Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(19)

“When I said I’d beg you to fuck me any way you please? I was thinking specifically of some place where someone’s very wicked tongue went last night.”

My cock throbs, and I growl lowly.

“This sounds sort of like blackmail.”

She giggles. “No, blackmail would be saying ‘I’m not going to bend over, play with my pussy, and beg you to fuck my ass with your big dick unless you take me clothes shopping.’ What I’m saying is, ‘I’m going to bend over, play with my pussy, and beg you to fuck my ass with your big dick anyways, but I would love if we could go get some clothes first so I feel like a human.’”

Fuck, how exactly did I find this girl?

She shrugs. “It’s a subtle difference.”

“Hmm, yeah, very subtle.”

She grins. “So?” Zoe bites her lip and looks up at me sweetly, before I roll my eyes.

“Okay, okay, fine. Clothes it is.”

She cheers and jumps into my arms. “Thank you.”

“Zoe?”

She looks up at me. “Yeah?”

“If you don’t let go of my cock, I swear I’ll never let you leave this room.”

She giggles as she kisses me.



“Why does this feel like Pretty Woman?”

I laugh as Zoe steps out of the changing room, but when I see what she’s wearing, I sort of lose the ability to think.

The dress is black, sexy as fuck, but also elegantly gorgeous. It’s backless, showing all of her inked skin there, and short, but not too short. Just enough to get my blood roaring a little. It’s thin-strapped, and the neck-line plunges just enough for my eyes to linger hungrily.

She clears her throat, and I look up.

“You look good enough to eat.”

She grins, twirling and letting me get the full feel of it. Yeah, definitely good enough to eat, especially the way it hugs her ass so fucking nicely.

“Was that dress in Pretty Woman?”

“No, I just mean the rich guy taking the underprivileged rough and tumble girl out to buy clothes.”

I grin. “Rough and tumble?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Does this make me Richard fucking Gere? Cause I want no part of that.”

Zoe giggles, and the sound just fucking lights my heart up. She’s been buzzing since we stepped into the VIP shopping area at Caesar’s, especially when she could change out of the old running shorts and t-shirt of mine.

“I could snap some pearls on your finger if you really want the full Pretty Woman experience.”

She shrugs. “You know that wasn’t meant to be in the movie? It just happened during filming and they went with it.”

“Did not know that.”

“Yeah, I’m full of surprises like that.”

I smile at her. “Yes you are.”

Zoe grins as she steps over to where I’m sitting on a rounded sofa that sits in the middle of the changing room area.

“Thanks for this,” she whispers, leaning down and kissing me.

“How about you thank me by agreeing that we go lingerie shopping next?”

She laughs, her eyes twinkling something heated at me.

“Lingerie? Do I need any?”

“Says the girl who was just telling me this morning how she has zero clothes?”

“No, I mean…” She bites her lip and glances around. We’re alone, especially since my Amex black card has us in the VIP shopping area. It’s just this sitting room with the mirrors, and the changing area behind the curtain.

Zoe glances around again, and as I watch her face grow red, she turns around and slowly tugs her dress up, until it’s pulling up over her ass right in front of me.

Her very bare, very naked and perfect ass.

“I mean, do you think I need any lingerie?”

“Nope” I growl, and before I can even try to contain myself, I’m grabbing her hips, pulling her back into me, and burying my face between her thighs.

Zoe gasps sharply, panting as my tongue teases over her pussy. I groan into her, inhaling the sweet scent and honeyed taste of her cunt as I push my tongue deep. My hands grab her hips, pulling her against my mouth as I start to slowly fuck her with my tongue. I groan into her, fucking starving for the taste of her. Her soft, velvety lips part for my tongue, and when I swirl it over her clit, she stifles the cry in the crook of her arm.

“Gray!”

My only answer is to slide my tongue as deep as I can in her soft little pussy.

“What if someone comes in!”

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you lifted your dress and tempted a hungry man,” I growl into her, biting her ass and then moving back to her pussy.

“Okay, I was just teasing you,” she gasps, whimpering as I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“And now I’m going to taste you,” I groan. “And I’m going to keep tasting this tight little cunt until it comes all over my face.”

I growl as I move back in, spreading her wide with my hands and dragging my tongue over her pussy. But I want more. I need more of her.

I pull away from her, which makes her whimper in protest, but when I scoop her up, kiss her hard, and then shuffle us back into the changing room, I think she gets the message.