Dirty Talk (Get Dirty 1)

I shake my head, biting my lip to keep my nerves and insecurities inside. “You don’t see any clothes, do you?”

He smiles. “The whole way here, I’ve been picturing you under me as I pound into you, you straddling me to ride, the taste of your sweet pussy, and you on your knees, sucking me down. God, I want you every way you’ll let me. I want to know you inside and out. If you don’t want that, tell me right now and I’ll go. But if you let me in, neither of us is going to be the same again.”

Every word from his mouth is like he’s weaving a spell around me, his voice dripping with sex and turning me on as I picture all the things he describes.

I lower my hands away from their protective stance, showing off my naked body to him and anybody else who happens down the hallway. Fortunately, it’s late and the hallway is empty. I’m somehow more upset that someone might see the thick tent Derrick has going on in his pants than I am about someone possibly seeing me nude in my doorway.

His cock is mine, just for me. And that’s what does it for me. I want this. I want him. I dip my head once, and it’s all the affirmation he needs to rush me, slamming the door behind him as he grabs my ass, lifting me to straddle his waist.

His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, nothing soft and sweet. This is instant fire spreading through me as our bodies meet for the first time. His touch is electric, his lips devouring mine as he carries me deeper into my apartment, so worked up that we don’t even make it to my couch but instead, he presses me against the wall.

Our tongues tangle, fighting to lessen the heat but only serving to intensify the need pulsing through me. He kisses to my neck, sucking and licking at my ear, jolts going through me with every stroke.

“Where?” he growls, my lust-overloaded brain lost for a moment before I realize he’s asking where I want him to fuck me.

“On the left, end of the hallway,” I groan, tugging on his hair and looking him in the eye, any uncertainty blasted away by his presence. “Fuck me, Derrick.”

“God, yes,” he says, striding with me in his arms. His grip never loosens, and I feel secure in his arms as I lick down his neck, nibbling on the thick cord of muscles connecting to his shoulder. He groans, squeezing my ass and grinding my pussy against the hard ridge in his pants. “Fuck, Kat. I don’t think I can wait. I need to be inside you. I swear I’ll take care of you, but I need to feel you surrounding my cock.”

God, I want that too, and I mewl out my agreement as we reach my bedroom. He lays me down on my bed, moving down to taste my neck with licks and sucks and then to my nipples, hard with desire.

He swirls his tongue around before sucking my breast in deep, pulling draws. Shit, that’s new and awesome. He moans, the vibrations deep in his chest rumbling against me.

My body writhes in waves, my tits lifting for him to suck at me more, before I shudder and my pussy lifts, begging silently to be filled. It’s beyond my control as the surge of desire flows through me. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to have him inside me. “Derrick . . . I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me.”

Too soon, or maybe not soon enough, he lifts away, standing up to grab a condom from his back pocket before stripping naked. He’s even sexier standing in front of me, his skin tanned golden and his tattoos rippling over top of his muscles. Suddenly, he freezes, both of us fully able to take the other’s body in for the first time.

“My God, Kitty Kat. You’re even better in real life. I can’t wait to feel you.”

I spread my legs, letting him see, using my fingers to open up my labia just for him. “Derrick, fill me, please.”

I hear the begging plea in my voice, but I can’t even care right now because if he wanted me to, I’d damn sure get on my knees at his feet to beg and not feel a bit of guilt about it. He doesn’t seem to need it as he strokes his shaft a few times, opening the condom with his teeth and then rolling it on.

I watch, mesmerized, and slip my fingers down to play through my folds, relishing the way his eyes widen and lock onto my now-wet fingers.

Climbing onto my bed, Derrick grabs my hand. “That’s my job now, Kitty Kat. I’ve got you, but fuck, I need your taste on my tongue when I fuck you.” He lifts my coated fingers, inhaling my scent before licking and sucking them into his mouth. I moan, the thought of him tasting me on my own fingers doing strange things to my suddenly dirty mind. “That’s it, taste me.”