Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,58
the room. The sting radiates up my spine and funnels straight between my legs. It might be the greatest pain I’ve ever felt in my life.
I gasp and nod and I think I’m smiling.
He spanks me again, a little harder, and I wince this time, then smile again. “Couldn’t hear you.”
He sounds like he’s really enjoying himself.
“God yes,” I blurt out.
His hand slides from my throat, and his finger trails along my neck. His warm breath lands in my ear, and he says, “Who knew Mary was so dirty?”
His filthy mouth, his hands, everything… I don’t remember if I’ve ever felt this satisfied in my life.
“I want you again.”
I feel him grin against my ear. “Tell me.”
“What?” I try to turn around and face him, but his hand grips the back of my neck and keeps me facing forward.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
Oh. My. God.
“Please,” I whisper-gasp.
“Say it. Say the exact words.”
I know I keep saying it, but Rick keeps taking this to the next level and I think he’s doing it on purpose, slowly building to a crescendo, because I’ve seriously never been so turned on in my life. I mean it this time.
“Fuck me.” Wetness runs down my thighs the second the words leave my mouth.
“Say it again. Tell me what you want.”
I strain back against his hand, trying to stare him right in the eye, and I fight through his hold to do it, so that our eyes lock. I glare right at him because I might die if he’s not inside me soon.
Our eyes lock.
“I want you to fuck me.”
His hand tightens back down on my neck, and he turns my head and shoves it down against the mattress.
Before I can process the spanking and being forced to talk dirty, Rick pushes into me from behind, and my eyes roll back in my head. This is way better than him on top. I’ve definitely never had sex this way before, and it instantly becomes my favorite.
Rick’s hand slides into my hair, and he balls it into a fist in his hand. His hips crash into me over and over, the sounds of our wet skin smacking together echoing around the room.
I didn’t realize how loud I could be, but my moans bounce off the walls and land in my ears.
He’s definitely more forceful this time, and this is so much better than slow sex.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Mary.”
His filthy mouth is going to do me in. I try to grin when he says it, but he slams into me again and my thighs start to quiver, and another low moan comes from deep in my throat.
Without thinking, the words just naturally fly, and I say, “It’s not mine, it’s yours, remember?”
The second I say that, Rick groans, loud, and he pushes down on my shoulder blades, so my chest is pressed down to the mattress, but my butt is still up in the air. The way he’s angled hits my spot just right, and I can feel the orgasm building where we’re connected.
“So. Fucking. Tight. I’m so close.” His words come with each thrust, and his hand slides around my hip and he strokes my clit again. “Come for me again, Mary. Come on my dick.”
Don’t mind if I do.
“Okay.” I nod and pant out the word.
I already know the way he’s pounding into me, walking might be difficult tomorrow. But right now, I do not care one bit. I could live in this moment forever, and I want him to feel as good as I do. I want to know what it’s like when Rick has an orgasm inside me, even if he’s wearing a condom. I want to know I can drive him as crazy as he drives me.
He angles himself again, using some kind of Rick magic, and I’m done for. My whole body shakes, trembling uncontrollably, and I start to wonder if he’s turned me into an epileptic. I have no control over my body every time he gets me off.
Just as I clamp down, Rick grunts. And I don’t mean just any grunt—it’s a primal, we’ve-gone-back-ten-thousand-years-in-evolution grunt. I think he just reverted back to a caveman, with one purpose in life; to keep the species alive.
Right when I hit the peak of my orgasm, Rick drills into me, far deeper than he’s been all night, because of the new angle. His balls smack up against my clit, and I can feel him pulsing inside me as he unloads into