Dirty: Loving Him Against All Odds

by Christine Gray

  It seemed like forever, but the attack only lasted two minutes. He finally glanced up from his position to look at Trish. Her light brown eyes were glazed over with lust. Slowly, he licked each one of her pussy lips before he placed a light kiss on it, which caused a chill to run throughout her body. He slowly stood up and returned her panties back to their original position. He picked her up by the waist and placed her back on the ground. He backed away from her while he wiped his mouth with his open palm.

  “I think I like both sets,” he smiled, making reference to the comment she made in the car earlier.

  After she had said that, it had been the only thought he had been entertaining the entire time in the meeting.

  “Are you going to be able to make it the rest of the meeting?”

  “Says the guy with the rock hard dick that's about to bust his pants,” she pointed out.

  Brayden gripped his cock, repositioning it. He followed her with his eyes as she picked up her purse, then started to type something out on her phone.

  “You know I've teased myself into a corner, and the only way to get out is to fuck you,” Trish confessed with a wicked smile.

  She finished up on her phone, then strolled over to where he was leaning on the wall. She had no desire to fuck him in the nasty bathroom, but she had something else in mind.

  “I'm not going back into that meeting,” she informed him.

  Brayden tilted his head to the side.

  “Oh, and where are you going to be?”

  “With you, in the hotel down the street with my face down and my ass up.”

  He closed his eyes and bit down hard on his bottom lip as an image from her words sprung into his mind. He felt an electric shock run from his belly to the tip of his cock, making it jump. The sound of the door being unlocked caused his eyes to open. He pushed off the wall and walked over to her.

  “The way you have me feeling right now, I won't be nice,” he warned. He was in no mood for candles, hours of foreplay, and gazing into each other eyes. He was planning on sweating out that pretty blowout of hers once he got her into that room.

  “You promise,” she moaned while she took a firm grip of his cock, giving it a hard squeeze.

  “Let's go,” he replied through clenched teeth.

  He opened the door and gestured for her to walk out. Neither one cared about the looks they got when they both walked out of the same bathroom.

  “You guys can go on without the two of us,” he shouted down the hall at a group of members. “Where's the room?” he asked in a rush.

  “It's the W right down the road on Ivan Allen Blvd,” she responded quickly.

  They both speed-walked to the car. This time, he didn't walk her over to her side to open the door. Instead, he pushed the button to auto-start the car and already had the car in drive by the time she had gotten in. He sped through the parking lot, entered traffic on the busy highway, and quickly drove the 1.17 miles down the road to the hotel. He dropped her off in the front, and by the time he parked and walked back up, she had the room key.

  He waved the bell boy aside as they raced to the elevator. Trish waited until the door closed before she walked up behind Brayden and leaned against his back. He could see her reflection through the polished elevator doors as her hand snaked around his body to rub his dick. He reached down and held her hand in place until the doors opened. He shoved her off the lift, down the hall, and opened the door to the room, pushing her inside.

  She was on him as soon as he crossed the threshold. She pulled him against her, kissing him hard as she grinded her hips against his throbbing cock. He reached down, took her hands, and pinned them to the wall over her head with one hand. With his free right hand, he jerked up her dress in one quick movement and ran his hand along her thong that disappeared between legs. He wasn’t shocked to find the thin material was already drenched.

  “Let me play with it,” he ordered as he kicked them open wider with his right foot. “Now let's see how many fingers I can put in your pussy this time,” he whispered in her ear. “That's one. Dear Lord, you're so fucking hot and wet. Are you ready for two?” he moaned before he slid another one in. He closed his eyes as he felt his fingers slide in and out of her juicy cunt slowly.

  She shamelessly rode his fingers as he spoke heated words in her ear.

  “I’m going to stretch the shit out of this pussy. I know it’s been a long time for you, but all I’ve been dreaming about is smashing your cunt,” he grunted.

  She pulled her hands free. Her hands went straight to his leather belt and in a matter of seconds, she had his pants open. She slipped her hand into his slacks and freed his cock. He thrust his hips in time with hers as she massaged his entire length. She shoved him back to give her some room. She didn't get down on her knees, but instead she squatted down and began to lick his dick like a lollipop. His hand came up and cradled the back of her head while he pushed his dick into her mouth.

  “Fuck,” he groaned when she began to suck his dick with skill and in earnest. “That's it, Trish. Take it all in. Let me feel your throat. Oh fuck, slow down,” he panted.

  This time, she choked and began to gag. His grip on her head tightened when he felt her throat close around his cock, which sent waves of warm saliva down his cock to his nuts. For the first time, he noticed that the wall in front of them was one big mirror. He watched the reflection of the back of her head as it bobbed up and down on his dick. He bent his knees slightly and took charge as he forced his cock in and out of her open mouth over and over again. He held his cock by the root and withdrew from her mouth. He ran the velvety mushroom tip over her full lips.

  “Next time I'll cum in your mouth,” he promised.

  “That's fine with me cuz my jaw was starting to hurt anyway,” she joked while she stood back up.

  “I think something else is going to be hurting soon,” he replied while he tapped his dick on her stomach.

