Dirty Working Hero (Hard Working Hero 2)

Hardin's fingers slip up the back of my neck and into my hair. He grabs a fistful and gently tugs my head back. “Is that right? Tell me, tell me how wet you are.”

“I'm so fucking wet I'm dripping.” My words are breathy as I exhale every last drop of air in my lungs.

His fingers massage my scalp as he pulls, causing my eyes to snap shut. “I could fuck you right here,” he says, running his tongue across the curve of my ear. “We certainly shouldn't let a wet pussy go to waste. It'd be a crime not to give you what your body is begging for.”

My head rolls on my shoulders as he digs the tips of his fingers into my scalp, guiding my head out of the way so he can bite my neck. I coo naturally, unable to contain it.

“Let me give you what you want,” he says so quietly I almost can't hear him over the pounding in my chest.

“You know my dad will fire you if we get caught.”

“Well, maybe we shouldn't get caught then.” He bites me again a little harder, growling against my neck. “Is there any place we can go?”

My eyes scan the yard, landing on the pool house. “This way,” I say, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him to the small house on the opposite of the yard.

Throwing the door open, I take a quick look over my shoulder to make sure we're really alone and no one, like my mother, is watching us. It's all clear. Dragging him inside, Hardin kicks the door shut with his foot as he grabs my face and kisses me.

He isn't wasting any time, and I'm not either. We both know what this is. This is lust in its purest form, hot, bold, and savage.

His bear sized hands are around my face as his tongue slips inside my mouth. I open wide, letting him in easily. His tongue licks across the ridges of my mouth, twisting and swirling.

Fuck, he tastes so damn good.

We're both breathing hard, tearing at each other's clothes. My hands fumble with the belt around his waist as he swiftly tugs my shorts down my legs. I find the button on his shorts, ripping it free, and quickly opening his zipper.

Everything about us is so fast. Our kiss, our hands, our rapid breathing, all of it happening like this could end any second and need to finish is driving us.

This isn't slow, sensual sex. This has a purpose, driven by pure animal instinct, and the carnal desire that lives inside all of us. It's not an active thought or a willful act, this is driven by something so basic you only feel it.

Hardin grabs me around the waist and pulls me in. His hard cock presses against my hip as he breaks our kiss to bite my shoulder. My hands rake through his hair, pulling at the roots as his lips move up my neck.

He flutters fierce kisses across to the other side, and slips his hands to my ass. The firm tips of his fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me in even closer. The pool house is hot and stuffy, our bodies already drenched in sweat.

Hardin takes a firm step forward, forcing me to walk back with him. We stumble together, but he catches me with his strong hands. Lifting me off my feet, he keeps walking until my back slams against the wall.

The pool supplies rattle, and a few fall to the floor as I throw my head back and Hardin kisses me across my jaw, finding my lips again. I inhale a quick breath as he smothers my mouth, drinking me in.

He pins me to the wall, spreading my legs open wider. I hook my heels together around his back, grinding my bare pussy against his stomach. The thin strip of hair running down his naval tickles my clit, making me moan into his mouth.

Hardin growls back, gripping my ass tighter and thrusting his hips forward. His cock rubs against the inside of my thigh, slipping up between my lips. His shaft moves up and down, massaging my clit. It feels so good my entire body trembles as my pussy searches for his cock.

“Fuck me,” I demand.

“Shh,” he says, hushing me silent. “You don't want your parents to hear you, do you?”

Biting my bottom lip, I tug it in my mouth, doing my best to hold in another moan as he gyrates his hips, forcing his cock to keep striking my swollen clit.

“Then fuck me already,” I say as softly as I can. I rock my hips, smothering his length with my juice. “Fuck me before I lose my damn mind and the entire neighborhood hears me.”

He nuzzles his face against my neck, releasing one of his hands and driving it into my hair. “My pleasure,” he says, pressing his tip to my entrance and slamming his cock deep in my heat.