Page 51 of Dirty Filthy Boy
And then he goes down on his knees and kisses his way up my leg to my mons.
Oh, God. No. "Wait. I need a shower. I'm all sweaty."
"No, you don't." Next thing I know his mouth is on me, licking, suckling, nibbling. My heart pounds like a big bass drum. I writhe because I know what's coming this time. Me. "Oh, my god, Ty."
Those green eyes of his shine up at me. "Tell me you want this, MacKenna."
"Yes, oh, yes."
He lifts one of my legs over his shoulders, then the other and proceeds to feast on me. His hot, ravenous mouth gives me no quarter, not that I want any. I clamp on to him while his hot greedy mouth draws the cream out of me. I should be horrified at what I'm letting him do, at what I'm doing, but the truth is I don't care. Plain and simple, I love what he's doing to me.
The bra clasp is child's play to him and it soon joins the rest of my clothes on the floor. I'm naked and trembling, and all I want is him.
"I love your breasts," he says filling his hands with them. He leans down sucks one into his mouth while his fingers tweak the other's nipple. "You taste like brown sugar."
"And your pussy?" He slips a finger into his mouth, the same finger which teased my mons. "Sweet honey." He rubs that same finger over my mouth. "Suck." I do, tasting myself. "I love the way you taste, MacKenna."
He dives into his pocket and fishes out a condom. In seconds, he's shed his clothes, and stands in front of me, his cock proud and eager like the warrior he is. After he rolls on the love glove, he picks me up and walks toward an empty space on the wall, his raging hard on pulsing against my belly. Oh, God. I know what he's going to do. The scent of hot, sweaty man invades my nostrils, and I love it. Because it's him. Because it's Ty.
"Do you want me to fuck you, MacKenna?"
I'm trembling so hard I don't know if my knees will hold me up. A whimper is all I can manage.
"You'll have to do better than that." His fingers sink into my pussy, teasing a "Yes"out of me.
"Good girl." He lifts me, fits himself into me. When he rams home, we both grunt.
He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, while I hang on tight for all I'm worth. He bangs me against the wall, repeatedly, his hands squeezing my ass tight. I bury my head in his neck and suck his skin. I can't get enough of the taste of him.
"Bite me."
I do, and he comes in a rush inside of me. We collapse to the floor, me on top of him.
When our labored breathing returns to normal, he sweeps the hair from my face. "I'm not letting you go. Ever."
"Ty." My heart skips a beat. I can't be with him. It would derail everything I want out of life. "I—"
But before I can say another word, he covers my mouth with his, in a tender, soul stealing kiss that ends my objection to his scheme.
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