Dirty Girl (Going All the Way 2)

“Booshie, I think that’s enough talking.”

He leaned back so he could look at her face. Her cheeks were red, her lips parted and slightly swollen from his kisses, and her tits were rising and falling the faster she breathed. With her hands now on his chest, she exerted pressure until he took several steps back. He knew what she was going to do, or at least he was praying like hell she was going to do it.

And then as if his prayers had been answered, she grabbed the bottom of her tank and pulled it up and over her head. He had never thought seeing so much inked-up skin on a woman would be arousing, but fuck, seeing Naggie’s flat belly, perfect tits, and arms covered in colorful tattoos had his dick trying to rip through his jeans.

She stared at him while she slid her hands up her flat stomach, moved her finger along her belly button ring that slightly dangled, and continued upward until she was cupping the mounds of her breasts. For such a tiny thing, her chest was big and round and all natural. He could tell there wasn’t any fake shit in her, because those puppies shook like a warm bowl of Jell-O.

“Take it off for me, baby.” He grabbed his dick through his jeans and applied pressure as he watched her lift her arms and reach around her back to unlatch her bra. Her cleavage was something that wet dreams were made out of, and he knew he’d be titty-fucking her before the night was over with. Hell, Booshie wanted to do just about everything raunchy with her, and the sultry look she gave him told him she was more than willing to give it all to him too.

In a matter of seconds, she had the bra off and tossed to the ground. Her skin was this light-peach color, but her nipples were a dark-pink shade and harder than stone. “Take your nipples in between your fingers and twist them, Naggie.” Booshie was a very dominating man, controlled his life and everything around him. Being in an MC made a man rough and hardened, but he was also the VP, and that put him in a whole different mindset.

She grabbed her breasts, pulled the tight peaks between her thumbs and forefingers, and tweaked them until a gasp left her.

“That’s right, fucking pull them until they hurt.” He unhooked his belt, popped the button of his jeans, and slid the zipper down. Once he had his dick out and in his hand, he stroked it as he watched her do exactly what he said. He liked that she obeyed him, followed through with his demands without question, and was so damn hot he could feel the heat come from her like he was right by the fucking sun. He liked that she looked down at his cock as he stroked himself from root to tip, and he got really damn high when her eyes widened at his size.

“You’re pierced,” she breathed out. “Well, this just got interesting.”8Yeah, his dick was pierced. A nice Prince Albert through the crown of his penis ensured for a wild ride for both of them. “You ever been with a man who had this going on?” Booshie wasn’t vain in any sense, but he was a man and knew his dick was long and thick.

Once he had it inside her, there was no doubt in his mind he’d stretch her pussy good and wide and make her come harder than she ever had before. She certainly looked primed for him, but the test would be to see if her pussy was nice and juicy for him.

“I’ve been with men who had piercings before, but none in the southern region.” She was still playing with her nipples, and he liked that she hadn’t stopped even though she looked surprised when he pulled himself out. But then again, Naggie didn’t look like she shocked very easily, or at least he hoped she didn’t.

He moved closer to her, and she dropped her arms by her sides. The sight of her breasts right in front of him, aching to be sucked on, touched, and worshipped, screamed out at him. He cupped each mound, squeezed the soft, firm flesh, and then lowered his head and sucked a nipple in his mouth. She tasted so damn good that he couldn’t stop the groan that left him.

Alternating between her left and right breasts, Booshie was a fiend for her flesh and had to force himself to take a step back. Without thinking any longer, and feeling this beast rise inside him, he made quick work of getting her out of her tight jeans. The panties she wore were these little white ones and almost innocent in appearance.

He gripped her waist and turned her around so her chest was pressed to the door.