Dirty Dealers

In a sweep, his shirt is off. He stands and quickly pushes his trunks away. I’m in a haze of longing as he reaches around my waist again, lifting me and pulling me onto his lap as he slides us both back onto his bed.

I’m in a straddle, and I reach down to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. He exhales a hiss, and I don’t waste time, scooting down, I place both hands on the bed at his hips before dipping down to flick my tongue all around the hardened tip.

“Yes,” he groans, his large hand gently stroking the side of my face as I take him in one hand to guide him into my mouth.

His hips jump when I tickle my fingers down his shaft to feel a large vein straining. He’s huge, and I lean down, but I’m not halfway before he’s touching the back of my throat. Lifting up, he’s out with a pop, and I thread my fingers over and down him.

“Come here,” he groans, grasping my hips again and pulling me to him.

My breasts flatten against his chest, and his arms are all around me, hugging me as his mouth plunders mine. His tongue is in my mouth, and he’s kissing me again and again, moving me so I’m right above his rigid cock.

His fist is between us, right beneath me, and with a swift thrust, he’s inside.

“Oh, god!” I gasp a moan. We were just here last night, but still it’s an amazing sense of fullness.

“I’m clean,” he murmurs, kissing my bare shoulders, pulling my body against his mouth as he nips and kisses my breasts. “I want to feel you on me.”

“Yes,” I hiss, rocking my hips and massaging my clit against him.

I’m on fire from his burning kisses and touches. My head is spinning, and I breathe his intoxicating scent. Leaning down, I kiss his broad shoulder, slipping out my tongue to taste him. Salt from the ocean is on his skin, and now it’s in my mouth.

My thighs jump and shudder as he lightly traces his fingers down the curve of my ass, scooping me closer to his pelvis, rocking me as his thick shaft massages in and out, picking up speed. The assault on my clit sends fiery sparks to the arches of my feet.

“Oh, Logan,” I gasp. “I’m going to come!”

He doesn’t slow the pace. He moves faster, gripping my hips and moving me against him with more force, driving his hips up and into me.

With a wail, my body breaks into spasms, clenching and pulling all around him inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” he coughs out, and I feel him pulsing, letting go just after my orgasm starts.

His groans and shudders mix with the orgasm racking my body, and I’m rocking my hips in time with the sensations, resting my forehead against him as my body continues to jerk.

“Oh, god, Logan,” I whimper, holding onto him as the waves subside.

Massive arms surround me, holding me close as he kisses me back to this planet, this room, this bed. Coming back into focus, I feel he’s still inside me. The evidence of what just happened is slick on both of us, but I don’t care. I need to hold him right now.

Finding my voice, I manage to murmur, “That was…” In all my collecting, I’m not sure I’ve found the word for what we just shared.

“Incredible,” he rumbles, kissing my ear, his beard sending another tiny after-shock through my insides.

All of it—tasting, smelling, feeling him… the sensory overload was… “Yes,” I say with a little smile. “Simply incredible.”

Shifting our position, he rolls us onto my back. His body hovers large over mine. My eyes are still closed, but I’m smiling so big as I reach up to trace my fingernails lightly through the beard on his cheeks.

“I like this,” I say quietly. “It was different at first, but I like it now.”

“I’ll keep it for you,” he says, leaning down to kiss my lips before straightening again. His large hand cups my chin, fingers spreading along my jaw. “Look at me,” he says.

My smile falters. My heartbeat quickens, and I try to wriggle out of his hold.

“Kass?” He pleads as he rolls to the side releasing me. “Please. I miss your beautiful blue eyes.”

Sitting up on the side of the bed, I let my hair fall in a curtain between us as I try to decide how much I’ll tell him. Just as fast, he’s up beside me, reaching for my waist to pull me over his legs again. I’m facing him in a straddle, and I know I’m trapped.

“What’s wron

g?” His voice is so tender and strong.