Page 71 of Dirty Pucker

I’m aching to strip this dress off her body and run my mouth all over her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks.

For a second, I hesitate. If I tell her what’s on my mind, she’ll probably be weirded out.

She smiles. “You don’t want to tell me?”

I let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I don’t want you to think I’m a freak.”

Intrigue flashes in those beautiful big blue eyes. She smiles. “I’m kind of a freak. I was hoping you were too.”

Pleasure rockets through my dick. “Is that so?”

She nods.

“Tell me more.”

She chuckles and starts to undo the top buttons of my dress shirt.

“If you had peered into my brain during your nude photoshoot yesterday, you would have definitely thought I was a freak. The things I was imagining about you…” Ingrid holds my gaze and runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “Very, very filthy.”

A low sound rips from my throat. “How filthy?”

She grins. “Depraved.”

I gently grip her chin and lead her in a long, teasing kiss. I sweep my tongue in her mouth, savoring the way she moans. I lap my tongue against hers, teasing and teasing until she’s whimpering in my mouth. She claws at the front of my shirt.

My dick throbs.

“Tell me what you thought about,” I growl against her mouth.

She leans back, her blue eyes cloudy with arousal as she looks at me. “I imagined being naked in bed with you. I imagined you on top of me, fucking me hard while I dragged my nails down your back.”

I almost choke. “We’re definitely doing that tonight.”

She smiles before pulling me in for another kiss. It’s not long before our tongues get filthy. I’m kissing her so hard, my breathing is rough.

I moan at how soft her lips feel against my mouth.

“Jesus, Ingrid,” I mutter against her lips. I glide my thumb along the hinge of her jaw, savoring just how silky her skin is too. “Are you this soft all over?”

She steps back and flashes a sexy knowing smile at me. Then she reaches down to the hem of her mini-dress, pulls it over her head, and tosses it onto the floor.

My eyes go wide as I stare at her in nothing but a black lace thong.

“I guess you’ll find out,” she says with a playful smile.

I run my gaze along the length of her body. My eyes catch on her tits.

I step closer to her and gently grab one of her tits in my hand. When I circle my thumb along the bud of her candy-pink nipple, my mouth waters.

Her eyelids flutter and her lips part. A hot breath falls from her mouth.

I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth, humming as she whines and moans. She tugs a hand through my hair, pulling hard. I groan. Fuck, I love that.

“Harder, baby,” I growl.

She yanks those delicate fingers even harder through my hair. Sharpness shoots across my scalp and I hum in satisfaction. I flick my tongue faster against her nipple until she’s shuddering under my mouth and my hands.

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