Page 49 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“Maybe I will come with you.” He closed his lap top and stretched. “I could stand to get out of this house myself for a bit.”

Fuck.

A feeling of panic came over me. How the hell was I going to avoid taking David with me?

“I might get my nails done too…you know, girl stuff. Are you sure you want to wait around for that?” I tried not to play with the ring on my right hand. That was always a sure sign I was nervous and he would know something was up.

“The nurse is coming by today for a bit to look in on your mother. We could go hit some balls at the club,” my dad said to David.

“Sure, that sound much better than shopping.” He stood up and grabbed his laptop before heading upstairs.

I wanted to throw my arms around Dad and plant kisses all over his face for distracting David, but I kept my cool. “Where are the keys?”

“They are hanging by the door,” he replied. I kissed his cheek again and went upstairs to shower quick before going to see Cane. It seemed a little ridiculous to even shower when he was only going to get me dirty, but I wanted to shave my legs.

I wasn’t sure what to wear, hoping he would tear it off of me anyway, so I settled for a t-shirt and yoga pants - no underwear. He had a thing for my ass in yoga pants.

I grabbed my purse from my dresser and went downstairs. No one was around so I found the keys hanging right where Dad said they would be and headed out.

I knew exactly where the hotel was that Cane was staying at and it wasn’t too far from my parents’. Traffic managed to cooperate and I got there in record time. If there had been a cop along the way, I would have been pulled over for sure.

I parked the car and tried to keep from running inside. When he sent me the address, he also gave me his room number. He had a suite on the fifth floor. I got out my phone to tell him I was there, but decided not to.

I hadn’t even seen him yet and I was so wet. I could feel the dampness of my yoga pants between my legs. He turned on my body like no other man ever had. My body ached for his. When he whispered dirty things in my ear, I would almost explode. His mouth was made for sin. God, I hoped he took me, ripped off my clothes and fucked me silly. There would be time for foreplay later.

I rode the elevator up and found his door. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering in overdrive. It hadn’t been that long since I saw him, but I was still nervous. I held up my arm to knock on the door when I flew open.

“It’s about damn time you got here, woman,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. He shut the door behind me and slammed me against it, his body pinning me to it. He was wearing only jeans and the feel of his heated skin against mine was electric. I needed him now.

His lower body held me against the door while he cupped my face with his hands. “Cane,” I whispered, unable to form the words to tell him how bad I wanted him.

“Don’t talk,” he said, blue eyes were dark with desire, staring into mine. For a brief second, I remembered Mom’s question about him being ‘the one’. Seeing him now like this I knew, hewas‘the one’.

As quickly as the thought crossed my mind, it was fleeting again when his lips crushed mine. I didn’t want him to be easy or gentle with me and he read my mind, kissing me hard, moving his mouth roughly over mine. His tongue was soon invading my mouth and dancing with mine.

He pulled away from me and I whimpered, missing the feel of his weight on me. He stepped back, his chest heaving with his labor breath and stared at me like a lion stalking its prey. His gaze roamed my body and I was sorry I hadn’t worn something sexier for him.

“Come,” he finally said, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him over to the bed. He pulled my t-shirt off over my head, smiling when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. He cupped my breasts in his hands and leaned down to kiss the top of each one while his thumbs played with the already tight peaks.

I whimpered and he stopped. He grinned that panty-melting grin at me and pushed me back on the bed. I fell back with a gasp and he was quickly over the top of me. He went back on his heels and pulled my yoga pants off in one swoop, throwing them not he floor. He made a feral sound in his throat and spread my legs wide before diving in between them.

He spread my pussy lips and groaned. “God, baby, you’re already so wet.” He kissed all around the swollen flesh.

“I was wet since you told me you were in town,” I confessed, looking down at him.

“Good. I love that I do that to you,” he said before leaning back down. He licked me slowly at first, but was soon eating me out like a man who hadn’t had a meal in years. He held me down as I clutched the bed sheets with tight fists.

After a couple of quick and dirty orgasms, he took his time, licking all around me, letting the sensitive flesh recover before torturing me again. He covered my clit with his mouth and sucked gently while sliding a couple of fingers inside of me. I arched my back off the bed and threaded my fingers through his hair. I started circling my hips against his mouth, this orgasm building deep in my womb.

He looked up at while his mouth was still on me. He took the fingers buried deep inside me and found the sensitive bundle of nerves on the inside wall of my pussy. He made a ‘come here’ motion with them and I screamed as my climax ripped through my body. He kept his mouth on me, letting me ride out my pleasure on his face.

When my body finally stopped shaking so hard, he took his mouth off of me. His chin was covered in my juices. Damn, that turned me on. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face to mine, licking all around his lips. He groaned as I cleaned his face.

When he was done, he hovered over me. “Now I’m going to fuck you Lindsey.”

God help me when he said my name like that.

He got up and stood next to the bed to take of his jeans. He pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them, reaching for his wallet in the back.

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