Page 15 of Such A Filthy Girl

‘No, Starshine? But you’ll comeforme won’t you? If I hadn’t stopped you’d be bucking against my palm, filling it with your slutty cream.’

I drank in her steely rage, thankful for any emotion that exceeded the mundane.

And I left her, dripping on the sofa next to her passed out boyfriend.

TEN

ESTELLA

Leo Whitney had gone too far.

If Graham hadn’t been completely sozzled, I would have demanded he drive me home, anniversary or no anniversary.

Hours had passed since I’d wrangled the drunken Graham to bed, and the clock kept flickering its green letters at me in a mocking manner.

Sleep evaded me.

How could I sleep when I’d let Leo touch me. When I’d let him breach that line. Fingers were a million miles worse than a kiss. And I had Graham to consider. Should I tell him?

Would he believe me? Or would he demand we call the police. That we have Leo dragged from the one space he finds safe?

My stomach tightened as the thoughts picked at melike a swarm of angry locusts. Leo’s touches had left my head mushy, but worse, his words left me wanton.

Graham had slept long enough to have sobered up with it nearing five in the morning. But would he welcome my advances?

I needed to douse the fire that Leo lit. To reclaim my body and clear my mind from the sexual fog.

I needed a damn good fuck.

Slipping from the bed, I went to the bathroom, mussing my hair and spritzing myself with scent. Stripping down, I abandoned my nightshirt on the floor. Would being nude be enough? I hadn’t packed anything fancy in the underpants department.

It would have to do.

Crawling up the bed, I slid myself in between Graham’s thighs, tugging down his pyjama pants and taking him into my mouth.

We rarely bothered with foreplay, me preferring whatever ended the sex the quickest, and refusing to give oral if Graham didn’t reciprocate.

I moaned as he thickened against my tongue, filling my mouth with his generous length. God how I’d counted myself lucky when I’d first seen the anaconda between his legs, but Graham was style over substance. It ended up just being more uncomfortable to take when he failed to get me wet.

Licking and sucking, I allowed myself to delve into that part of me I’d hidden from Graham. The dirty,sordid side that I’d tempered down at his lacklustre love-making.

Maybe I’d just failed to awaken the beast.

Within minutes, Graham pulled back the bedcovers, moaning.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked.

I didn’t want to chat, I climbed on top of him and slid down his length, whimpering as he stretched me tight.

‘It’s the middle of the night,’ Graham grumbled, his fingers gently skimming my waist.

‘Am I not allowed to be horny in the middle of the night?’

‘It’s just unexpected,’ he stuttered. ‘Shouldn’t we use a condom?’

‘I’m on the pill, you know that.’

God, where was the need. The ravishment? Most guys would drop their left bollock to be awakened be a naked, horny woman.

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