Page 25 of Dirty Girl

Goose bumps prick my skin and my pussy clenches at the use of his favorite pet name for me. “I need you.”

He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. “What do you need?”

I know he’s going to make me say it. He loves when I talk dirty to him. It turns him on to hear naughty things come from my ‘innocent’ lips.

“Fuck me, Jenson. I need your big, fat cock buried in my pussy. I need you to stretch me wide and make me yours again.” The words fall from my lips. I roll my hips, getting as much friction as I can from rubbing against his cock. I can feel how soaked I am. I’m drenched straight through my panties and leggings. A fact he confirms when his fingers slip between us and tap lightly over my clit. Shivers of pleasure wrack my body.

“Your wish is my command.” He crushes his lips to mine and literally steals my breath. I don’t even register the fact that he’s standing with me cradled in his arms until he settles me down onto my mattress. The cool duvet is almost icy against my overheated skin.

There’s no time to worry about that because Jenson is slowly kissing his way down my belly, pausing to kiss every inch of the distended skin. Satisfied he’s not left an inch free from his loving, he tugs my leggings and panties off in one quick motion.

“Christ, look at that pretty pink pussy.” The husky desire in his voice has my worry melting away. “You’re positively drenched for me.”

His tongue swipes through my slit from my dripping entrance up and around my clit. Over and over his tongue circles both my clit and my opening, but never gives me exactly what I want. My hips are rocking up into his mouth and my breathing is labored. Even without direct stimulation, I’m skating the edge of release. One lick or suck on my clit and I’ll fly.

“Jenson… please!” I cry out when his tongue edges ever closer to my oversensitive and under stimulated clit.

Just when I think he’s going to keep up the torture, two of his thick fingers plunge deep into my pussy. At the same time, his lips circle my clit while his tongue lashes it over and over again. My entire body seizes in rapture. All my muscles stiffen and I lose control, screaming my orgasm so loud I’m sure the neighbors can hear me.

Jenson’s fingers slow to a lazy pace and his tongue gently laps at my swollen clit as he works me back down from the life changing orgasm he just tore from my body.

“Damn. I didn’t think you could taste any sweeter, but you do.” His tongue laps at my opening, gathering more of my wetness. “I can’t fucking get enough.”

He’s killing me. His hands. His mouth. His dirty, sweet words. I’m going to die from sensation overload.

“Make love to me, Jenson.” My voice is barely a whisper, betraying my vulnerability. He’s got the power to be my salvation or my destruction. He can save me from my self-imposed exile or he can send me running faster and further than before. I pray that it’s the former. I wouldn’t survive the latter.

“As you wish, my love.”

He places a tender kiss to my inner thigh before he exits the bed. I watch, riveted, as Jenson slowly strips off his clothes. The hard lines of his chest and abdomen are revealed inch by glorious inch. I want to put my mouth on him. I want to lick over each dip and bump.

I’m distracted from my visual buffet when the distinct sound of a belt buckle hits the hardwood floor. My eyes lower and watch as he slowly pushes his black boxer briefs down his legs. I lick my lips when his cock springs free—ten thick inches of hard flesh that I want to worship.

I sit up and reach for him, but he grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. He crushes his mouth to mine and kisses me with a fiery passion. When he finally pulls away, my chest is heaving and I’m lightheaded. Guiding my body back down onto the mattress, he settles himself between my spread legs. He hovers over me, the hardness of his muscles grazing the roundness of my stomach as he kisses me wildly.

My body is on fire, but no matter how much I rock my hips, my unyielding stomach prevents me from getting the pressure I crave. I’m at his mercy until he decides to move.

“More,” I pant between drugging kisses. “Please, more. Need…”

He raises up between my legs and guides the tip of his cock to my pussy. I expect him to plunge right in, but he slowly rubs himself along my slit. The blunt head dips into my wetness, then up around my clit. He repeats that move until I’m half-crazed.

“You’re so fucking wet. You want this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes! God, yes. Give it to me.” My body is shaking from the delicious torture he’s inflicting, but I need more. I need to be filled. I can’t stand the emptiness anymore—it physically hurts to be so turned on and not have relief.

Jenson licks his lips as he looks down at me. The look in his eyes makes my breath catch in my throat—he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. My heart aches, I want so badly to profess my love to him. To apologize for everything. I open my mouth to pour my heart out to him, but every thought flies from my mind as the first thick inch of him breaches my opening. I suck in a harsh breath from the pressure.

Another inch has Jenson moaning. I hook my leg around his hip, encouraging him to go deeper, but he doesn’t budge.

“I don’t want to hurt you, love. You’re so swollen and tight.” His voice is strained at the effort to hold back.

“You feel so good inside me, Jenson. Give me what we both need.”

But he won’t be deterred in his mission to go slow. He rocks his hips forward giving me another inch, then retreats. Each slow push sends him deeper and every sensual pull has all my nerve endings lighting up from pleasure. He never picks up speed, never thrusts harder.

When he’s finally buried deep, I anticipate his wild side coming out, but he keeps up the same steady rhythm. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good. Fantastic even. But I want more. I want him to lose himself inside me. I need to feel the same feral need from him that he used to give me.

“Fuck me, Jenson. I won’t break,” I beg.

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