Dirty Girl (Going All the Way 2)

He placed a hand on the center of her back and continued to push into her and then pull back out with increasing speed and vigor. And when he placed both his hands on her back and slid them up to grip the nape of her neck, Naggie had never felt so owned by a man as she did right then. For several seconds, he held her immobile as he pounded into her deliciously sore body.

He thrust into her once, twice, and on the third pump stilled inside her. He came long and hard, shuddering and groaning, and holding onto her flesh so hard the pleasure and pain became one. He might be wearing a condom, but she could feel the jerk of his cock, felt the powerful pumping at the tip of his dick as he filled the condom. His coarse words were sharp and dirty, and another shiver wracked her already exhausted body.

His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and when he finally exhaled and pulled out of her, she immediately collapsed on the bed.

“Holy shit.” The words tumbled out of her, but she was too tired to be embarrassed. Instead, all she wanted to do was let the euphoric haze of having been thoroughly screwed by Booshie pull her into oblivion.

The feeling of something smooth and gentle moving up and down her side had Naggie slowly opening her eyes. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. The light that filled the room was low and muted and came from the bedside lamp, given the small clicking sound she heard coming from behind her. She was on her side and facing away from him but smiled when she felt his warm breath on the nape of her neck.

“You wore me the fuck out, baby.”

She grinned even though he couldn’t see her. The caress of him moving his fingers along her side, right over her script tattoo, could have had her falling back to sleep, and she would have if not for the fact that he chose that moment to speak again.

“You’re just as exhausted as me, Naggie baby.” He didn’t phrase it like a question and didn’t stop touching her.

“Yes, that happens when someone fucks me like a damn madman.” She smiled and shifted so she was now facing him on her side. He was smiling too, and that small, almost sleepy grin looked really good on him.

“What does this mean?” he asked, his focus on her side again. He started tracing the words of her tattoo.

“Exactly what it says.” She smiled again, not being a smart ass.

“You know what I mean.” He flashed her this shit-eating grin, all straight white teeth and a face so manly with his trimmed, scruffy beard, and dark longer hair framing his face.

Yeah, she did know what he meant. Although she didn’t mind telling the story of her ink, this conversation seemed very intimate in a way that had nothing to do with the fact that they had just had sex or that this was a one-night stand.10Naggie shifted so she was now on her back, and even though she was naked, she wasn’t self-conscious over her nudity, had never been. Booshie pulled the sheet up so that it covered both their lower halves.

“Big, hardened, but with a compassionate side.” She smiled. She had kept her arm above her head so he could still touch her side tattoo and because she liked how it felt having him stroke her softly.

Naggie stared at her ink and moved her gaze along the same lines he was currently running his fingers over.

“Have No Regrets Over the Mistakes You’ve Made” had been one of her very first tattoos, and was one of the most cherished on her body. She loved all her ink, but that particular one defined her life and who she was.

“I guess it’s just something I live by, and I wanted it permanently on my body to always remind me that I’m only human.” She lifted her gaze to his face, and for a second all they did was stare at each other.

She was so used to seeing him with a bandana on that his dark chin-length hair free was a little different but in a good way. His face was so masculine and his jaw so square. Without thinking, she lifted her hand and ran her fingers over the tips of his hair and then moved them along his scruff-covered cheek.

He captured her hand with his and pressed her palm to his cheek. When he leaned forward and took her mouth with his, she might have thought he’d kiss her to start something hot and deep again, but he barely brushed his mouth along hers, and before she knew it, he was pulling away from her.

“Have you made a lot of mistakes in life?” He pushed away a stray piece of hair that fell across her forehead.