Dirty Deals by Nicole James Page 0,38
I do. The hunter in his eye makes my belly flip with the thrill.
My God, this man is so absurdly hot, so damned gorgeous. I know as president of this MC, all he has to do is reach out and take whatever he wants. No doubt he’s accustomed to having it thrown at him at every turn.
His gaze wanders down my body, then slowly drags back up again and desire slicks warm and slow through my veins. That fluttery feeling that only a man can induce thrums through my senses. He makes me feel things I haven’t felt in longer than I care to remember. Dangerous things.
He lifts his chin to my panties. “Take off the G-string. Let me see that gorgeous pussy framed by that garter. That’s how I want to fuck you—with those stockings and heels on and nothing else.”
My pulse kicks up a notch, and I feel my body flush. I suddenly feel light headed and breathless. A moment later, his strong arms catch me around the waist, taking my weight.
“I’ve got you, angel.” He lays me down on the bed, and the room rights itself. I clutch at his neck and drag his face down to mine, taking his mouth with a desperate kiss. He complies, kissing me like he’ll never stop.
He cups my breast with his big palm and squeezes, then brushes his thumb back and forth across my nipple faster and faster until I had to have his mouth there. I pull his head to my breast, and he latches onto my nipple, sucking hard.
I almost detonate right then and there, arching up, my mouth falling open. “Yes. Yes. Oh, God what you do to me.”
He plays and toys with both, giving them equal attention until I’m writhing. I know I’m drenched when he reaches for the little bow ties at my hips and slowly pulls them free.
He whistles. “So goddamn beautiful.”
He hooks a finger under one garter strap and snaps it, and I jump… then giggle. He smiles at me and glides down my body, his mouth on my pussy at last. The man has a magic tongue, and I lay back and enjoy all the ways he uses it, driving me higher and higher. He adds his fingers, driving inside me, while his thumb takes up its ministrations on my clit.
“Play with your nipples,” he orders, and I’m helpless to refuse him anything. I do it, pinching and twisting, moaning in need.
“Don’t stop,” he growls as he torments my clit and that spot deep inside me with his skilled fingers.
“Make me come, Rusty. Please.”
“Been waitin’ for you to ask, Hot Rod.”
He amps up his strokes, and I explode, crying out.
When I float back to reality, he pulls his fingers free, and I feel empty. I want him to fill me. I grab his face in my hands.
“Take me. Hard. Please.”
He rises and flips me over, yanking and moving me around the bed with ease until he has me how he wants me. My arms outstretched, up on my knees, with my ass in the air.
I wait like that, desperate for his touch, anticipation stringing my nerves tight. I bury my face in the mattress, eager and impatient.
I feel his finger slide under the garter strap that runs down my ass cheek. He pulls and snaps it, making me jump. I’m so wet, but at that sting another gush of wetness flows from me. He slides his fingers in the wetness.
“That’s my good girl. So fucking wet and ready for me. I love how your body trembles with need. Maybe I’ll keep you like this all night.
“Baby, please.”
“You do beg so sweetly, though.” His face brushes against me, and I feel his tongue plunge deep in my pussy.
I stutter in a breath and push against him, wanting more, always more. He’s got me strung so tight I don’t know how much I can take.
“Don’t move,” he orders, and I’m helpless at his command.
He licks and laps and takes his fill, toying with me, knowing he’s drawing out my desire until I’m so hungry for him I’m quivering. I feel my legs shaking, and with every movement of my body, my sensitive nipples drag across the coverlet, sending another zing of excitement through my body.
Finally, I hear the foil pouch crinkle, and I know I won’t have much longer to wait. His warm hand cups my hipbone, and the head of his dick slides through my wetness, circling my clit. I practically hump it,