Grit And Grind (Dirty South Book 1)

by Kat Addams

  He slipped another finger inside and another. He pushed them in as deep as he could until I squirmed. I needed to feel him inside me.

  “Oh, good girl. Such a good girl. You’re so fucking wet. But you still need more spankings. You’ve been bad, very bad with your pretend birthday. I think you’ll need extra punishment for that,” he growled and continued to slap my ass.

  I had the full twenty-nine spankings and then some. By the time he was done, I was ravenous.

  “Mmm … I like that.” He dipped his fingers into me again and found out just how turned on he had made me. He thrust them into me harder and then gently. Back and forth, back and forth until my hips dug into his thighs and my legs started to twitch uncontrollably.

  “Are you ready for me, Liz?” he asked as he kept working his fingers inside me. His other hand rubbed the stinging tingle that still lingered on my ass cheeks.

  “Yes, please, Mr. Jones.” I bit my lip and practically bucked on his lap. I had been ready for this before I even left my house.

  “Good girl.”

  He pulled me to my feet and bent me over the couch, on my knees. My hands were still tied behind my back. I could hear him rip the condom open behind me while his pants hit the floor. I braced myself, remembering just how thick his bulge was in my hand.

  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

  I felt his hands on my hips first. His fingertips dug into my flesh as he grabbed me hard and pulled me back and straight into his cock. I gasped as he slid right inside me, stretching me out.

  Whoa.

  My eyes crossed. Thankfully, I was turned around, and he couldn’t see the goofy look that spread across my face.

  “Oh damn,” I said as my body trembled.

  His hands left my hips as he reached for my hair, gathered it in his fist, and pulled it tightly. His other hand reached around to find my clit as he drove himself into me hard.

  “I want you to come for me, Liz. But not until I say you can, okay? Otherwise, more spankings.”

  I could only nod and whimper, as I was already holding myself back.

  “That’s my girl.”

  He slammed into me harder. My hair was still wrapped around his wrist as he turned my neck, so I could watch him. His lip parted in little grunts each time he slowly dived into me.

  “Look at me. Don’t you close your eyes. Look straight into mine. I want you to come for me. Don’t look away, or we’ll stop and start all over.” His hand smacked my ass hard again, making me gasp.

  Really? Is that the worst punishment he can think of?

  I wished I could start a million times over, but this right now was just too fucking good to stop.

  He reached around to flicker his fingers against my clit. I made sure my eyes didn’t leave his even though my eyes felt like they were about to roll into the back of my head.

  I wouldn’t dare disobey Mr. Jones. Hell no. Not right now anyway. Not while he was doing the thing … all the things … and doing them oh-so damn well.

  I started to moan louder. I could feel myself begin to lose control. My hips pushed back into him, rolling against his fingers, his cock. He sensed I was close, and he drove himself into me even deeper. I cried out as he growled behind me.

  “That’s it, my sweet girl. Come for me. Let me feel that pussy of yours throb on my dick. I’m going to make you sing for me this time.”

  And … I lost it. I didn’t think I had ever moaned so loud in my life. I could probably be heard over the band outside. I might as well have been singing opera. I hit high notes I hadn’t even known I had in me. I was going to walk out of this room, and everyone would clap in a standing ovation for the howling woman in the back.

  “Fuck,” he said as my body spasmed around him. His cock jumped inside of me with one last deep push before he collapsed into me, and I collapsed into the couch.

  We caught our breath as we both grew as limp as dishrags.

  “Happy pretend birthday, Liz.” He kissed the back of my neck and untied my hands.

  “Thanks, Mr. Jones.” I giggled, still breathing heavy. My knees trembled as I tried to stand up and wobbled, falling back down to the couch.

  “Let me help you.” He laughed as he pulled me up and held me steady. “You okay?”

  “More than okay,” I said, getting ahold of myself. “I needed that.”

  “So did I! You’re amazing, Liz. So damn amazing,” he said as he knelt down and helped me slip my panties back on.

  My hands steadied myself on his shoulders, so I wouldn’t tip over again. I watched him get dressed, thinking of how I’d just lived the fantasy of probably every woman who had been in this bar tonight.

  “Come on, my little limp noodle. Let’s get you back to your friend.” He offered his arm to me.

  “I think if I tried, I could probably float out of here,” I replied.

  Our giggles were lost in the noise around us as we opened the door and headed back out toward the bar.

  The look on Jess’s face as she saw us walk back was priceless. A mixture of amusement, shock, curiosity, and pride danced across her mischievous smile.

  “Well, thanks for bringing her back in one piece, Jason!” she said as she elbowed me and smiled. “You ready to go? Luke will be here in a minute.”

  I noticed a look of confusion cross Jason’s face.

  “Her husband, Luke, picks us up, so we don’t have to Uber. He likes to make sure we’re safe.”

  “Sounds like a perfect gentleman. And a lucky man to have you two to entertain him, I’m sure.”

  “You’ve no idea!” Jess laughed.

  If Jason had any idea, he would probably run the other way.

  “The best kind of trouble, right?” Jason grinned and pulled out his phone. “I would love to get in trouble with you again, Liz, if you would like that? You know, for your real birthday shenanigans or just a regular Tuesday night. Whatever.”

  How can I resist that smile? That voice? Those biceps? That cock?

  “Should I store your number under Mr. Jones then?” I teased.

  Jess watched us exchange numbers, eyebrows raised so high that she would need Botox for a year.

  “Such a good girl.” He leaned down to kiss my forehead.

  A forehead kiss—that wasn’t just a one-night stand kind of thing. That was a boyfriend-girlfriend type of thing.

  What is he thinking? Did he not get the memo? We just had hot sex. Only hot sex! He can’t go doing romantic stuff like that! That would lead way to the feels … yikes!

  I couldn’t have that. I promised myself no feels until I hit thirty—at least. But that was a year away—or actually less. I didn’t like to think about my biological clock ticking. It stressed me out.

  “Come on, good girl. We gotta get going.” Jess pulled at my arm and led me out of there.

  I knew she was ready to hear all about it.

  I said a quick good-bye and followed her out the door. I could feel his eyes still on me as I hobbled away.

  Am I walking funny? I hated it when people watched me walk away. It made my legs not work properly.

  I still felt a tremble in my knee and a throb in my panties as I unintentionally sashayed out the door.