Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(76)

He groans.

“Such a little fucking tease.”

“Just for you,” I whisper.

“Only for me.”

I nod, swallowing thickly. My eyes go wide as I watch his hands move to his lap. Slowly, he unzips, and I’m not even blinking as I watch him reach inside and the pull his massive cock out.

God, he’s so hard.

He wraps his hand around it, making it twitch as he moves his fingers up and down. He strokes it, and white cum leaks out of the head and runs down the shaft to his big, heavy balls.

I whimper, rubbing my clit and gasping as my eyes lock onto his cock.

“Turn over,” he purrs.

I drag my eyes up to his, not sure what he means.

“On your knees, Princess,” he says softly but firmly, his hand stroking his big, pulsing dick. “On your knees so I can see that sexy little ass of yours.”

I swallow, panting as I do what he says. I turn away from him and move onto my knees in the passenger seat. I reach back and pull the skirt up again, bunching it around my waist and feeling the heat flood through my face as I feel his eyes drink on me. I know he can see my sticky, soaking wet black thong, pulled tight against my little pussy and splitting the globes of my ass.

I gasp when I feel his hands on me, skimming up the backs of my thighs until his fingers find my panties. He tugs them, slipping them down and pulling them from my body until they’re mid-thigh.

“Keep touching your pussy for me, angel,” he growls, his voice edged and tight. I do, panting. And when I hear him groan, and hear his own breath catch, I know he’s stroking himself again — so hard and so wound up from me.

My fingers slip through my slippery pussy lips, feeling the sticky wetness of us from earlier and my pulse racing as I shamelessly slip a finger inside. I groan, easing the finger in and out while my thumb rubs my clit. Christian leans close, and I gasp as I feel his breath on the back of my thighs. I don’t know what he’s doing until he starts to run his lips over my skin. He teases me, making me gasp as I play with my clit.

He moves in, moving higher and kissing one cheek then the other, repeating this and centering until with a sharp cry, I feel his tongue swirl over my asshole.

I start to pull away, but he holds me fast, one hand gripping my panties, and the other wrapping my hair in his fist.

“Stay just like that,” he growls in this dark, rough, demanding way that has my core tightening.

“Stay just like that and play with that naughty little cunt while I kiss this tight little ass of yours.”

His mouth moves against me again, and I cry out as I feel his wicked tongue drag over my asshole. Lightning buzzes through me, and besides how filthy it is, and how much it makes me feel like such a bad girl, the feeling of his tongue on my most private place electrifies me.

It feels incredible.

I moan, fingers rolling over my clit as Christian’s powerful hands hold me by the panties and my hair and his tongue swirls over my ass. He moves faster, pushing his tongue harder into me until I can feel it slowly start to pry me open. I lose it, whimpering and crying out and clawing at the side window as he starts to tongue-fuck my ass while my fingers blur over my clit. He growls,one hand pulls my panties tight around my legs and he wraps my hair tightly in his other fist. The dominance he has over me sends me crashing over the edge, and submitting to this gorgeous, powerful, demanding man has me losing hold of all of it.

I scream loudly in his car as the orgasm crashes through me, his tongue pushing deep inside and his fist tightening in my hair enough to send a pulse right to my pussy. I gasp for air, my whole body shaking as I arch my back and press back into him, wanting all of it and wanting more as the climax leaves me panting.

Suddenly, another car pulls into the parking lot at the far end. I gasp, jumping like I’ve just been touched with a live wire and whirling to face it. Christian glares at the other car, his jaw tight. I slip over in my seat, yanking my panties back up and smoothing my skirt down. My cheeks burn bright red, and I can barely get my heart to slow enough to breathe.

The car comes to a stop well away from us, and we watch in silence as bunch of college kids get out, tossing a football between them as they head into the park.

“We should go,” Christian growls. He turns to me, and when those eyes pierce right into me, I melt. He grins, his hand moving to my knee and holding it possessively as he starts the car up and pulls us out of the lot.



“My parents aren’t home.”

The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and instantly, I feel foolish. I mean, it’s light out. It’s the afternoon. The neighborhood is teeming with people. I cringe, and quickly go for the handle to the car door, when his hand on mine stops me.

“Stop.”

I swallow, taking a heavy breath.

“Look at me, Princess.”

I bite my bottom lip between my teeth as I turn and face him. His eyes are full of something fierce, and they hold me firmly in their gaze as his hand takes mine.

“Not like this,” he says quietly.

“Why not?” I breathe.

“Because I won’t leave your house,” he says with a smile, and before I can say a thing, he pulls me close and kisses me. I moan into his lips, losing myself in the kiss and in him as the world spins around me.

“I won’t leave, and then people will really talk,” he says with a small chuckle.