Page 52 of Dealing Dirty
After scurrying backward to make space for his massive frame, he closes the door behind him with a flick of his boot.
The cloth-covered row I lie back on is large enough to sit four people comfortably and still have plenty of leg room. So when he pauses to remove his shoes and then mine, it’s too easy to let my knees drift apart, getting comfortable as I spread myself for him.
He covers me like a blanket, fitting himself between my thighs. Laughter bubbles up in my throat when he mimics my claws, dragging his own down my chest. The bottom of my shirt creeps up my abdomen with his fingers until they brush against the underside of my lace bra.
“This wouldn’t happen to be red, would it?” He peeks up from my belly through thick lashes.
“Maybe…” I say, amused by his wolfish grin.
Derrick hugs me to him, reaching behind my back and snapping each metal clasp with precision. Once it’s free, he slides it and my shirt up and over my head, baring my full breasts to his branding gaze.
Swooping down, his tongue flicks over one beaded nipple, drawing it into his mouth. Jolts of pleasure shoot from my chest straight to my curling toes. As he gives the same treatment to the other breast, I arch against his hot, slick mouth and award him little moans.
My hands slide up and down his spine, enjoying the weight of his body. The overhead light slowly dims until it’s no longer lit, and our heavy breathing is a sweet melody to my sensitive ears.
Derrick pulls away to settle back onto his knees. He hooks his fingers over the sides of my pants, and I eagerly lift my hips. When my knees spread again, I gift him the perfect view of the effect he has on me.
I'm done being gentle, dammit. I want the roughness I was promised. But when I spring forward to unfasten his pants, he bats my hands away.
“Lie back, hellcat. That’s an order.” Gripping my stubborn chin, he kisses the tip. “I’ve waited this long for you, and I plan to savor every second of it.”
I swallow, nibbling the inside of my lip as I lean back on my forearms.
“Christ, Juliana.” He stares at my center, spreading it wide with his thumbs, and though it’s dark, we both know I’m glistening for him.
“If you won’t allow me to kiss your lips, then I suppose I’ll have to settle for these.”
I gasp at the burst of wet heat from his tongue licking straight up my nerve endings, firing them to a scorching degree. Derrick tortures me with sloth-like motions, flicking all the way up and down. He cups my ass in his strong hands, lifting and feasting on me as if I’m his only source of nourishment.
“Derrick,” I whisper, and he moans his approval.
“Say it again,” he commands against my flesh.
I slap my palms over the bench and dig my nails in. This lioness wants the upper hand, and she’s not afraid to fight him for it.
The rush of air he blows over me is cooling. “Say. It. Again.”
My eyes pierce his through the darkness, but my stubborn lips won’t move. Releasing me, my hips drop with a softthud, and his hand skims up my ribcage to cup my breast. I see stars when he pinches my nipple while sliding first one finger, then another, inside me.
Slowly, his fingers glide in and out. He smooths my essence around to prepare me for what’s to come, and I lose myself to every building sensation. Quickening his pace, he curls his fingers against my inner walls so they hit my G-spot, and I bite my lip in a punishing grip.
I forget about Jackie, Sasha, Bruce, and the danger that is seemingly never-ending. There’s nothing and nowhere I would rather be than at the mercy of the man above me.
Just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, he stops.
“Ugh!” I huff, red-faced.
“All you have to do it whisper one little word.”
I shake my head, and he flicks a finger, making me jump.
“Say my name, Juliana.” No nicknames, justmyname tumbling from his lips. “Tell me to make you come. Beg me to bury myself inside you. I want you to scream for me until your voice is hoarse and you forget where you are. Go to that place in your mind only I can take you, and I promise, I’ll be here when you come back.”
It’s on the very tip of my tongue. He’s slicking his fingers in and out of me at a delicious pace, and I’m two seconds from shouting it.
“Be my reckoning.”
His fingers drive into me the way I’m dying for his body to. “Yes, Derrick. Please!”
