Page 10 of Dirty Girl

Reaching out, I cup her thigh and pull her closer. Her breath catches in her throat and arousal flares in her eyes. I guide her onto the bed so that she’s straddling me. She looks like a goddess sitting there with desire in her eyes. I roll my hips, rubbing my cock against her pussy. Her lips fall open on a soft moan. Unable to deny myself a minute longer, I sit up wrapping my arms around her curvy body, pressing us chest to chest.

I can feel her hard, little nipples through her thin dress and the heat of her cunt through her panties. I’m going to have to talk to her about walking around like this. I can’t have any other fuckers seeing what’s mine. I’m a jealous bastard when it comes to her and I won’t apologize for it.

“Kiss me,” I command.

Her lips are whisper soft as they brush tentatively against mine. God, I love her shyness. Most women would either be aggressive and greedy or trying to play coy. My girl is neither. If she knew the effect she has on men, she’d be a deadly weapon that they’d all line up to be destroyed by.

Slowly, her confidence grows and her lips move over mine with more purpose. I follow her lead, content to give her this even though everything inside me wants to take over. To possess her. To own her. She’s mine—mind, body, and soul. Her tongue lightly brushes against my bottom lip and I open for her. That delectable little tongue slips against mine and I swear my cock could explode from just her innocent little kisses.

Her kisses become bolder and she starts rocking against me, using my body for her pleasure. My control unravels and in seconds I have her on her back. She looks up at me breathlessly, her lips wet and swollen from our kisses. Dylan is spread out before me like a fucking gift from the gods.

The strap of her dress has fallen from one shoulder showing the plump curve of her breast. The hem of the skirt is shucked up around her hips so far I can see her plain, white cotton panties and the unmistakable wetness. I groan at the sight. Leave it to my dirty girl to make a virginal pair of panties look like a wet dream come true. Unable to hold back, I rip her panties from her body. She gasps in shock at the rendering fabric, but when my fingers trail through her slit it turns in to a moan of pleasure.

“Always so wet for me.” I lift my fingers to my lips and suck her sweetness from the tips. “Delicious.” I push two fingers into her tight channel and rub my thumb over her clit, getting her nice and ready for me. I’m not going to be able to do gentle. I’m so worked up. This is going to be hard and dirty.

“Going to fuck this little pussy.”

“God, yes!” She moans. “Fuck me, Jenson.”

I enter her in one long push. She sucks in a breath and her eyes squeeze shut as she takes me. This proves what kind of bastard I am. Fucking her like a beast after I just took her virginity, knowing that she’d be sore. Even though it’s torture, I hold still, giving her a moment to adjust. When the tension in her body relaxes and her hips shift slightly under mine, I pull out then bury myself balls deep again. This time when her pussy clenches around my cock, it’s from pleasure not pain.

“You’re so tight. Wet. Hot.” I punctuate every word with a devastatingly hard thrust. “Could fuck you all day.”

“Yes… yes… oh God… more…” She is panting, begging deliriously and I love it.

I tilt her hips up, changing the angle slightly so that with every thrust my cock rubs against her G-spot. Her eyes pop open and she looks at me in wonder. I smirk at her knowingly. Every time I bottom out inside her, she swivels her hips, adding pressure to her clit. She might be inexperienced, but she naturally seeks out her pleasure. It’s hot as hell. The way her pussy is squeezing around me, I know she’s close, which is good because I’m about to lose it myself.

“That’s it, come for me.”

Then she’s falling apart in my arms and I’m tumbling over the edge with her. Filling her with my cum. Marking her as mine. Still buried deep, I lock our lips together in a soul searing kiss. I’m desperate to claim her. To keep her forever.

I untangle myself from her body, hating any distance between us I pull her close. She instantly sinks into my embrace with her head cradled against my chest. We lay quietly. Her fingertips trace the tattooed lines on my chest while mine are running through her hair. I could spend the rest of my life with Dylan wrapped safely in my arms.

I’m about to tell her so when my phone rings. I drop a kiss to her head, then slide out from under her to grab my phone from the dresser. Reg’s name flashes across the screen.

Damn it.

“Jenson.”

“Someone broke into the club early this morning after we closed up.”

Anger flashes through me like a wildfire. “What the fuck?!”

“The security system shows someone disarmed it at oh-six-hundred and it was rearmed forty-two minutes later.”

“Do we know who it was? What’s on the tapes?”

“Negative. Whoever it was dressed to impress. Full-on cat burglar style, mask and all.”

Motherfucker.

“I’ll be there in thirty.”

I don’t wait for his response before I end the call and toss my phone back on the dresser. When I turn to the bed, Dylan is looking up at me with a sad, understanding smile.

“You have to go again?” Her voice is whisper soft as she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

I cross the room to her and pull her into my lap, holding her close. “I’m sorry, beautiful. There’s a problem down at the club.”

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