Dirty Deeds (Irresistible 3)

Once I knew she felt good, I helped myself to her body. I circled my arms around her and dipped her backwards, hugging her little waist to my chest as I pushed her full tits into my mouth. I was fucking fixated on them. That much was for sure. I’d always been an ass man but Aly’s tits were my weakness. I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t bother being quiet as I licked them all over and sucked her nipples between my lips.

“Emmett,” Aly gasped as I repositioned her, laying her on her back without releasing her from my mouth or slipping an inch from her pussy. She shuddered underneath me, wrapping her legs around my back and grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as I took over the top. “You don’t have to hold back,” she panted breathlessly. “I can take more.”

Fuck, that alone was enough to make my dick twitch in her pussy. From my rolling pace, I went to pumping faster inside her.

“More,” Aly murmured, digging her fingers into my ass and pulling me deeper into her pussy.

Holy fucking hell.

She was so small and delicate underneath me, her pussy wrapped so tight around my cock. It felt like I could break her yet here she was, urging me to fuck her harder.

“Tell me how that feels,” I rasped against her neck as I felt her pussy clenching tight around me. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes… I think I…” She cut herself off with a breathless moan that made my dick jerk inside her.

“Do it. Come for me, baby.”

Gripping her hips, I plunged deep inside her, filling her with every inch of my cock. Her heels dug into my lower back as I grinded tight against her clit, letting myself drown in all the breathy, sexy, fucking addicting sounds of her pleasure. I knew already I was hooked on them. I wanted to collect every little one of them.

Though I knew the three words she gasped next would always be by far my favorite.

“I’m coming, Emmett.”

The muscles in my glutes burned as I pounded inside her, bringing us both to the edge. Her pussy clenched like a vise around me, and I could’ve sworn right there that I’d never felt so damned good in my life.

But then my name poured from her lips as she came all over my cock.

And just like that, I had a new standard for what it meant to feel good.

19

EMMETT

I was pretty sure I hadn’t dreamt holding Aly against my chest while sleeping last night.

But I couldn’t be sure because by the time I woke up, she was gone. My bedroom door was slightly open and clearly, Ozzy had come in sometime this morning because now he chewing on a tennis ball in his bed next to the window.

“Dammit,” I muttered to myself when I looked at the clock. It was a quarter past ten, which meant Aly had left for work more than four hours ago.

Flopping on my back again, I thrust my hands in my hair, groaning out something that was half-frustration, half-leftover bliss. I wished that I’d woken up in time to catch Aly – but I also wasn’t going to complain about anything this morning.

Not when I’d had the best night of my life last night.

The only giveaway that it wasn’t a dream was the fact that the T-shirt I’d given Aly to sleep in last night still smelled like her. I couldn’t help bringing it with me to the bathroom, briefly holding it to my lips and breathing in her sweet scent.

It was fucking intoxicating. It made me want to drop everything, hop in my truck and drive right to where she was. I was still so drunk off of her that I wouldn’t think twice about walking in her restaurant, bending her over the counter and fucking another screaming orgasm out of those beautiful lips. I needed to taste her skin. I needed to hear those sweet fucking sounds again.

Of course, doing all that in front of everyone at work would probably break at least a couple laws, so I reined in my urges and jacked it in the shower.

The pressure built up faster than ever as I relived last night. Remembering her moans made my balls churn hard, and one thought of what she said about fitting my cock in her pussy and I was down for the count. My palm pulsed against wet tile and my head fell back as I pumped out two thick jets of cum I could easily picture glistening on Aly’s stomach.

Fuck. Jacking off was supposed to help me control my urges but apparently, when it came to Aly, it just started me up again.

I was ready to go for round two. I definitely had more than enough hot memories to work off of, but I could hear my phone ringing off the hook on my nightstand so finishing up in the shower, I turned off the faucet and forced myself to hop out.

When I got back to my room, I found three missed calls on my phone.

One from Britt. Two from Mom. I called Mom back first.