Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(92)
The thought makes my cock twitch as I ride the elevator up to our top-floor apartment. I step out into the hall and grin at the smell that I know can only be coming from our place, since it’s Tempest’s famous — at least to me — bolognese sauce simmering on the burner. It’s her dad’s old recipe, and damn is it fantastic.
The smell floods over me as I unlock the door and step inside, but I’m forgetting it and food entirely as I take in the sight that greets me.
And I growl.
Black, thong panties, and an old t-shirt of mine. It’s all she’s wearing as she stands up on her tiptoes to glance into the pot simmering on the stove. The motion strains her calves, stretching her lean legs out so fucking enticingly and pulling the shirt up over her tight little ass. My cock goes rock fucking hard at the sight, and this time when I growl, she must hear me, because suddenly she gasps and whirls to face me.
“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me!”
Her shoulders heave with her shocked breath, but she grins when she sees me. But then she must notice the look on my face, because her eyes dip lower. She sees the bulge in my pants, and when she drags her eyes back up to mine, her gaze is as hungry as mine.
“And how was your day, honey?” she purrs.
I don’t say a word, I just drop my briefcase, shrug off my coat, tear my tie off, and march right for her. Tempest squeals, giggling and running from me, but I scoop her up easily and spin her in my arms. She moans as I crush my lips to hers, her arms going around me and one leg raising to curl around my hip. I groan, feeling the heat between her legs even through her panties and my pants, and it sets something on fire inside of me.
I growl, picking her up into my arms and marching us over to the couch in the living area. I push her down into the plush cushions, only pulling away enough to tear my dress shirt off and yank my belt open. Tempest moans, yanking the t-shirt over her head and exposing her soft, full breasts to my gaze. I move back to her, pinning her to the cushions and kissing her fiercely as my hand skims down her body.
I work my mouth down to her neck, kissing her collarbone and biting her softly before I move lower. I trace my tongue over her nipples, and tease the underside of her breast before I move even lower. My fingers hook into her thong and pull it down slowly as my lips trail down her belly, and damn do I love the little mewling sounds she makes and the way she arches her hips in anticipation.
Luckily for her, she’s not going to have to wait long.
I toss her panties aside, spread her legs wide, and growl lowly as I move in.Tempest cries out as my tongue finds her slippery wet pussy. I drag it over her lips, drawing the honey from her opening and tasting it hungrily. I move to her clit, lightly swirling my tongue over it as my hands move to cup her hot little ass in my hands possessively. I push her legs back, spreading them wide in my hands and opening her up as I push my tongue deep inside of her.
Tempest moans, her hands in my hair and her hips bucking against me as I tongue her tight, sweet cunt for all I’m worth. I’m fucking addicted to the taste of her — a damn junkie for her sweetness. I slide a finger inside of her, and my cock actually lurches at how fucking tight she is, even just around one finger. I suck her clit between my lips and tease it with the tip of my tongue as I drag the finger in and out, stroking her inner walls and making her moans fill our damn apartment.
It’s when I wet the thumb of my other hand with her slippery juices and move it down to her tight, puckered ass that she really goes crazy. I tease her mercilessly, one finger curling in and out of her, my thumb tracing circles around her asshole, and my tongue swirling around her clit. She pants faster and faster, her hips moving harder and harder against me, until suddenly, she crashes over that edge.
And fuck if the sound of the woman I love coming for me isn’t the single greatest sound in the world.
She’s barely caught her breath when I stand and yank my pants and my boxers down. My cock springs out, rock hard and throbbing with need to be buried inside of her slick, tight little pussy. I move over her, stroking myself and groan as the pre-cum coats my shaft.
But Tempest only grins coyly, and before I can even react, she’s tackled me and flipped me onto my ass on the couch. I chuckle, but then she’s pouncing on me, her legs going to either side of my hips as she settles her pussy right on top of my cock.
“Oh it’s like that, is it?” I growl, my brow arched in amusement. I can tell she’s about to quip something back, but before she can, I grab her hips, hold her tight, and rock my hips up into her.
Tempest cries out, her whole face crumpling in pleasure as every inch of my cock sinks into her tight, slick passage. I groan, grabbing her ass and grinding deep into her as her pussy clenches tight around me. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hooded blue eyes meet mine, and she starts to move.
She feels like heaven. She fucking always feels like heaven.
Her velvety smooth cunt glides over my cock, taking me deep and then pulling up so that only her lips are kissing my crown, before sinking all the way back down to my balls again. I look between us, groaning at the sight of her pink slit stretched so tight around my big cock. I can feel her clenching me so damn tight, like she’s milking me with her pussy as she slowly rides me up and down.
“God you’re so big,” she whimpers softly, dropping her lips to my neck and kissing me. My muscles tense and coil as I grab her ass tight and help her slide up and down my shaft, grinding my hips into her as she sinks all the way down.