  “You talk a lot of shit, Bray, but I only see you standing there holding your wood,” she teased.

  Trish tugged her dress off, freed her breasts, and walked over to the bed still in her heels and thong. In a matter of seconds, he had stripped off of his clothes, to her surprise, when she glanced back over her shoulder. She sat on the bed. He walked toward her confidently across the dark hardwood floors. His body looked even better than she remembered it, if that was even possible. Every muscle in his body seemed to flex. She had never seen a man that had hard, deep cut lines at his hips, but somehow he had it. She reached into her purse again and brought out a foil packet before she tossed the bag on the nightstand.

  His one eyebrow went up as he took it from her outstretched hand.

  “You came ready, I see.”

  “But of course, I did,” she answered with a smirk.

  He knew later when he replayed it in his mind, he would see just how silly he was. However, the sight of her as she rolled over to get on all fours to offer him a clear path to her pussy bothered him. The thought of her doing the same thing with that asshole of an ex-husband caused a rage to well up in him. He wanted to fuck the memory of that man out of her. Brayden moved in a flash as he grabbed a fist full of her hair to turn her back around to receive his forceful kiss. She opened her mouth wide and tasted her juices from her body on his mouth.

  “I don't care who you did or what you did, but after tonight this pussy belongs to me,” he growled.

  He took a firm hold of her shoulders, turned her around, and shoved her forward onto the bed. The fact that she instantly came up on her hands and knees pleased him. He didn't pull her thong off; instead, he ripped the fabric from her body. Trish cried out from alarm and glanced back to get a glimpse of him. She watched him put the rubber pack in his mouth, open it, and slid it onto his hard shaft.

  “Turn around and put your face down,” he commanded. When she didn't move, he pushed the side of her head down onto the mattress as he entered her body with on hard thrust. “Goddamn,” he mumbled. He rested hi
s chest on her back while he rotated his hips, forcing her cunt open even wider. His hand traveled across her stomach to cup her hanging breasts. He pinched her nipple hard, which caused her to rock back on her knees.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, gripping the thick comforter.

  “I’m going to ride you like a bitch,” he informed her before he bit down on her shoulder.

  His pace was hard, deep, and punishing. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back and lifted her knees off the bed to meet his forward thrusts. It felt as if he was hitting every place in her body; his cock was so thick and long. He watched her ass ripple from every hard smack as their bodies collided. He traced one of her stretch marks to the crack of her ass. He bit down on his lip.

  “Your ass looks so good, I’m going to fuck it,” he stated. He passed his thumb over the tight hole and saw it clench even tighter.

  “Your pussy is trembling, Trish,” he grunted knowingly.

  He quickly withdrew and laid on his side. He pulled her next to him to lay on his arm with her back to his chest. He silenced her faint protest with a deep kiss while he lifted her leg to rest on his thigh. He knew from the amount of her thick, white cum that was on the condom that he wouldn’t have any problem penetrated the tight spot. He watched the expressions on her face as he encouraged her to relax while he began to penetrate her anus with his mushroom-shaped tip. His eyes followed the movement of her hand. She buried her fingers in her quivering center.

  “You miss my cock being in your pussy already?”

  “Yes,” she responded, fingering her cunt slowly.

  He glanced down at his cock. She had only taken half of his length, but he wasn’t going to enter her any more than that. He knew for her to enjoy what he was doing to her, he had to ensure she was at the peak of her desire. He moved her hand to replace it with his own strong fingers. He thrusted them in opposite timing of his dick. The double penetration was mind blowing to Trish. He rested his head in the nook of her neck, while he fought the mounting urge in him to shoot his load in the condom that was currently in her ass. Her high-pitched moans, pants, and words of desire were wreaking havoc on his self-control. She had turned out to be everything he had longed for and more. The way she opened herself to him, the way she pleasured him, the way she cried his name, it was more than he could have imagined. It was at that second that there was doubt in Brayden’s mind. He loved Trish.

  “Don’t tighten up,” he warned before he pulled out.

  He positioned himself between her legs to sit back on his knees. With a quick jerk, he removed the tainted condom. He brought his arms up under her thighs and forced them back, giving him more space for his thrusting hips. This time, he penetrated her slowly. He held her gaze. She reached up. Her soft hand touched his clenched jaw before it caressed his shoulder to his chest. She marveled at how his muscles flexed under her fingertips as he began to rise and fall.

  The skin on skin contact was like Heaven. His dick rubbed with ease in and out of her tight pussy. He had felt her cunt shutter and moisten a few times already, but now it was tightening in a way that he knew that she was building to her main climax. He shifted his hips and shortened his thrusts to hit that spot that he knew would make her scream out. Trish started bucking her hips to meet his downward movements. He bit down on his lip when he felt her nails dig into his back from her excitement. He had no doubt that she had broken the skin.

  “That's it...drench my dick with your cum.”

  He lowered his mouth and started to kiss her in the same rhythm of his strokes.

  She realized that it was the combination of his mouth and his cock moving in time that pushed her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a loud scream. Her release was so intense that her legs started to shake as the waves of pleasure overtook her.

