Dirty Love (Dirty Girl Duet #2)(18)

His lifted eyebrow doesn’t make me want to slap the expression off his face anymore. There’s something else I want from him right now.

“I don’t care if you keep me bound as long as you make it worth my while.”

A flash of surprise streaks across his face, but it doesn’t last long before his greenish-gray eyes heat.

“You want me to take care of that wet little *? Make you come? On my fingers, my face, and then with my cock?”

I shift on my seat, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache he’s caused.

“Ah, baby girl. We’ve got a long flight, so you better believe I’m going to take you every way I want to.”

“Where—”

Cav presses a finger to my mouth to silence me. “No questions.” He trails the pad of his index finger along my lower lip. “Now, suck.”

He’s a brave man when only minutes ago I was trying to bite him. But he’s gambled correctly because right now I don’t want to bite that finger. I’ll use it to make his need rival mine. He’s going to lose his mind with hunger for me. Besides, I want that finger intact so he can f*ck me with it and make me come.

Greedy? Who cares. I’m the one who got kidnapped and spent some of the longest minutes of my life in gut-wrenching fear. I deserve several orgasms to make up for it. Our come-to-Jesus talk can wait. Right now, I just want Cav. I might still want to kill him later, but not right this moment.

I suck his finger into my mouth, laving it with my tongue and lips and dragging lightly down it with my teeth.

As we hurtle down the runway, I make promises to him with my eyes. Take the restraints off or don’t; I’m still going to want you.

Cav reaches out with his other hand and cups my breast, covered only by the soft material of my thin T-shirt. Chill bumps prickle along my skin when his fingers close around my nipple and twist.

A moan escapes my lips, and I press into his touch. We say nothing until the captain announces that we’ve reached our cruising altitude.

Cav removes his seat belt and mine before hauling me back onto his lap.

“Jesus Christ, woman. Feel what you did to me.”

He presses his hips up and against me, and I wiggle my ass against his cock’s solid length.

“I want it.”

“Good, because I’m going to lower you onto your knees, unzip my pants, and help you take it down your throat. And then I’m going to lift you up on my lap and slide your * down my cock until you’re full of me.”

His dirty talk kills me every time.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, my tone taking on a seductive depth.

“Need to taste you again first.”

His lips crush to mine, and his tongue dives inside without waiting for invitation. Cav kisses like he does everything else—throwing his whole self into it. His hand is buried in my hair, tilting my head the way he likes. I moan into his mouth, loving the urgency radiating from him.

Finally, he pulls my head back, his eyes greener than before. “On your knees, baby girl.”

I nod as he helps me to the floor, the plush carpeting cushioning my position. Cav unzips his jeans and fists his cock as he pulls it out. As I lean forward, my hair falls around my face, but with my bound hands, I’m helpless to pull it back.

Cav wraps one hand around the tangled strands and clenches it behind my head. I’m at his mercy, and yet I’ve never felt more powerful. The need in his eyes burns into me, and I want to give as much as I want to take.





She’s f*cking beautiful. A goddess, and yet she’s kneeling at my feet. I don’t deserve this woman, but I won’t hesitate to take every advantage to ensure I can keep her in my life.

Greer’s lips close over my cock, and my hands in her hair help guide her movements. Fuck. The nights that I was away from her, refusing to believe I’d never get her back, I dreamed of all the things we did in that house in Belize.

She sucks my cock with enthusiasm, as if working me over and making me come before I’m ready is going to gain her a prize. I can’t complain, though. I’ll let her try and when I’m about ready to blow, I’ll tug her perfect mouth back and follow through on the rest of my promise.

Just the thought of sinking into her * has my balls drawing up around the base of my dick. This is going to be a hell of a lot shorter ride than I planned.

I give her another minute before I pull her up into a standing position and tug her flimsy little shorts down her legs. They’re still bound at the ankles, which puts a wrench in my plans.

Unless . . . I turn her around and pull her ass onto my lap, her * centered over my cock.

“You want this?” I shift so the head is tucked between her legs, nudging at her entrance.

“Yes,” she whispers as she sinks down and takes it all.

“Fuuck . . .”

“Oh my God.”

Our words are lost as I grip her hips to lift and lower her over my cock, helping her ride me and take me deeper with every thrust.

Greer’s head drops back, her hair spilling down around her shoulders.

I reach further around her hip and press two fingers down on her clit, wanting her orgasm to come fast and hard before I lose my own control. She grinds herself against my fingers with every stroke, her moans growing louder and louder. She’s on the edge, and her * is clamping down on my cock.