Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Moving her tongue close to his, she tasted him, and they both moaned.
Dirty broke the kiss and Petal licked her lips.
“Do you still want to shoot?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
“What do you want to do?”
Petal nibbled her lip. Did they go back to her place? Stay? Do it here? She didn’t want to do it here and risk getting caught. If she went back to her place, there was a chance reality would set in, and it wasn’t going to happen.
“Take me to your room,” Petal said.
Dirty didn’t ask her twice. He grabbed her hand, clearly knowing she didn’t want to be seen. He took her through a private door that led to the back rooms, avoiding the main entrance of the club. She didn’t see anyone, and no one stopped them. Dirty had to use his key and a code to get inside.
The door had also seemed somewhat obscure and secretive, but she didn’t ask about it. Instead, she followed him to his bedroom, and they moved fast. She expected someone to follow them, but no one did.
Then, his door closed. Petal turned to face him.
Dirty flicked the lock on his door. Neither of them moved or even spoke. Not one word, and then, she didn’t know if they both moved at the same time, or if she took the lead, or Dirty did. Either way, the result was the same. She was in Dirty’s arms, and his hands were everywhere, and they felt good. Better than good.
She moaned as he reached for her jeans, and with a tug he had the button open and the zipper slid down. There was no way she was going to be naked with him still in his clothes, so she began to strip him as well, removing his leather jacket. Before it hit the floor, he turned and slid it onto a hook on the door.
While he was distracted in taking care of his leather cut, she used it to her advantage and began to tug at the white shirt he wore. She got it off without it tearing, and Dirty was not to be outdone and did the same, sending her shirt to the floor. He slid a finger beneath the clasp of her bra and flicked it open with a single tug. He was always able to get her bra off with ease. She was not going to think about why and how it was so easy for him to do so.
Her bra was pulled down and it fell to the floor. She reached for his belt, taking care of the zipper in one easy tug. She wanted him naked.
One moment they had pants on, and the next they didn’t, and were lying on his bed.
Dirty’s arms were around her, holding her, stroking her. He took possession of her mouth and then moved over her, putting her arms above her head as he went to her lips. He kissed her lips but didn’t linger. He started to travel down, going toward her neck, sucking on her pulse, making her gasp, and then before she got too aroused, he moved down, sliding his lips toward her tits. One by one, he pressed a kiss to each of her nipples, and then pressed them together, and she heard his groan.
“I’ve missed you, babies. I’ve missed you so damn much.”
Petal groaned as he took one nipple into his mouth, then trailed his lips between the valley of her tits before going for the second. He lavished attention to each nipple, and she felt an answering pull between her thighs. Dirty was not gentle. The tightness he had each bud was verging on pain and pleasure. She just couldn’t contain it. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to stop and at the same time continue. She couldn’t think, and then Dirty stopped her as he let got of her breasts and started to move down her body, going toward her pussy. He was slow moving and she knew exactly where he was going.
She glanced down, and then, as he spread her legs, she felt his breath on her pussy. Licking her lips, she felt how dry they had gotten. She wanted him, craved him.
Dirty didn’t make her wait as he slid his fingers over the fine hairs of her pussy, and then held the lips of her sex open. His touch was gentle, sweet, and his tongue danced across her clit, and she couldn’t help but cry out as the pleasure was intense.
She hadn’t been with anyone since Dirty. The only man she had been with was him. He kissed her pussy, sliding his tongue down toward her entrance, and he began to fuck her with his tongue.
Petal didn’t know what she loved more, his tongue or his mouth. Both seemed to be working her body in an erotic haze. She couldn’t figure anything out. Didn’t want to.