Dirty (RAW Family 2)

Right… there.

My nails dig into his nape, holding him against me. My cheek against his, I feel his soft panting against my skin, and it’s so fucking hot that I whimper. Softly at first, then louder, and louder again as my pussy begins to clench uncontrollably, my hips thrust in time with the contractions. I moan long and low, as if I were an animal in heat. I suppose it’s a fitting reaction considering I feel wild at this very moment. Ecstasy pulses through me, radiating outward throughout my entire body, and a sudden weakness has me barely able to keep my arms around him.

I’m a puddle of bliss, panting against his warm cheek.

My panties are now soaked. I can feel the wetness against my hypersensitive clit, and I shudder all over. Swallowing with effort, I place my lips against his cheek and mutter a hushed, “Sorry.”

His silent laughter makes me smile. He pulls back to look at me, his eyes soft. “You can apologize for a lot of things, Ana.” He brings his lips to mine, and utters against them, “But don’t ever apologize for that. Never that, baby.”

Julius leans into me, taking my bottom lip into his mouth, suckling on it. His full lips taste of mint and liquor, and my tongue darts out to lick him, following the seam of his mouth. He tastes like sex and happiness. Gripping me tightly, he kisses me. I part my lips, accepting everything he has to offer. His tongue brushes against mine. They dance together, mating, and I press my face closer, into his. He groans into my mouth, and my thighs tightens around his hips.

In a move that surprises me, Julius slides one hand up my back, over my nape, tangling his fingers into my hair, then growls, “Fucking love this hair. Don’t you ever fucking cut this hair.” His hand fists into the long, thick strands the color of dark chocolate and he tugs lightly, enough to make his point. “I will be pissed as hell, baby.”

At this moment, high on what could possibly be the best orgasm of my life, I would agree to anything Julius asked of me. “Cualquier cosa por ti, querido.” I close off by pulling against his hold, forcing him to let go of my hair, to place my lips against his, kissing his full lips as softly as I can.

Anything for you, my darling.

He moans into my mouth. “Fuck me. I can’t wait any more. My cock needs in you.” He kisses me, deep, wet, hot. His large hand cups my wet crotch, pressing his fingertip into the seam of my pussy and rubbing gently. His lip curls and his eyes flash, as he drawls, “You gonna let me in that tight pussy, baby? That hot, wet pussy?”

Oh, God. Such a pretty mouth talking such filth. So dirty.

I love it.

The things he’s saying are going to give me a heart attack and an orgasm, simultaneously.

I feel weak against him, so weak I can’t even make myself speak. Instead, I nod with enthusiasm, eager to feel him.

His eyes flash, clearly pleased at my willing response. Reaching up to his neck, he takes my hands and brings them down, past his stomach, lower still, guiding them down before wrapping them around his rigid shaft.

And that’s when I realize that’s a whole lot of cock.

“It’s so big,” I mumble as I run my loose fingers over the thick, inflexible heat. And this is not a good thing. I mumble this with pure misery, a frown on my face.

“Yes, it is,” he returns. He does not state this is an I’m-a-cocky-asshole way; he simply states the fact.

Goddammit, I’m so tired of being hurt.

A small amount of my arousal dulls.

Julius reaches back without breaking contact with me, opening the nightstand drawer and retrieving a condom. He doesn’t hesitate the way I do, doesn’t let me regret my choice. Tearing the foil packet open with his teeth, he brings the condom down between us and rolls it on. And he does this while keeping it real. “I want to fuck you bare, baby, and that day will come, but you were married to a cunt of a man who fucked around, and he did this then came home and fucked you bare. And I’m not going to talk about his brother right now, because I’m about to fuck and I don’t want to lose my hard-on.” He looks up at me from his cock. “Not saying you have anything, baby, but I sure as hell ain’t taking the risk, which means until we both get ourselves tested and cleared, I’m not going to make out with that pussy I crave more than air, nor am I going to go ungloved when we fuck.” His eyes hold no amount of disgust. This is just Julius laying it out. “Okay?”

I know this is not only fair but responsible, too. But, fuck, I hate that Dino put me in this position of sheer mortification. My body turns stony with it.

