Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(35)

“Milk that cum out of me, baby girl,” he growls, his muscles bulging and rippling as he fucks me so good. “Ride that big dick. Bounce that tight little cunt up and down my cock until you come all over my balls. Make that pussy come, pretty girl. Make that sweet little pussy come all over me as I fill it with every drop of my hot cum.”

His teeth graze my earlobe, and he bites down.

“Come for me, pretty girl.”

It’s like a bomb going off. I scream, dropping down on his cock and taking him so deep as the orgasm shatters through me. My hips buck and roll, bouncing on him again and again as my climax explodes through my body. Gray’s hands grab me tight and he kisses me fiercely, and when his tongue tangles with mine, I feel him throb deep inside of me. His cum is hot and thick, and I whimper into his kiss as I feel pump after pump after pump of it explode deep against my womb. I cry out, clinging to him so tight as his big cock pulses and jumps inside of me, until the both of us come to a panting, quivering stop.

“I think we made a mess of your bathroom,” I whisper, grinning as I glance around at the water that’s sloshed out of the tub.

“Forget the bathroom,” Gray whispers, grinning right back at me hungrily. “I’m not even remotely done making a mess out of you.”

I gasp as he effortlessly stands, his powerful arms lifting me up with his cock still buried inside and rock hard. He steps from the tub, both of us still dripping, and I whimper as my legs tighten around his waist.

“You going to make me messy, daddy?” I whimper in his ear, gasping as his cock flexes inside of me. We move into the bedroom, and he lays me down, his thick cock still buried inside. He pulls his cock out slowly, and I whimper as I feel his thick, sticky cum start to leak out of my pussy. But Gray eases back in, using the throbbing head of his cock to smear it over me, until my pink pussy is glistening and shiny with his seed.

“Play with that sexy little pussy, baby,” he growls. He eases his cock lower, making me gasp quietly as he presses it against the tight ring of my ass.

“Play with that sweet little cunt for me, pretty girl. I’m going to a mess on every part of you before we’re done tonight.”

He leans down, and when his lips press to mine, I know I’m lost. Lost and then found, by him. I reach between us, my fingers sliding through my sticky pussy lips as his cock eases against my ass, when suddenly, he stops.

I open my eyes to find his piercing right into mine, a look I’ve never seen on his face — something tender and fierce.

“I love you,” he says softly.

“I—”

I’m about to say it back before I realize it’s nothing I’ve ever said to anyone before. Not like this. Nothing has ever been like this, and suddenly, I want to scream it as loud as I can.

I settle for a normal voice instead.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, and when his lips crush to mine, I lose myself in him.

“Now please fuck me like I’m yours.”

“Like?” He pulls away, grinning heatedly as he eases his cock against my ass, making me whimper.

“Pretty girl, you are mine.”





18





Gray




We’re quiet the next morning. For one, because we’re both half-exhausted, and completely drained from the all-night lovemaking last night. But for two, because I think we’re both quietly waiting for the shit to hit the fan. After all, I killed Joey — a made man in the Moretti crime family.

…That’s not just going to go away.

But then, I’ve got her, and to be perfectly honest, that’s all that matters.

I’ve been over contingencies in my head all morning, my brain firing a million miles an hour while I held this angel in my arms. I’ve already decided that I can walk away from all of this. I can liquidate what I need, I can throw our stuff in a bag, and we can be halfway around the world in a matter of hours.

But I’m not jumping right to that. After all, Roman does have a point that no one’s going to immediately be looking at me for Joey disappearing. So for now, it’s a waiting game, to see if I can smell the winds changing before they do.

I’ve got her. I’ve got my Zoe, and the rest I can figure out later. The mob? The law? Fuck it. Fuck it all.

Zoe pads back into the bedroom — totally naked and totally making my cock throb under the sheets as she saunters over with two mugs of coffee. She passes me one and then snuggles against me as she sips hers.

My cell rings, and my pulse skips a beat.

Here we go.

I reach for it, taking a breath before I hold it up to my eyes.

It’s Dylan. Not Gino, not one of his guys telling to get my ass down to the offices so they can give me a pair of cement shoes and bury me in the reservoir. No, it’s just Dylan.

…Dylan who, as I think about it, should be in the middle of his damn porn shoot right now.

“Gray, listen. I need—”

“Are you done with the shoot already?”

He pauses. “What? No, man, listen. That was….wait, have you seriously not heard?”

My brow furrows. “Heard what? I’ve been laying low today. Have you talked to Roman?”

“Not since a few days ago, no. Gray, shut up and listen for one second.”