Page 8 of Dirty Work
“You want me inside you?” he growls. “You need to ask for it like a good girl.”
I stand up straight and Bryan spins me around, but I quickly drop down to my knees and undo his belt, unzipping him and freeing his dick from his boxers.
I have no idea what I’m doing, so I move my hand up and down the shaft, and it’s girth in my hand is making me wetter than I’ve ever been. Having him like this just feels so right.
“Put it in your mouth,” he says, as I draw his full length past my lips. “That’s right, just like that.”
I swirl my tongue all around the head of him, from the tip to the base and back again.
“How do I compare to that other guy?”
“What other guy?” I retort, pulling my mouth away for a second before going back to him, lubricating him with my tongue and sinking him all the way down into the back of my throat.
“That’s right. I’m your man from now on.”
“Stand up right now,” he says. He towers over me, and I run my fingertips along his strong, muscular, inked arms before he pushes me down so I’m laying back on the sofa in the dark back room of the bar. He pushed my dress up so I’m exposed for him again, dripping wet and burning to be finally fucked.
Shit. Now he’s holding my hands tightly above my head.
“Say my name when I fuck you,” he commands. “And know that you’re all mine.”
“Bryan,” I whimper as he slides deep through me, filling her up. I was afraid it would hurt because he was so big and she could barely wrap my lips around him, but I’m so wet that he stretches me to the limit with only a hint of pain, my pussy sinking in around him as he glides in and out, faster and faster.
I feel totally out of control, my body and mouth begging for him as he moves his lips over my mouth, to my neck, my ear, down to each of my breasts beneath my little back dress. But even though I feel out of control, I feel safe, because I know that Bryan is taking good care of me.
He pulls out of me and flips me over so I’m on all fours, my ass in the air. He pushes past my folds again with one finger, and raised his hand above my ass, bringing it down slowly but firmly against my flesh. I whimper as he slides back into me, crashing into her and bringing his hand up again to meet her body.
“Bryan,” I whimper helplessly. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s what I want. Come for me, baby.”
My pussy tenses around him as he unloads himself into me. I didn’t even think of using any protection, and it feels raw and dirty. But I know as he collapses onto me, putting her soiled and ruined panties back into place with care and love, that I’d be safe with him. Protected.
“Should we go back to the party? I need to introduce some dudes from our other branch to my new girlfriend. And we should probably grab dinner.”
Anne flop down into a seated position on the couch, satisfied and happy. I cannot believe that this whirlwind has all happened to me in one day, but I feel that it’s real. As real as any other relationship I’ve ever had.
I look up at my new boyfriend.
“Happy birthday, darling.”
