Page 77 of Play Dirty

Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, a memory drifts through my subconscious. Damien telling me how inept I am sexually. Me spending twenty minutes on my knees just trying to give him an erection. In retrospect, I now know it was because of all the cocaine he used to do, but I didn’t know that then.

It grated on my nerves and my self-esteem because what guy doesn’t get hard when a woman he’s supposedly in love with sucks his dick?

Except he wasn’t in love with me, not really, and his drug use had nothing to do with me.

The dynamic with Marty is totally different.

I barely have to do anything to turn him on and he wants me all the time.

Like right now.

I trail my fingers along his shaft, lightly scratching my nails on the soft skin, and he hisses.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask quietly.

He shakes his head. “No. You’re just torturing me.”

I smile playfully. “Oops.”

Wrapping one hand around him, I stroke up and down, with steady pressure, watching his face to measure his level of comfort. I sense he likes it a little rough—despite how gentle he’s always been with me—and I’m ready to take things to the next level in that department.

With one hand around his cock and the other lightly squeezing his balls, I lean forward and nibble the head.

“Yum,” I whisper, tasting the salty pre-cum seeping from the tip.

He digs a hand into my hair, tugging until I lift my gaze to his.

“Look at me when you suck my cock.”

The space between my legs gets damp at the tone of his voice.

I’ve never been a fan of being dominated, but that’s not what this is.

This is hot.

Sexy.

Marty.

I kiss a trail along the underside of his shaft, pausing to lick and suck at the skin, before wrapping my lips around him. I suck hard and hear his sharp intake of breath. He likes that.

So I do it again, sucking hard and then backing off, keeping him on edge.

“God damn, baby, that’s so good.”

I open my mouth wider, take him a little deeper, and work the rest of his shaft with my hand. Saliva drips from my mouth but that just makes my job easier, and my head bobs in time to his light thrusts.

“Fuck, Stevie…” His grip on my hair tightens and he starts moving faster, effectively fucking my mouth, and all I can do is hang on.

He picks up speed, hitting the back of my throat, and a guttural roar leaves him as he shoots off.

“Fuck!” He’s still pulsing inside my mouth, and I swallow every drop, continuing to suck until he’s drained.

“I’m taking you to bed now,” he growls.

Then he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.

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