Dirty: A Naughty Tale

Something I don’t even call my own father.

It should be a turnoff.

But it’s dirty.

Naughty fun.

Every time the word leaves my mouth, I feel his cock jump and a growl erupts from somewhere deep in his throat, vibrating throughout his entire body.

“Say it again.” Martin grunts as he pulls my hips as far back into his body as he can.

“Harder, daddy,” I moan, arching my back into his touch.

“That’s right, baby. Enjoy every filthy fucking moment.” His tone is rough, husky, as possessive as his hold.

His hips move in and out, faster with each thrust, and I’m helpless to do anything but enjoy it. The more he takes from me, the more I want to give back to him.

I hadn’t meant to fall in love. I hadn’t meant to do anything but give my virginity to a man who was worthy and knew exactly how to please a woman without instruction.

“Oh, daddy!” I scream as my orgasm rips through me, taking us both by surprise and making stars dot my vision.

“Celeste,” Martin groans behind me, and when I feel him start to pull out, I push back, tightening my hold on his hardness. I chase him until he’s left with no option but to release in me. “Fuck, girl.”

The warmth coats my channel and I lay languid, enjoying having part of him inside me. Even as I feel his pleasure slip free, I revel in how well he can give us what we both need.

Draping his body over mine, Martin kisses along my neck, nipping where he can, and asks, “Are you on the pill?”

Staring up into his beautiful blue gaze, I tell him honestly, “No.”

His body goes tight, his stare narrows, and I start to wish I’d lied when he finally responds.

That was dangerous. You know you could get pregnant.” It’s not really a question.

“I do.”

“So why did you?”

“Because I want part of you with me always. Even when you’re done with me.” As the words leave my mouth, I realize they’re true. If I were to become pregnant, and he wanted nothing to do with us, I’d still be happy, because I’d have created a beautiful life with a man I love.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to share you yet,” he murmurs with a sexy half-grin. Not at all mad like I thought he was.

“Oh my.”

Amazed, I can’t hide my smile.

Chapter 4

Celeste

At some point through the night, Martin was called away for a homicide in the city, leaving me in bed to sleep. I didn’t want him to go, but he has a very important career that can’t be pushed to the side.

My parents come home today and I’m hoping Martin will be back before they are. They aren’t bad parents, or even mean, but they are very much against me dating before graduation in a couple months.

I’m not sure how I’ll break it to them that I’m with an older man. I know for certain they won’t be happy. Especially because they aren’t fond of Martin to begin with.

I’m not sure if it’s because of when he got drunk last summer and fell asleep on one of the lounge chairs in Onyx and Grace’s backyard, or because he’s a cop. Maybe it’s something completely different. I’m not sure.

Crawling from bed, my body is deliciously sore from the amount of love-making over the last thirty-six hours. I can feel muscles I never knew existed stretching in protest. Heading for the shower, I turn it on as hot as my body can stand it and let the water soak me as it rains down.