Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I try to hold on to his words. I try to do exactly what he says when every part of my body is begging me to do the opposite. I need to come. My body won’t let me hold back much longer.

He grabs on to my hips as he pushes his thick, long cock into me harder, driving me so close to the edge that I’m not sure there is anything that can keep me from coming.

“No, Skye,” he warns.

I stop. I don’t know how his words are able to control me despite his body pushing me to do the opposite. But my body listens. At least, one more time.

“You want to come, Skye?”

“Yes.”

“You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes.”

He snickers. “You think this was hard, but you don’t know how bad I can be.”

I suck in a breath, trying desperately to hold on as he continues to thrust harder, making the task impossible.

“Come.”

One tiny word, and my body responds. My pussy tightens around his cock as my body explodes more fiercely than the fireworks still shooting off in front of us. I don’t know if I’m still supposed to be quiet or not, but I can’t be quiet. I open my mouth to moan, and his mouth captures mine. I moan into his mouth instead of screaming into the night.

I don’t know if he comes. I don’t notice the fireworks. I don’t notice if anyone is watching us. All I can do is come over and over until my body finally sti

lls.

I’m a strong woman. I work out daily. But I have no strength left. I collapse into his arms, unable to even stand.

He grins like the asshole he is.

“I think I chose correctly,” I say, trying to catch my breath and strength.

He tucks his cock back into his pants before he scoops me up into his arms. “I didn’t do my job very well if you are still thinking about other men.”

My head rests against his hard chest. I want him to get naked in one of the bedrooms. I want to do that again and again, but I can barely move.

“I’m not thinking of them.”

He smirks. “I know.”

He carries me inside and down a hallway, stopping outside a door that has our names written on it in hearts.

“What did Bayron think? That he would put our name on a couple of hearts, and by the end of the date, I would be proposing to you?” he asks as he pushes the door open.

We both stare at the bed that is covered in rose petals and has two swan towels kissing. There is a bottle of champagne chilling with chocolate-covered strawberries sitting on the table next to the bed.

I sigh. “I think that is exactly what Bayron was thinking.”

“I don’t want to put you on the bed.”

“Why? You think I’ll catch romantic fever if you let me near some rose petals?”

“No, I think we are both going to fall asleep before I get to fuck you again.”

He looks down at me, and I see the lust that I feel reflecting in his eyes.

“But, if I put you down anywhere else, I’m afraid you will collapse from exhaustion.”