Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

Rhett’s eyes darken as he steps in front of me. He dips down to claim my mouth. His tongue presses between my lips, devouring my words right along with my thoughts. I slide my hands up his chest and wind them around his neck, allowing him to pull me in close.

I push my fingers through his messy hair, then let go long enough for him to peel my jeans and panties off. Gripping my hips, he hoists me up on the counter. He spreads my legs with his knee and steps between them.

Rhett continues to explore my mouth with his tongue. He flexes his hips, pressing his erection against my core. His jeans scrape against my clit, and I reach between us, frantically pulling at the button of his jeans. My hands and feet claw at his pants, pushing them down his legs. His cock springs free, and a second later it’s cradled in my hand.

“Condom,” I mumble against his lips.

“Damnit,” he moans, tearing his mouth from mine so he can reach in his wallet and grab one.

I snatch it from his hand, tear open the foil packet, and slide it over him.

“I need you,” I breathe. “You can make love to me for the rest of our lives, but right now I need you to fuck me.”

“Baby,” he pants, driving into me with one solid thrust.

My head tilts back, exposing my neck. My breasts bounce between us, still contained by my shirt and bra, and Holy Mother of God, that is not going to work for me.

I yank my shirt off and tug at the top of my bra, allowing my breasts to pop out. They’re lifted high and squished together this way, but Rhett doesn’t seem to mind. He captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep and hard—the same way his cock drives into me.

“That feels so good.” I bury my fingers in his hair, holding his head against my chest. I swear to God this man could give me an orgasm just by sucking my tits.

I draw him closer, locking my ankles behind his back. Rhett releases my nipple with a wet pop and moves to the next, torturing it the same way.

“Oh, God,” I groan, watching where our bodies connect. I’ve always been on the receiving end of dirty talk—never one to offer it—but something about the sight of his cock sliding in and out has me on edge.

“So fucking big, Rhett. God, you’re stretching me, and it feels so goddamn good. Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t stop.” He groans against my breast, increasing the pace of his thrusts. I buck against him. “Harder. Oh, God, harder. Yes, right like that.”

Releasing my nipple, Rhett wraps his hand around my hair, yanking my head back. My eyes meet his, wild and uninhibited.

“Watch me while I take you. I want to see you lose control. I want to hear you scream my name, Mo. You’re gonna give me your entire body, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” I moan, getting lost in his words, in the moment…in him.

“You’re so close, I can feel it. Your pussy gripping my cock, sucking me back in every time I pull out.”

Rhett pulls back, pressing my knees as far to the side as my body will allow, opening me up, stretching me.

“You’re so perfect, Mo. Your body was made for mine.” The sounds of our skin slapping together, along with our heated pants, fill the room. I slam my mouth against his as my orgasm crashes through me.

My legs tighten, jolts of electricity shooting throughout my body. Rhett dips a hand between us and rubs my clit.

“Oh, God, Rhett,” I yell, wrenching my mouth from his. I thrash beneath him. “I can’t—I can’t take it.” My body is strung so tight, I feel like he’s going to rip me in half, and then I explode, my

clit throbbing beneath the pad of his finger.

He slams into me with a deep groan, his eyes locked on mine, and his hips jerk as he spills himself into me. I only wish we could’ve done that without anything between us.

Rhett buries his face in my neck, his breath on my skin. “You’re not leaving until we do that in every room.”

“You do that again, and I might not leave at all.”

He nips at my neck and pushes into me, setting off a ripple of waves. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

I’m tempted to tell him I mean every word, but I don’t want to push him, and I don’t want to keep putting myself out there if he’s not ready, so I keep my thoughts to myself.

Instead I say, “So, you have a really beautiful kitchen—very smooth counter.”

He laughs, pulling his head from the crook of my neck. “Would you like to see the rest of the house?”