Dirty Deeds (Get Dirty 3)

He winks at me. I know a kiss between us could easily turn passionate and keep us in this bed all night, but we likely do need to get a move on. I don’t know if Shane’s burner phone could be tracked, but sitting around probably isn’t the best idea.

I scoot up the bed slightly to reach him with puckered lips, but he pulls me astride him in one quick swoop instead. I gasp, laughing a little. “Whoa . . . hey! You said a quick kiss.”

My center brushes against his washboard abs, and I can’t help but circle my hips a little, the warm prodding of his morning wood standing proud behind me giving me naughty thoughts, even if it is late afternoon. “This does not feel like a quick kiss.”

Shane mock-growls, pressing his hips up into me and adding to the sensation as his stiffy nestles between my cheeks and we both hum happily. “I didn’t say quick. I said a kiss.”

He’s teasing, but the gravel in his voice sends jolts to my core. I swirl my hips again, letting him feel the heat and wetness he’s building in me, and the tingle runs up my body to make me whimper. Shane grabs behind my neck, pulling me down to meet his mouth in a punishing kiss, his tongue licking along the seam of my lips, demanding entry.

With a moan, I grant him access, twisting my tongue with his, needing more. Forget the time. Forget the miles we need to roll. Fifty miles or whatever aren’t going to make a huge difference. What is going to make a difference is the huge hardness pressing against my butt that I need inside me again. I lift my hips, trying to impale myself on his dick, but he stills my movements with strong hands on my thighs.

Breaking our kiss, he looks up, his chest heaving in the space between us. “Fuck, Angel. You’re killing me. We really do need to leave. Tonight, I promise.”

I whimper, hips pumping in the air as I try to push back. I can nearly feel the heat of his head against my lips. “We can be fast.”

His dick jumps at my words, the tip touching my soaked lips, and we both groan. “Shane.”

I’m pleading, something I would swear I’d never do, but right now, I need him filling me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

With a growled curse, he pulls me down hard, sliding into my wet core easily and pumping fast and deep. “You want my cock, Maggie?” he asks in between each hard thrust. “We’re in fucking danger. You get that, right? But all you want is my cock, isn’t it?”

I throw my head back, my nails digging into his chest leaving little half-moons where I grab for purchase. I drop my hips in time with him, our bodies meeting in slaps that shake me to the very center of my body. “God, yes. Shane, fill me up. I want it.”

I want it . . . and I want so much more. I know we’re not being logical, and I’m normally a very safe girl.

But any concerns I might have are obliterated as Shane smacks my ass hard, the sound ringing out in the quiet room. “Such a bad girl. I said a kiss and look what you’ve done to me, Angel. I can’t help but give you everything you want.”

I cry out, the thickness inside me and the heat on my ass getting me so close to the edge. “I love being bad. With you. For you. You just feel so good inside me . . .”

The honesty in my words make Shane surge even harder, thicker. He thrusts powerfully, slamming deep in my core and I cry out. “Ahhh . . . Yesss . . .”

Shane groans. “That’s it. Show me how your good girl pussy can take me like a bad girl. My bad girl.”

It doesn’t take long, my cries mixing with Shane’s continued dirty words until I scream, clamping down around his hips. “I’m coming . . . God . . . Shane!”

Shane jackhammers into me, holding my hips still and forcing me to take his punishing thrusts as I spasm in his hands, the waves washing over me. “That’s right, come on my cock. Squeeze that tight pussy and milk me. I’ll give you everything you want.”

I tense my muscles in time to his strokes, and he groans, losing the rhythm as I feel his hot cum filling me. I take over, slowly rolling my hips up and down to take him, coating him with a mixture of our orgasms and pulling every last drop from him as he shudders. It’s warm, intense, and I feel emotions bubbling up inside me even as I feel the first drop of his cum squeeze out of my pussy to roll back down his shaft.