A Million Dirty Secrets (Million Dollar Duet 1)

And guess what that smart mouth did to me at that exact moment? That’s right. My cock became instant titanium.

I picked up her tiny frame and hoisted her over my shoulder as I carried her toward the bathroom. She kicked her legs in protest and smacked at my naked ass, but little did she know she was only spurring me on.

I tossed her into the bathtub and laughed when she landed with a thud. The water shot up and doused her hair, causing it to hang limply in her face. She looked like a drowned cat. Mmm … wet pussy.

“What the hell did you do that for?” she shrieked, smacking her hair back.

“Because you’re going to bathe me and I don’t want to hear any mouth about it,” I answered, getting into the tub as well.

She tried to move away from me, but I grabbed her forearms and pulled her to straddle my lap instead. My dick was wedged between us and she gasped when she realized I was already hard for her.

“There now. This,” I said, pushing up so that she could feel my length, “feels so much better. Wouldn’t you agree?”

She seethed. “I really hate you.”

“I really don’t care,” I retorted. “Now, wash my hair, and do try to be sensual about it.”

She huffed but grabbed the bottle of shampoo anyway. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of her hot little pussy perched over my throbbing hardness as she massaged my scalp with her fingers. I noticed she was scraping her nails into my skin, probably to try to deter me from wanting her to do this ever again, but it only had the opposite effect.

I fucking loved the rough stuff, and she wasn’t even scratching the surface.

I hummed in appreciation and bucked my hips into her, and I knew I wasn’t imagining things; she was pushing back. Her breathing was shallower and I could tell that she was trying to maintain her composure and not let on that she was aroused. And then she leaned forward and rinsed my hair with the spray nozzle, the tips of her nipples brushing across my lips. I opened my eyes to peek and saw her ample cleavage perched right in front of my face, so I stuck my tongue out and flicked her nipple.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, and immediately backed away.

“Uh-uh,” I tsked. “Bring those pretty titties back up here, Delaine. You’re not done. My hair still has soap in it.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, but climbed back onto my lap anyway. I heard her suck in a breath as she leaned forward again, keeping her back bowed to keep her tits out of my face, but I put my hand on her back and pressed her forward, capturing her nipple between my lips at the same time.

Again she gasped, and I smiled around her nipple as my tongue got its swirl on. My other hand went to her other breast and massaged it, my thumb running over the hardened peak while I pushed my hips into her again. Her body relaxed and she leaned into me as I sucked on her nipple and then let my teeth gently scrape across the sensitive skin.

She was done rinsing my hair. I could tell because the spray nozzle was just hanging limply from her hands, but she was now arching her back and pushing her tit closer to my mouth. I moaned and released that nipple with a pop to give my attention to the other one. My tongue flicked over the pebbled bud like a serpent, and then I roughly sucked it into my mouth.

I lifted her hips and resituated her in my lap so that the tip of me was right at her entrance. When I pushed forward a little, she stiffened and braced her hands on my shoulders.

“Shh, I’m not going to,” I assured her. “I just want you to feel me there.”

I shifted forward a bit to apply more pressure and then groaned out loud when the head of my dick barely entered her.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I mumbled into her skin. I pulled her off me and repositioned us so that she was now sitting next to me, because if I didn’t, I was going to fuck her right then, and I wanted to prolong the anticipation and play some more.

I leaned in to nuzzle her, placing hungry kisses along the length of her neck while one hand held her by the back of her head and the other ran along the inside of her thigh.

“Have you ever had an orgasm, Delaine?” I skimmed my fingers over the soft folds at the apex of her thighs and heard her swallow hard before she choked out a no.

“Mmm,” I hummed at her ear. “I get to be the first at everything. You have no idea how incredibly sexy that is.”

My fingers dipped between her folds and I stroked her, avoiding the little bundle of nerves. Her head fell back against the tub, opening her neck up further for me. I removed my fingers and ran them back down the inside of her thigh until I reached the back of her knee to pull her leg over one of my thighs, and then I made a slow and torturous path back up her leg.

“I’m going to make you come, Delaine,” I whispered into her ear.

The mounds of her breasts peaked over the water, revealing her perfect nipples with each shuddery breath she took. I made one light stroke from her entrance to her clit, repeating the path with more pressure. She was still with the exception of her breathing, and I lightly sucked at the sensitive spot below her ear.

“It’s okay to enjoy my touch. I see no reason why I should be the only one to gain pleasure from our little arrangement.” I dipped one finger into her. Her walls clamped down around me and I sucked in a breath. “Goddamn, you’re tight. I think the thought alone of sticking my cock into that tight pussy might be enough to make me come so hard I lose my fucking mind.”

I pumped my finger in and out of her as my thumb began to make circles around her clit.

“Would you like to see that, Delaine?” I asked, my voice thick with lust. “Would you like to see me lose my fucking mind while the thought of being inside you makes me come?”

She didn’t answer, but the way her eyes became hooded and her hips started moving forward to meet the thrust of my finger told me all I needed to know. I inserted another finger and she moaned, her head falling to the side to face me.

And then she kissed me.

Delaine sucked my bottom lip between hers before shoving her tongue into my mouth to stroke mine. I pulled back because I liked to be the one in control, but I kept my lips just over hers.

“Touch your breast,” I whispered. “Help me make you feel good.”

I didn’t really need her help, but I wanted her to open up more and explore her own sexuality. Plus, watching a woman touch herself just happened to be sexy as hell. I watched as she cupped her breast and pulled at her nipple with her index finger and thumb.

“Goddamn, that’s perfect.” I groaned and pumped my fingers into her harder and faster.