Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(18)

“The cams weren’t just a job for you. You like being on camera, even when you’re laughing at the suckers paying you.”

“Maybe,” I purr.

“Dirty girl,” he growls back, and before I know it, he’s driving every thick inch of his cock inside. I whimper in pleasure, clinging to him and gasping as he starts to fuck me right there against the glass.

“Maybe someone sees us right now, huh?” he groans. “Maybe someone’s watching you against the glass, watching you get fucked like a dirty girl.”

Oh God.

I cry out, crushing my lips to his and kissing him hungrily as he starts to drive his cock in and out of me, nailing me to the glass behind me. I drop a hand to my side, my palm against the glass as I cry out and beg him for more. Gray’s muscles bunch and ripple, his masculine groans filling my ears as he holds me so tight and pumps his beautiful cock in and out of my tight, slick pussy.

We move faster, and faster, and I start to lose myself completely, clawing at the glass and clinging to his neck as he pushes me right to the edge all over again.

“You’re mine,” he growls into my ear, his teeth biting at the lobe. “You’re my pretty little bad girl. My dirty girl.”

“All yours,” I gasp, my body starting to tingle as I feel the orgasm about to hit. His cock strokes my clit on every thrust, and when his hands tighten on my ass and his cock starts to swell up even bigger, I know I’m about to shatter.

“Come all over that big dick, baby girl,” he growls into my ear. “I want that sweet girl cum to coat my balls and drip down this glass so everyone knows you’re mine. I want them all to know how hard you come on my cock. Fuck, I want the whole fucking world to know you’re mine. Now come for me. Come on my cock, pretty girl. Come on my fat cock right fucking now.”

Reality blurs, and I’m sort of aware of screaming in pleasure, and burying my mouth in his neck and biting him. I’m half aware of my whole world shattering around me as the biggest orgasm of my life thunders through me like a fucking hurricane.

Gray roars into my neck, and I can feel his big cock pulse deep inside of me. I can feel his thick, hot cum splash inside of me as he pumps rope after rope of his sticky seed deep inside, I’m sure it’s dripping down my legs.

I’m aware of him carrying me into his bedroom, my legs still around his waist, and his cock still buried inside of me and still rock hard.

I don’t know what this is, or where we go from here, but I don’t care.

Because whatever this is, it’s perfect. It’s bliss. It’s me feeling more alive than I ever have before. And it’s all because of him.





11





Gray




“I’m skipping work today.”

She grins sleepily, raising her head from the pillow next to me to arch a brow.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, c’mon sleepy-head, let’s get going.”

“Going?” She frowns. “Where are we going?”

“Out.” I grin as I slide out of the covers and stand.

“Out? But this bed is heaven. What if we just stayed here?”

I chuckle. “Cause if we do, I’m not sure we’ll ever leave this bed.”

“And that’s a problem because…?”

That actually makes me pause. Yeah, that wouldn’t exactly be a terrible thing.

“I mean, what if we stayed here?” she pushes the cover down to her feet, and I growl at the sight of her nude body.

“And I could do this,” she spreads her legs and traces her fingertips up her thighs. I’m hard in about a quarter of a second.

“And then maybe I could suck your cock with my little mouth before I beg you to fuck me any way you want to?

Yeah, fuck the plans. Hers are way better.

“Now what exactly is so pressing outside of this bed that’d be better than that?”

“Nothing,” I growl, my cock hard as a rock as I slip back onto the bed. “Brunch and fucking clothes shopping can wait.”

Her brows arch and she sits bolt-upright.

“Did you say clothes shopping?”

“Trust me, it can wait.”

“C’mon, what are we waiting for!”

Before I know it, she’s jumped out of bed and heading for the bathroom.

“Whoa, hang on,” I mutter, frowning as I watch that perfect ass sway away from me. “Whoa whoa whoa, what happened to your plans?”

Her head pokes out of the bathroom, grinning impishly. “Gray, you just offered a girl with literally no wardrobe a shopping trip out. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I was thinking,” I growl as I slip out of bed and close the distance to her. I grab her in my arms, yanking her tight little body against me. “I was thinking you could climb on top of me and ride my cock until you come all over it.”

She blushes, biting her lip as the heat flashes in her face.

“What iiiif….” She trails off and grins. “What if we get me something to wear that isn’t an old t-shirt of yours, and then you can have your sweet way with me?”

I groan. “Who said anything about sweet?”

Something heated flashes across her face, and she presses into me. She reaches down, and I groan as she wraps her hand around my cock and leans up to nibble my ear.