His Dirty Girl

by Winter Sloane

  Rob rests his hands on my cheek, and before I can lean into his touch, he kisses me. The world falls away. He’s fire, and I’m oxygen. Rob runs his hands all over my body, and I hook my hands into his belt loops, eliminating any space between us.

  When he pulls away, he’s smiling. “I planned on giving this to you later, but now’s a good time, too.”

  Rob extracts a shiny metal object from his back pocket. A silver key gleams in his palm. I let out a shaky laugh.

  “It’s that what I think it is?” It’s not just the key to his apartment. I’m practically living there anyway, since I spend most nights at his place. It’s also the key to his heart.

  “I made a copy right after we both played sick for a day,” he says without a beat. “I was just waiting for the right moment to give it to you.”

  Laughing, I swipe the key and wrap my arms around his neck. “Yes, baby. I’ll move in with you.”

  ****

  Rob

  I keep two steps shy from Maddie as she waltzes to the front door of our apartment. I don’t like the distance because I like to keep my beautiful girl close. Tonight’s brush off with Dick triggered my protective instincts, and I can’t stray far from Maddie. I know my girl’s tough, but I don’t regret breaking that asshole’s nose.

  Knowing Maddie’s following up on the harassment investigation against Dick, I’m pretty sure Dick’s not going to be able to keep his job for long. On my end, Alison wisely backed off and our lawyers are doing all the talking. I don't care if she gets the beach house as long as she never makes an appearance in our lives again.

  There’s a click as Maddie uses her key. She’s been wearing a grin on her face ever since I gave her a copy.

  She’s light to my darkness, order to the chaotic howling mess of my old life. I resist the urge to bring her close and relieve the ache in my dick. I lock the door as she gasps, probably seeing the dining table.

  “Rob, is all this for me?” she asks, approaching the table.

  I took some time off work to make the preparations. She fingers the checkered tablecloth and studies the matching cutlery. The roast is in the oven, ready for reheating. So are the vegetables.

  She sniffs the air, eyes twinkling. “Something smells good.”

  I tail her to the kitchen. Her eyes go wide as she bends down to peer at the roast. Seeing her skirt rising up at the movement and her perfect rounded ass teasing me breaks my control. I slip behind her and give her ass cheeks a squeeze. She squeaks, standing back up.

  “I think I want dessert first,” I tell her.

  She gets my meaning. Turning, she gives my erection a squeeze, and I groan.

  “What about dinner?” she asks, but I know my baby wants dessert, too.

  “We can reheat the main course anytime.”

  She pursed her lips. “Is that on purpose?”

  I spin her by the shoulders so she’s leaning against the counter. The surface is bare and clean, ripe for this moment. Setting my hands on her waist, I sit her on the surface.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes in my opinion, baby,” I drawl.

  Her sexy laughter turns me inside out. “You, too.”

  I move in close and watch her slender fingers unbutton my shirt. With haste, I take off my suit jacket and work on hers. Once her blouse is gone, I lick my lips at the sight of her white lace bra, her current favorite and my gift to her a week ago.

  I reach over, unclasping it to bare her luscious breasts. “Yummy,” I remark, pinching her left nipple, the one where I left a bite mark this morning.

  She moans, pulling her thighs together, but I place a hand between her legs and shake my head.

  “I want you to show me how wet you are for me, baby.”

  She unzips her skirt, and I slide the silk fabric down her hips, finally tossing it with the pile of clothes on the floor. I smirk. Maddie’s not wearing anything underneath. She didn’t go out today with her pussy bare though, but I instructed her an hour ago to take her panties off.

  “Dirty girl,” I murmured, parting her thighs so I can see her wet and tempting folds. “Is your pussy hungry for my cock?”

  She gasps when I push a finger into her cunt. I add a second and feel her inner muscles clenching hard. Fuck. I can’t wait to sink my dick into her warm sheath. I press a hand on her belly, urging her to lie back down. Maddie quirks an eyebrow, but obeys. Kneeling, my mouth is directly on her pussy. The counter’s the perfect height.

  Keeping her thighs apart, I push a tongue between her puffy lips. She claws at the marble surface, nails making a scratching sound. Maddie sounds like a cat in heat, but fuck, that turns me on. I lap at her honey, savoring the taste of her in my mouth. I flick back and forth, teasing her.

  “Rob,” she begs, and I tongue-fuck her.

  She squirms, but my hands keep her in place. I drag my tongue lower, reaching her pert little asshole.

  “Not there.” She says one thing, but her body says another.

  “Baby, this pink little cunt and this tight little asshole are mine. Every inch of you belongs to me.” Stating the truth makes me hard as fuck.

  “God, Rob, when you’re like this, it’s so hot,” she murmurs.

  I circle her puckered hole with my tongue, before pushing in. Tonight, I intend to claim both her holes and fill them with my cum. I continue with the task, teasing her to the brink, but not allowing her to come. I know how much she enjoys orgasm denial, knowing the aftershocks will be more intense later on.

  “Rob, I can’t,” she whispers.

  I know she’s close. At this rate, so am I. I get back to my feet and take off my trousers and boxers. She sits back up, licking her lips at the sight of my dick.

  “Arms around me, beautiful girl,” I command. She obeys, and I push my dick into her waiting entrance. I go slow, testing both our resolves.

  “Cruel bastard,” she moans the words against my ear, nails raking my back.

  “You love it,” I answer back.

  I make my way steadily inside her, until my balls brush against her mound.

  “I love you.”

  God, but my woman knows the right words to say.

  Gripping her ass, I began to thrust in and out of her. I fuck her faster, deeper, and she growls into my ear. I fucking enjoy the way her tits slap against my chest, how a deep moan builds from the center of her body.

  It’s not long now, before I fill her pussy with my jizz. Maddie throws her head back when I changes angle and hit her sweet spot.

  My next push sends her over the edge. She rakes her nails down my back as her pussy muscles convulses around my dick. I release her mouth to hear her scream out my name. Maddie, her eyelids fluttering, her pupils all blown out and her mouth slightly parted, is the most beautiful thing in the world.

  She forms a small smile as I slide in and out of her a few more times, before shooting my load inside her. Growling, I grip her close, tangling my fingers into her hair. She buries her head into my chest. For those cloying moments, we stay like that, my softening prick still inside her.

  We both began as nothing more than dirty strangers, lonely and fractured people on the train seeking company.

  Today, we’re no longer that. We’re complete. We’re soul mates.

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