Dirty Little Brat (Dirty Series Book 1)

“Shit, Lexi. You feel me in your tummy baby.”

“Yes. Yes, I feel you. So deep Sax. So good.”

“That’s where I am going to put my sons and one daughter. Can’t you see it?”

“Yes. Yes.” She bounces faster and faster, calling my name over and over. Not able to contain myself anymore, I grip her harder, knowing my fingers are going to leave bruises on her body. That is a fucking turn on in itself. Meeting her downward thrust, I can feel the pressure gathering in my sack, wanting to burst my cum all over her.

I sit up, kissing her mouth, back and forth we kiss one another. As she throws her head back, mouth opens as she moans, I leaned down and put her nipple in my mouth, sucking, biting, over and over.

“Saxson. Oh God. I gotta come. Feels so good.” She tastes so fucking good. I feel leaking come from her pussy and I know she is about to let it go. My cock is ready. Taking my fingers, I squeeze her clit.

“It’s time baby. Let go. CUM!!!!”

“Ahhhhhhhh!” She screams, body bouncing up and down. Watching her lose herself, my cock finally gives in.

“Shit…. shit...fuck!!!” I move up and down faster. Cum, shooting up to her pussy as she comes down. We laid there holding each other, going in and out of sleep.

Rolling over, I see she is gone from the bed. I sit up and stretch. Looking at the clock, I am a bit more surprised at the fact that it is almost noon. Shit.

Going into the bathroom, I take a shower and get dressed in a pair of khakis, and a t-shirt. Halfway down the stairs, I smell coffee and something else. When I make it into the kitchen I stop. My mouth waters, my cock once again pointing toward its woman, wanting a taste. But the thing I love the most, is how happy she looks to be making breakfast. I walk in behind her wrapping my arms around her waist. “Good morning sweetheart.” I say kissing her neck.

“Good morning.” She blushes as her face looks down. Why is that so fucking hot?

“What are you doing?”

“Making breakfast.” She bites her lip causing me to pull it out of her mouth and replace it with my own. Her hands go into my head as she raises on her tiptoes and tried to climb onto me. My cock is begging me to take her right now. But we have shit to do today, to get ready for tomorrow. Not that she knows it yet. I kiss her one more time and with much reluctance, kiss her nose and let her know.

“Come on baby. Let’s eat this wonderful breakfast you made and then we have stuff to do today. Come on woman. Feed me.” I joke laughing at her as I hit her ass.

“Fine.” She fake pouts and smirks. She loads up my plate and once we sit and have been eating for a bit, she asks. “So, what do we have to do today? I thought we were here for vacation.”

“We are. But today, we have to get ready for our wedding tomorrow. So, you need to be fitted for a dress and I need my tux.” Now. I said it. I go back to eating like it’s no big deal.

“Wedding? Are you...serious?” She asks, mouth hanging open and panic spreading over her face.

“Yes.”

“Oh shit.” Is the last thing she says before she dashes from the table and runs up the stairs. Why do I think this might not be a good thing?13LexiWedding!!! HE said WEDDING!! TOMORROW!!! How the hell am I supposed to get married tomorrow?!?!? Doesn’t that crazy man know a girl needs at least a year to plan? What is he trying to do? I grab my phone off the nightstand and call Lara. She is not going to believe this shit.

“Come on Lara. Pick up the damn phone.” When it goes to her voicemail, I leave a not so pleasant, panicked message and hang up. What am I going to do? How the hell am I going to plan a wedding with no friends, no family...nothing.

I sit on the bed, hands shaking, trying to stop the hyperventilation I can feel building. I can’t do this. I always pictured my wedding day. Despite the fact that I hate my parents, I always knew I would marry someone I loved. No matter what my mom and dad tried to do, I was not going to be their cash cow. I had the decor and colors all picked out, my bridesmaids, everything. I put my head in my hands. How is it going to look when his family comes here, and I have no one to stand up for me? I am so engrossed in self-pity, I don’t hear Sax when he comes in the room.