Page 20 of Dirty Filthy Boy
"Tells me it's good. Tell me me it's okay." He's perspiring now and a drop of sweat falls from him on my belly.
I pick it up, and bring it to my mouth. "It's good."
He pushes inside a little bit more. "You're so fucking tight, so blazing hot."
My hands go around as much of him as I can reach. Not enough. Not nearly enough. One of his hands goes to my ass, lifts me as he pushes inside a little bit more. And just like that, I come. "MacKenna?"
"So-sorry." I've climaxed before, but nothing like this never ending wave of heat and pleasure, so much pleasure. I buck against him, driving him even deeper into me.
"Oh, God, sweetheart, don't be sorry." While I'm falling apart beneath him, he surges deep and pounds into me, grunting, groaning. All I can do is hang on as best I can but we fall off the couch on the floor where his hips swing back and forth in a pounding grinding rhythm. Nothing elegant about this. He's a primal, virile male taking me to heights I never dreamed about. He lets out a final groan, and collapses on me. Just for a second, and then he rolls and brings me up so I'm lying on his scorching hot skin.
"That was fucking amazing."
Yeah, it was.
Once we catch our breath, he moves us to the bedroom, where he makes love to me again. And then he drops into a deep sleep, the likes of which I've never seen before. Hours later, I wake up, sore and needing to go to the bathroom. Trying not to wake him, I slide out of bed to urinate. Done with the call of nature, reality kicks in. He never sleeps with the same woman twice. I need to go home. Before he wakes. Because I don't want to see the look in his eyes that tells me he's through with me.
I grab my clothes from the living room and dress as silently as I can. I fish my phone from my purse and call a cab. And in the cold, in the dark, I walk out of his house, past the guardhouse where the same guard stares at me. "Going somewhere, Miss?"
"I called a taxi. Told them to meet me in front."
"Why don't you wait here where it's warm?"
"No, thank you." I keep on walking, rubbing my hands up and down my arms, feeling his eyes drilling into my back. The cab shows up ten minutes later, and I give him my address. And I don't cry.
