Page 37 of Dealing Dirty
“Woman, you’re killing me.” I groan, flattening my palms against the wall.
Dear God. I don’t know if I can do this. The beast she’s unleashed isn’t fond of this cage.
“Thread your fingers in my hair,” she murmurs against me.
A rush of air leaves my lungs and I almost rejoice. “Yes, ma’am.”
I thread my hands deep into Juliana’s soft tresses, curling my fingers against her scalp. Giving a little payback, I tug just enough that I know it stings, and guide her warm, wet mouth all the way down and back up.
My goddamn toes are curling as I bargain with any deity that’ll listen—saints, God, the fucking Easter Bunny. Just let me last five more minutes with this insatiable woman.
Her teeth scrape against me lightly as she picks up her pace, sliding back and forth, letting me guide her to a pace that’s comfortable for us both.
The slick, hot sensations of her mouth make my lips tremble.
“Do you like this?” she asks around a mouthful, and I nearly lose it right then.
“Yes,” I whisper between gritted teeth. “Don’t stop.”
She reaches behind me, palming my ass as she continues her rhythm. Pressure tightens my chest out of nowhere, and before I can pause to think, I start praising her. I’m spouting off words I may regret later, but hell, I’m a few more strokes from writing her a sonnet.
“Fuck. You’re perfect.” My eyes close tight and I see stars. “I swear to God, Juliana. You’re going to ruin me. You’re going to rip my heart out with those claws of yours and leave me a mess.”
The words encourage her pace. Every inch of my skin is alive with electric nerves. The hairs on my arms stand on end as I edge closer to my release.
“Wait,” I gasp, trying to pull her back. “I want to taste you.”
I laugh on a panting breath.
“Don’t you shake your head at me. Let me have your wetness,reina.” I grip her crown harder as she rides this wave with me. She doesn’t stop, but the need to feel her orgasm rocks my body. I don’t want this to only be for me.
“Juliana, please.” I resort to begging, but she’s relentless in her mission.
The moan that bursts from my lips is gravelly, nearly excruciating from the ecstasy flooding my body as she selflessly brings me to finish. I’m holding on to her for dear life as my breath saws in and out of my chest, afraid that if I let go, I may collapse.
She removes her mouth, and I’m still seeing stars when she tucks my briefs back into place.
I fall to my knees before her.
Who is this incredible woman?
Her silken strands glide between my fingers as I slowly slide them out to cup her cheeks. I bring my forehead to hers. “How dare you.”
I can feel her smile beneath the tips of my thumbs. “You’re welcome.”
Her lips are damp when I brush the pad of my thumb across them, and my dick stirs back to life, knowing I made these lips wet. I’m impressed with my restraint, because right now, I want to pull her toward me, say to hell with the consequences, and taste her.
“Thank you,” I say, and I mean it.
“Juliana?” Cassidy’s sing-song voice sounds from down the hallway.
We freeze, neither of us daring to breathe.
Cassidy’s steps tread lightly past Jack’s office door, and Juliana jerks out of my grip.
“Shit, shit, shit!” she hisses, trying to help me get my shirt back over my head.
She fumbles with the sleeve hole, trying to force it over my head, and I slap at her hands. “Ouch!”
