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Petal groaned as he took one nipple into hismouth, then trailed his lips between the valley of her tits before going forthe second. He lavished attention to each nipple, and she felt an answeringpull between her thighs. Dirty was not gentle. The tightness he had each budwas verging on pain and pleasure. She just couldn’t contain it. It was on thetip of her tongue to tell him to stop and at the same time continue. Shecouldn’t think, and then Dirty stopped her as he letgotof her breasts and started to move down her body, going toward her pussy. Hewas slow moving and she knew exactly where he was going.

She glanced down, and then, as he spread her legs,she felt his breath on her pussy. Licking her lips, she felt how dry they hadgotten. She wanted him, craved him.

Dirty didn’t make her wait as he slid his fingersover the fine hairs of her pussy, and then held the lips of her sex open. Histouch was gentle, sweet, and his tongue danced across her clit, and shecouldn’t help but cry out as the pleasure was intense.

She hadn’t been with anyone since Dirty. The onlyman she had been with was him. He kissed her pussy, sliding his tongue downtoward her entrance, and he began to fuck her with his tongue.

Petal didn’t know what she loved more, his tongueor his mouth. Both seemed to be working her body in an erotic haze. Shecouldn’t figure anything out. Didn’t want to.

After plunging his tongue deep inside her formultiple thrusts, he then drew his tongue back up. He started to stroke herclit, going back and forth. At the same time, two of his fingers moved towardthe entrance of her pussy, and he worked them in, going in and out. His fingerswere no match for his tongue.

She cried out, thrusting up against him.

He was taking his time. Torturing her, making herwait, and then, when she got close to the edge, Dirty had a way of making herdesperate, and only when he was ready to send her over the edge did he allowher to go. She screamed his name, so lost in the moment, and then her orgasmbegan to ebb away.

Dirty moved up, kissing her stomach, then eachbreast in turn before joining her and taking possession of her mouth. Shewhimpered as he started to kiss her and deepened the kiss.

She felt the hard ridge of his cock as he foundher core and started to press his length inside her. It had been too long, butPetal knew she didn’t want him to stop. Inch by inch, he glided inside her, goingdeep, and she cried out, feeling each inch.

“Fuck,” he said.

He grabbed both of her hands, locking theirfingers together, and then pressing them either side of her head. Dirty pulledback, stared down at her, and moved in closer, kissing her lips, deepening thekiss, then he began to slowly move within her. Each thrust seemed to go deep,as he pulled out then slammed back inside her.

She cried out, not wanting him to stop. He felt sogood, and this felt so right. She met him, thrust for thrust.

She hadn’t even realized this was what she wasmissing. She missed Dirty, missed being with him, but she knew she didn’t wantto go back to the way it was before. She didn’t want to be a secret, nor didshe want to be a job. This time, she wanted the real deal.

Chapter Sixteen

The moment Dirty woke up, he knew Petal was gone.The coldness by his side, the faint lingering scent of her perfume, and thefact she was no longer in his arms.

He’d not slept properly in a long time, and beinginside Petal, and then having her in his arms, he had fallen asleep like ababy. And now, he was awake and Petal was not there.

He didn’t like this, but he sat up, rubbing hisface, and glanced around the room to see if he could find a note or someindication that she had even slept the night. There was nothing.

Her stuff was gone, including her lingerie.

Had she snuck out and changed outside?

He’d never been this kind of deep sleeper. Gettingto his feet, he made his way into the bathroom, used the toilet, flushed,washed his hands, and quickly brushed his teeth. He glanced at his reflectionand quickly splashed some cold water onto his face to liven himself up. Oncethat wasdone, he changed into a pair ofjeans, a fresh shirt, and grabbed his leather cut, heading downstairs with hislaces still undone.

Entering the main clubroom, he winced, seeing thestate of the naked bodies. Had Petal made her way through this? He didn’t know,and his head was giving him a fucking temper.

He needed some coffee and painkillers. Walkinginto the kitchen, he saw Colt and Rosalie at the table. Rosalie was on Colt’slap. There was no one else in the kitchen. They looked like a happy couple.

“Morning, Dirty,” Colt said, looking mightilyhappy with himself.

“Why are you so cheery?”

“We’ve got the delivery of our first babyfurniture,” Rosalie said.

She spun the catalogue they’d been looking at andpointed to a crib, along with a stroller and several other items.

If he and Petal hadn’t lost their baby, hewondered how far along she would have been. She’d have been close to givingbirth.

“And you guys are excited about this?” Dirtyasked.

“We want to be prepared,” Colt said.

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