Page 7 of Dirty Girl

I pull the sheets in closer, uncomfortable in my nakedness. He makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. “Don’t fucking hide yourself from me. You are mine.”

“S… sorry,” I stammer as the sheet is ripped from my arms and tossed to the floor. In the next second I’m wrapped in Jenson’s strong arms and his lips are eating at mine like a starving man given his first meal in weeks.

I’m stiff in his arms, my body locked in confusion as my brain tries to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions swirling around inside me. Jenson growls into my lips when he realizes I’m not responding. Strong fingers trail down my cheek and jaw as his kiss changes from desperate to tender. My focus is torn between his kisses and the fiery trail of possession his hand is taking. I never realized how powerful a simple touch could be.

Slowly, my tension slips away as his touch wins out. Desire races through my body as I kiss him back. Our tongues slide against each other, a firm pressure that steals my breath and heats my blood to boiling. My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull at the strands. Part of me is pulling him away, the other part pulling him closer. When his big hands grip my ass and he lifts me bodily, I wrap myself around him.

His mouth plunders mine and his arms hold me to him as if he’s afraid I’ll get away from him and disappear. My head spins as he continues to steal my breath, but then his lips are sucking at my neck and his teeth are scoring along my clavicle giving my lungs a chance to catch up.

“You can’t leave me.” His voice is hoarse; rough with desire, torn with some unknown emotion. “You. Are. Mine,” he declares, each word punctuated by a searing hot kiss.

I pull away from his lips, resting my forehead against his. My mind is one big jumble of confusion. Why did he leave me last night? Where did he go? Why didn’t he come home? And most importantly, why me?

His hand cups my cheek, icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Don’t do that, beautiful girl. Don’t question this, I can see you overthinking things. You are mine. I’m sorry I was gone for so long. I had a problem at the club and had to take care of it. I should’ve called you.”

He follows his words with a kiss. It’s achingly sweet and completely drugging. Each press of his lips or swipe of his tongue convinces me that I truly am his. They comfort me and erase my doubts.

He lowers me to my feet, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before walking into the en-suite bathroom. Tears prick my eyes at his tenderness. Yesterday, all of this was just a fantasy. Now that it’s a reality, I’m not sure what to do with it. The way he so resolutely stated that I’m his makes me want to profess my love and devotion to him, but I can’t. If this is just a game to him, I couldn’t survive it if I open up my heart to him just to be discarded later on.

A hot tear slips down my cheek and I quickly dash it away, angry at myself for not basking in the knowledge that Jenson might feel the same way about me. I hear the shower kick on and I release a shuddering breath as I try to pull myself together. I can’t leave this room a mess. It’ll be hard enough explaining things away if I’m caught sneaking out, but explaining away tears on top of that?

Impossible.

Another traitorous tear falls and I dash it away, too. I’m about thirty seconds from giving up on holding myself together when Jenson stalks back into the room naked. He takes me in slowly. The sight of my lip tightly pinched between my teeth and the tear tracking down my cheek, has him crossing the room quickly to console me.

“Baby, don’t cry.” Scooping me up in his arms he carries me into the bathroom and straight into the shower. He sets me down under the hot spray, then pulls me in close to his chest. “It’s okay, pretty girl. I’m sorry.”

I have no clue what he’s apologizing for, but somehow it gives me permission to give in to my irrational tears. I cling to him as I cry while he simply holds me. Once I’ve calmed he pulls away just enough to grab the shampoo and then proceeds to wash and condition my hair. By the time he’s done, my emotional turmoil has settled some and my bones are made of jelly. I’m so relaxed I could easily melt into a puddle. That is, until his very talented hands start soaping up my body. Even though it’s obvious he’s not purposefully making it sexual, I can’t help but respond. The hard length of his cock pressed between us shows he’s not unaffected either.

Grabbing the soap, I let my hands roam over his body as I explore. His breath catches when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it boldly. My hands may be brave, but my cheeks are flushed and my eyes meet his shyly. Jenson’s lips part and his eyes close as he loses himself to my touch. The pleasure on his face makes me lose my inhibitions and I find myself sliding to my knees. Now that I’m on my knees in front of him I can really appreciate his size—at least ten inches—how he ever fit inside me I’ll never know.

I’m not sure where to begin. I’ve watched porn before so I know how this works, but putting it to the test is kind of intimidating. What if I do it wrong? Oh well, in for a penny in for a pound, right?

Before I can talk myself out of it, I wrap my lips around his cock and push him to the back of my throat… and then I gag.

Oh my God.

I can’t believe I already messed up when I’ve only just started. How embarrassing. He slips from between my lips and what I should do next alludes me because obviously I suck at, well, sucking.

That train of thought is completely derailed when Jenson’s fingers grip my wet locks.

“Fuck me, baby. That was hot. Is my naughty girl going to suck my cock?” He practically growls.

Wait, what?

I blink up at him in confusion, but decide to give him what he obviously wants despite my fumbling attempt. Instead of taking him fully into my mouth, this time I lick and kiss his length. Getting to know every hot inch of the silky, soft skin covering the hard steel beneath. Remembering an article I read once in a magazine, I cup his balls in my hand and gently massage them as I flick my tongue over and around the head of his cock.

A pearly drop of pre-cum leaks from his tip and I lick it away. The taste is not exactly what I was expecting. It’s salty and a bit bitter. Not unappealing, yet definitely an acquired taste.

“Such a little cock tease,” Jenson reprimands. “Take me in your mouth. Suck me down, pretty girl.”

My pussy pulses with pleasure at his dirty words. Lord have mercy. Who knew such vulgar talk could be such a huge turn on?

Spreading my lips, I take him into my mouth slowly this time. First, sucking on the head, rubbing my tongue along the spongey softness just below the head before pushing him deeper. His hand tenses in my hair and his body is like a coiled snake ready to snap. He’s barely holding on to his control and I feel ten feet tall knowing I’m the one who is driving him crazy.

“So, good,” Jenson praises. His hand cups my face and his thumb caresses my cheek. “Look at me.”

I instantly obey, my eyes meeting his as I continue to lick and suck him. I can’t help but wonder what I look like down on my knees with my mouth stuffed full of his cock. My nipples are so hard they ache. My pussy is drenched and needy. I feel sexy. I feel like his dirty girl and I love it.

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