Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,108

to soldier on and get ready, despite what I’m doing. It only opens her up more, though, and I reach around and cup her breasts in my hands.

“You knew when you put this dress on, what it would do to me.” It’s the same one she got during our Pretty Woman date. It’s not an accident she’s wearing it. I lobbied the local theater down the road for two months to do a screening of the movie just so I could take Mary. Had to do two different PI gigs for them before they’d say yes.

To me, it’s a win win, even if my services took way longer than the work they had to do.

I watch every one of her reactions in the mirror as I pinch her hard nipples through the fabric. She’s worried about showing up late; she has to be on time for everything, always. But I always win.

“I’ll call the damn theater and tell them to push the time back if I have to. I want inside you, now.”

“Oh my gosh.” She exhales heavily as she says it.

I love how innocent she still is, even when she stays the night almost every night, and not one of those nights goes by where she doesn’t get off all over my face.

The last three months have been the happiest I’ve ever been, and the reason is right in front of me.

“Dom,” she whispers. “We really don’t have time.”

“You got the name right. That’s exactly what’s about to happen.”

I spin her around, hard, and plow my lips into hers. Every time I see her, there’s a hunger there, a thirst that can’t be satisfied until I’ve devoured her. I want her all the time. Not just for sex. I want her to talk to, share my day with, tell every secret my heart holds. I keep nothing from her, always bare, completely exposed, and I live without any fear because she accepts me and loves me for everything I am, and everything I’ve ever been.

I don’t think people know the kind of freedom that comes with that. It’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received. Some people still look at me and probably question my faith, but Mary Patrick is absolute proof to me that God exists, and I’ll always be in His debt for it.

He always comes first for us, but after Him, I worship the ground this woman’s feet walk on. She showed me what love truly is, despite my sins, despite anything I do wrong, they accept me, and they love me, unconditionally.

Mary’s lips taste like the mint gum she chewed earlier, and I want to swallow her whole. My cock aches for her and won’t stop until I have her.

With one hand, I yank the zipper down the back of the dress and watch it pool around her feet, the same way I did the first time in the hotel room, the first time I ever took her and made her mine.

I place a palm on her cheek and look her up and down, bare in front of me except for the thin material of her panties. My eyes pierce hers. “You are mine.”

She nods as I watch the pulse quicken on her neck. I’ve spent the last three months learning everything about her, from who she is, what she wants from me in our relationship, and also, what turns her on. What she wants in the bedroom, so that I can provide everything she’ll ever need.

I must say, what she enjoys in the bedroom has surprised even me a little. Despite how well put together she may be, how strong her faith is, Mary loves to experiment sexually. She’s seriously everything to me. I’ll die giving her whatever she wants—I’ll give her the whole world if she asks for it.

“Are you wet?”

She exhales a light gasp and nods. “Yes.”

My hand wraps around her neck, and I glare right at her. “Show me.”

Her hand slides down between her legs, and I follow it with my eyes. It disappears into her panties, and she rubs back and forth. Her light moans land in my ears, and my cock hardens even more. I stare at the fabric of her panties, knowing it’s the only thing separating me from what I want. What I need.

Her hand comes out and slides up my chest. I can already feel her wetness trailing up my skin, but it’s not enough.

“See?”

“Not. Enough. I said show me, Mary.”

She holds her hand up in front