“Okay.” My nose begins to tingle with the familiar sting of tears, and I blink them back. “Sorry.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.” The harsh words are spoken so gently that they feel like a warm embrace. He grips my hips, digging his fingers in enough to pinch. “Shut it right now. Nothing that happened to you was your fault. Nothing. You were a young woman surrounded by bad people who knew better, people you trusted to take care of you. You trusted them to keep you safe. A shit-ton of people failed you, Ana, but you aren’t one of them. You saved yourself. You did nothing wrong. Understand me?”

“Yeah,” I croak quietly, and deep down, I know he’s right.

“Good.” He slides away from me, laying down flat on the bed, slowly stroking his cock with long, delicious fingers that I want to suck into my mouth. “Climb on, baby.” His eyes hood as I sit up, and he trails my near-naked body with a glance. “Ride me.”

On my knees, I crawl to his side, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my thighs, to the mattress, where I step out of them. I throw my leg over him, to the left side of his waist, then scoot closer, bringing my knees into contact with his hips.

He reaches out to me, running the back of one hand up, over my stomach, which clenches in response. He runs his knuckles over my breast, farther, trailing over the sensitive bud that tightens at his light touch, causing me to tremble in pure bliss.

As he continues to explore my body, taking his time, I rest one hand on his stomach for balance then reach back to take his long, hard cock into my small hand. I sit up taller, guiding the tip of him to my wet entrance, and when my parts kiss his in warm greeting, I remove my hand, placing it with the other at his stomach.

His breath catches as I put the slightest amount of pressure, sitting gently. The head of him slips inside of me and we both moan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head with desire. With my eyes closed, I sit down farther, but wince as the girth of him stretches me wide.

His hands on my hips, he holds me there, not allowing me to seat myself an inch more. “We got all the time in the world. Take it slow. I want this good for the both of us, baby. Just relax.”

It’s like he always knows what to say.

I remind myself that this man will never force me; he will never rape me, or use my affections to manipulate a situation. Julius will never hurt me like Dino did. Julius does not get off on pain. He wants only mutual satisfaction, nothing more.

And here I am, on top of him. A position Dino never allowed me to try. It put a woman in a position of control, and he would never allow that.

But Julius would. Not only would he allow it, but he was the one to suggest it.

Taking a deep breath, my calm returns and I move my hips around slowly, testing how much pain I am in.

Surprisingly, there is no pain.

Warmth lights my belly on fire and turns my blood to boiling lava while my nipples tighten at the feeling of impossible fullness between my welcoming thighs. I know there is more, so I test the waters, rearing down in to

rturous slowness, taking one more inch, then another. And although it burns as he stretches me, it doesn’t hurt.

No.

It feels amazing.

My head begins to float, and I feel my heart beating through my clit, my cheeks flushed with passion.

I seat myself farther, taking another inch, then one more, and then, with a light wince, my belly contracts painfully and I realize I can’t take anymore.

And it makes me sad.

“Oh,” I utter softly, disappointed.

Julius runs his hand up my bare thigh. “No rush. It’ll take some time.”

“Yeah,” I respond, running my nails over his belly.

With a gentle tug, he pulls me down to lie on his chest. His lips take mine in a warm, deep kiss and I reach up to cup his cheeks as he begins to rock into me with tender mercy.

His hands roam my body, running over my back to squeeze my nape then trailing over my ass and back again, finally resting on my hips as his thrusts increase.

I pant into his mouth, gasping when he touches a particularly sensitive spot inside of me, and when he works on hitting that spot over and over, my body trembles and shakes. My fists clench against him, my nails scratching at him.

It’s happening again.

I feel it coming this time.

But how? I’ve never had an orgasm twice so soon. It’s not right. Something’s wrong. Panting, I shake my head, and muse aloud, “No.”

Julius grips my hips tightly and drives a little deeper, his thick cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy. “Yes, baby. Yes.”

A bright light flashes behind my closed lids and, gritting my teeth together, I whimper and whine as the orgasm takes hold of me, pulsing pleasure from my toes to the very hairs on my head. When it finally passes, I fall limp against Julius, breathless.

His thrusts turn jerky, and with a low growl, his body turns rigid, his stomach tightens against me, and he grips my hips hard enough to bruise, his cock twitching inside me as he finds his release.

And when his breathing returns to normal, he reaches up to stroke my hair with lazy tenderness. My eyes droop heavily, and I let out a short yawn. Julius follows suit, and with his arms around me, naked and bared to him, I find sleep.