  He waited for her to come back down from the mountain top. When he heard her breathing start to even out, he leaned up and positioned her legs on his shoulders, and over her head before he started pumping her cunt hard and deep. Trish let out another cry of pleasure and pain. Her eyes widened at the fact that she actually felt herself cumming again, this time with him. She couldn't even remember the last time she had back to back shuttering orgasms. She was still dazed minutes later as he picked up his undershirt to rub her belly clean of his hot cum.

  “Was I mistaken, or did you manage to sneak in another orgasm?” he inquired slyly.

  There was no way she was going to praise him on his fuckin’ amazing performance. Truthfully, she was still too shaken by the feelings he had invoked in her to comment.

  “I think that was just a delayed effect, Brayden,” she responded dryly.

  “Bullshit, that was a full-blown orgasm,” he chuckled.

  An awkward silence came into the room. She was suddenly self-conscious of her nakedness under his appraising gaze. In her mind, she listed out of the flaws of her thirty-seven-year-old body from her kinda firm stomach, to the light stretch marks on her upper thighs that connected to the ones on her ass. What was she supposed to do now? Should she start to get dressed, or should she remain in bed? Were they going to have sex again, or was he done? Could he even go for a second round? She stole a quick peek of his still hard cock. Did he want her at all? Sure, he had an orgasm; but that was a natural response to having sex. It didn’t mean that he actually enjoyed her. The thought of him dumping her after she just gave herself to him was a devastating thought she didn’t want to entertain. She rolled out of the bed. She hadn't considered the lingering tenderness from their activity. As soon as she got to her feet, she felt it. It took all her power to not let show it in her stride.

  But he noticed the difference in her gait. The way she walked with her legs slightly apart was all the proof he needed. He narrowed his eyes.

  “Why are you leaving me, Trish?

  “What do you mean? I’m just going to the—”

  “No,” he said, getting up to tower over her. “You left me the second you started questioning things in your mind,” he explained.

  She ran her hands through her hair and stared up at the ceiling, while she gathered the courage to tell him what she had been thinking.

  “I don’t know what to do. Do I lay there with you, or do I get dressed? Did you even enjoy it?” she finished. Her eyes touched his at last.

  He ran his thumb across her lips. “I didn’t know one person could be so damn blind. No, I don’t think you’re blind. You just can’t wrap your head around the thought that I want you.”

  He pulled her into his strong embrace. He pinned her with his gaze. For a very long time, he did nothing but pour himself into her eyes. She felt herself drowning in his gaze. Suddenly, his hot hand began to caress her back. She relaxed and sighed. She rested her head on his chest. She listened to the steady, loud tempo of his heart beats. Trish was amazed at the feel of his chest hair against her cheek. She traveled soft kisses over his hard pecs until she reached his tiny, light brown nipple. She encircled it with the tip of her tongue before she started to suck on it. The sound he made from the pleasure she caused in him gave her a strength she had never experienced.

  “What are you doing, Sweetheart?”

  “I’m letting you know what I want,” she breathed against his chest.

  Brayden forced her head up to look at her.

  “What do you want?”

  The raw emotion that was spoken in those four words caused the air to leave her lungs in a loud rush. There was no denying the hope that she saw in the depths of his eyes. The hope that she would say that it was him that she wanted. That all the other bullshit that had kept her from falling head over heels for him didn’t matter. She reached up, cupped his handsome face with her hands, and lowered his head until his forehead touched hers. She stared unblinkingly into his eyes.

  “I want you, Brayden.”

  His arms tightened, crushing her.

  “Say it again,” he whispered.

  “I want you,” she said breathlessl
y.

  “Again,” he spoke against her full lips.

  “I only want you, Brayden.”

  “Jesus,” he moaned.

  He closed his eyes. She felt the strong shiver rock his body from the effects of her confession.

  “Let's get cleaned up,” he suggested.

  Not taking no for an answer, he walked her into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.

  Trish eyed the see-through shower and tried to come up with an excuse for not getting in with him. His dick was still hard and she was sure he was leading up to a round two.

  “I really shouldn’t. I just got my hair done. The steam will mess it up,” she informed him, hoping that that was a good enough excuse.

  He walked out of the bathroom and returned with the plastic bag that was used for dirty laundry. “Problem solved,” he smiled.

  He waited until she covered her hair before he got in. He reached out his hand, pulled her into the shower, and closed the glass door behind her.

  She closed her eyes and relaxed against his body. His hands snaked around her to nettle and massage her breasts.

  “I thought we were in here to wash up?” she reminded him.

  “Hmm…I only said that to get you in here with me,” he whispered in her ear. She smiled when he began to suck on her earlobe.

  He felt Trish stiffen when he lifted her leg and rubbed the tip of his cock along her opening.

  “Just one more time. I need to feel you one more time,” he begged while he penetrated into her body, only to stop at the sound of her pain. He instantly dropped her leg and turned her around to face him.

  “I’m sorry. I knew that you were sore, but I didn’t know I had done that much damage,” he remarked seriously.

  He lowered his head and kissed her to stop her from talking. His hands ran down her wet body to grip her ass. He lifted her off the shower floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. He opened his mouth wide and took one breast after another into his mouth to suckle.