know,” he pants.

I have no idea what that means, but I’m too exhausted to ask. The Epsom salt was a nice idea, but it didn’t work.

His dick, still semi-hard, remains nestled inside of me as he winds his arms around me and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“You want to get cleaned up?”

“I don’t want to move.”

“Then don’t.”

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