A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,15

fell free and I growled under my breath.

They were full, her rosy nipples puckered tight, aching for some love from Shane.

I lowered my head and Lita grabbed it with both hands and pulled me down with force.

She arched her back and groaned.

My mouth tried to keep up as she moved her chest left to right.

God, I loved when a woman knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to show it…

Just as I thought that, Lita moved her hands down to my ass and pulled at me.

Wanting me inside her.

I pressed forward, breaking her delicate seal, feeling her engulfing me…

I pulled away from her right breast with my teeth, making her cry out.

Before she could stop making noise, I quickly kissed her.

Just like before.

Slow. Deep.

Just like my cock.

Fucking slow… fucking deep…

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LITA

When he started to come, I shut my eyes and pulled myself against his body and bit at his chest.

Buried deep inside me, throbbing, making me come at the same time…

I hated Shane but appreciated his cock.

Who the fuck just shows up from a strip club thinking they’re going to fuck me?

Shane.

Who’s the one that let him fuck me?

Me.

I put my head back and groaned as Shane lowered me down to the bed.

He kissed my neck and slowly fucked me for a few more seconds.

It wasn’t much of an encore, but I didn’t need one.

The main event was more than enough.

He said he was going to fuck me so I’d forget about you-know-who.

And it worked.

Only when we were fucking though.

Shane eased his way from my body and I grabbed at the sheets as I felt a warm gush between my legs.

All over Maggie’s bed.

Her sheets were messed up. The pillows disorganized.

Oh well.

Shane jumped off the bed and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a drink.

I took a few seconds to admire the rock star’s perfect body.

Chiseled with muscle, laced with tattoos, screaming that bad boy look so effortlessly.

And he didn’t care what anyone thought of him.

“See you later, beauty,” he said.

He turned and walked toward the bedroom door.

Still fully naked.

“What are you doing?” I called out.

“Taking a shower,” he said. “Join me.”

He left the bedroom and found the bathroom.

I was naked from the waist down. My legs shaking from my muscles feeling gooey from the orgasms.

Yes, that’s plural. Holy shit.

My shirt and bra were still pushed up.

Which wasn’t all that comfortable.

My bra pushed down on my boobs, making them hurt.

I wrestled my girls back into place and climbed out of the bed.

I noticed Shane’s shirt on the floor and traded mine for his.

That meant ditching both my shirt and bra.

His shirt was long enough that I didn’t need to get dressed.

Score.

I grabbed the rest of our clothes and tried my best to make Maggie’s bed look fine again.

I made sure to leave the bedroom door open though.

The room stunk like whiskey and rock star sex.

Believe me, rock stars fucked in a much different way than other guys did.

I tossed my clothes into my bedroom and then took Shane’s stuff to the living room and dropped it on the floor.

I couldn’t believe this guy.

To just show up… make a move… then he just walks away to take a shower like it’s his apartment…

Everything about Shane was the opposite of what I would ever want. Who the hell wants a pain in the ass rock star that smokes, drinks, and just does whatever he wants, when he wants?

Oh, yeah… I do.

Shane walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but jeans.

Smoking a cigarette.

“There’s no smoking in here,” I said.

“Why? Nothing bad is happening. The place didn’t explode or anything.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

He took one more hearty drag off the cigarette and then walked it to the kitchen.

The smell of the cigarette smoke hung in the air as Shane came into the living room.

“I see you have my shirt,” he said.

“Want it back?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Take it off. Right now. Let me see what’s under that shirt again.”

“You got your look,” I said. “I’m keeping this shirt.”

“Souvenir,” he said. “Works for me. So did I make you forget him?”

I curled my lip. “Why does it matter? What is this? I’m not some woman you can just come and fuck when you feel like it, okay? What just happened… I wanted it. That was all me. Not you.”

“Whatever you say,” he said. “You used me. I used you. However you want to paint the picture, at the end of the day, I came. That’s all I care about.”

“You know what, Shane? You can leave.”

He