“I like it,” I groaned. “I likeyou.”
“You’re beyond…” he mumbled. “Just fucking beyond…”
He couldn’t deny he liked it, his whole body jolted as I fucked him with my tongue, and it was nasty, and wet, and slippery and fucking delicious.
“Dirty. Fucking. Bitch,” he growled.
I wiped my lips on my hand as I came up, and he pulled a face. He was hard as fucking iron, though, his balls tight and hot and ready to fucking go.
I took off the strap-on, threw it aside, and my fingers were straight at my clit. I wasn’t far off.
I straddled him and took his cock in one, and then I rode him, hard, and he was right back at me, bucking and thrusting and snarling until I squealed. I came so hard that I stopped breathing, every muscle quivering as I braced myself on his shoulders. My head lolled back, and heat exploded behind my eyes. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard and filled me up, growling fucking nonsense as he joined me in the abyss, and neither of us moved for a long time, rigid and spent and on another fucking planet until we came down again.
I collapsed onto his chest, and he gritted his teeth at the pain as he folded me in his arms. I listened to his heart, and it was booming. His breath deep and fast.
And then I giggled.
And he laughed.
And the whole thing seemed hilarious, euphoric, ridiculous.
“You are officially fucking crazy.” He smiled. “I’m telling you now, Faye Devere, whatever just happened was fucking insane.”
“Good insane,” I grinned. “We like good insane around here.”
He raised his eyebrows. “There’s no way I’m kissing you, not after that. Not until you’ve washed your dirty fucking mouth out with bleach and a hundred fucking Hail Marys.”
“Oh yes you are,” I laughed and planted my lips right on his.
It turns out he was lying.
***
Faye
I loved the man. I loved the man. I loved the man.
Andhelovedme.
Let’s face it, nobody takes a dirty kiss like that unless it’s the real deal.
And he’d taken everything from me.Everything.
I watched him dress with a smile on my face. It was a slow process, with a lot of expletives, but he managed to pull off sexy businessman just fine with a sore ass and a back full of sex bruises. It was good to know.
“I need to clean up,” he said. “I’m going to get blood on my shirt otherwise. I don’t want to look like I’ve been in some crazy street fight.”
“I’ll meet you in the office.” I smiled. “I’ll clean up here, don’t worry.”
“I wasn’t going to worry,” he smirked. “That’s definitelyyourfucking mess, Faye. Just make sure nobody comes in here until you’re done.”
I looked at the mat. “This may take a while.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He grinned and pressed his mouth to my forehead. “I’ll see you in the office, yes?”
I smiled. “I might have a dance on the way back.”
“Fine. I’ll be waiting.”