Dirty Girl (Dirty Girl Duet #1)

by Meghan March

  Some men only pretend to love to eat pussy, but Cav is the real deal. Lips, teeth, and tongue—he uses them all to bring me to the edge. I clutch his head with both hands, as though I’m afraid he’s going to try to move before I can grab the orgasm hovering just out of reach.

  But he doesn’t disappoint. Cav never does when it comes to my pleasure. A fingertip teases my opening before pushing inside and stroking forward, hitting that spot.

  “I’m—ah—”

  He growls against my clit, and the vibrations coupled with the pressure on my G-spot take me where I need to be. My orgasm beats through me faster and more intense than the crash of the waves on the shore.

  I release my grip on his head and fall forward, catching myself on his shoulders.

  Cav pulls back. “Fuck, I love how responsive you are. Every time, you just throw yourself into it without holding back.”

  Releasing my inner thighs, he begins to rise. Before I know what he’s planning, his shoulder presses to my stomach and he tosses me up and over it. My dress flies up, and Cav steadies me with a hand on my bare ass.

  “We’re moving this party to the bedroom. No more free shows.”

  I toss Greer onto the bed and her body splays on the white coverlet crossways. Supplies I gathered earlier are in the nightstand. Rope. Lube. Black blindfold. I pull them out of the drawer and set them on the top.

  I’ve never been ashamed of my kinks, but for all these years I’ve wondered how Greer would react to them. The verdict is in—she’s fucking perfect. Right down to the way her eyes widen at the sight of the rope.

  “What are you doing with that?”

  “No questions. Yellow to slow down and red to stop. You understand?”

  I study her reaction carefully, pleased when her pupils dilate and her skin flushes pink. I curl a hand into the skirt of her dress and drag it up her body.

  “Arms up.”

  Greer doesn’t hesitate, following directions like she was born to. My cock hardens further at the sight of her naked skin.

  “No panties and no bra? You really are a dirty girl.”

  She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again.

  “You can speak, baby. You just don’t get to question what I’m going to do with you.”

  A mischievous smile tugs at her lips. “I wanted you to have easy access.”

  “I always knew you were a brilliant woman.”

  Her cheeks flush a deeper pink at my compliment, and I want to see that color painting her whole body.

  I snag the rope and uncoil it. It’s not exactly up to my normal standards, but it’ll work. I want her to know exactly how it feels to be bound and at my mercy.

  Moving around the bed, I bring her wrists together and wrap the soft rope around them, binding them and leaving a long tail wrapped around the center between her hands, which I use to tie off on the bed frame. She has enough give to move some, but not far, and by design, I can flip her from front to back without putting more tension on her bindings.

  A scan of her face reveals a wide, anxious gaze. Lower, her nipples are hardened into perfect points. Her legs arch over the edge of the bed, ready for me to step between them and take her.

  “You look beautiful bound for me. How do you feel?”

  Her pink flush travels from her cheeks down her chest, and I follow the path with my fingertips, watching her shiver while I wait for her to answer.

  “Excited. Nervous. I think?”

  “Nervous because I can do anything I want to you? Excited because I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before?”

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “Smart girl.”

  I’m laid out and tied up like a sacrifice on this bed. I’ve never felt more exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely powerful. Cav’s eyes never leave mine as he unfastens one button at a time and his shirt floats to the floor.

  I drink him in—broad shoulders, hard pecs, defined abs, flexing biceps, and forearms leading to hands I want on my body. His dark hair is mussed and his hazel eyes are still golden-green in this light—and riveted on me.

  No man has ever made me feel this sexy. Tonight, there are no boundaries. Nothing is off-limits. I want him to take everything he wants from me because I’m dying for it too.

  Cav’s hands go to the button of his khaki shorts and he shoves them down his hips. His thick cock springs free and I bite my lip, wanting it in my mouth. He brought me to the edge of madness on the table, and I want to return the favor. This isn’t a power struggle; it’s a pleasure struggle. A battle to see who can give more than they take.

  He fists his cock, stroking the shaft. “I’m going to fuck your face while you’re bound and helpless.”

  A flood of heat blooms between my legs. How can words make me so wet? He rounds the bed, coming toward my head, and my mind is skipping through possibilities, trying to picture what he’s thinking. Luckily, I don’t need to wait long.

  “Turn over, up on your knees.” Cav grasps my shoulders and helps steady me. “Forearms on the bed. Chin up.”

  I follow each order until I’m staring down the length of his cock, my mouth watering to suck the head of it inside.

  Cav must read the need on my face because he grips his cock again and paints the crown over my lips. “Lick.”

  My tongue comes out and swirls around before I close my lips around his cock. Cav pulls back, the head leaving my mouth with a pop. My gaze cuts to his.

  “I said lick. Not suck.” His hand taps my cheek before cupping it. “This is about what I want. And I want to watch you lick my cock before I make you take it all.”

  Something about his words, knowing that he’s taking what he wants from me, makes this exponentially hotter.

  He comes closer and I lick, keeping my eyes locked on his. The satisfied smile curving his mouth makes me want to beg to take everything he’s promising.

  “Now suck. Wrap those lips around my cock and take it in. I want it nice and slick so I can fuck your face, baby girl.”

  My nipples stiffen further, almost to the point of pain. I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on just from sucking dick, but the wetness between my legs is slicking down my inner thighs.

  “Good girl. Now it’s my turn.” Cav cradles my jaw as he begins to thrust. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch them get big and wide when you feel how deep you can take me.”

  I breathe through my nose as he presses forward, and suck as he withdraws.

  His cock sinks deeper and deeper with every stroke until he bumps the back of my throat and his hand tangles in my hair. “Swallow me down. I want to feel it.”

  I keep my breaths even as I swallow on the next stroke. Tears gather in my eyes and spill down my cheeks, but I do it. I’ve got his cock in my throat, and the approval glowing in his eyes urges me to take more on the next stroke.

  “Fucking perfect,” Cav says as he pulls his cock free of my mouth.

  “But—”

  “I’m not coming down your throat, Greer. I’m not coming at all until I’m buried in your ass.”

  Shivers ripple along my skin at his determination and conviction. I’m losing my last shred of innocence tonight, and I’m glad it’s with him. I feel like I saved something for him that no other man will ever have.

  “Forehead on the bed, ass in the air, and spread your legs. I want to see that sweet pink cunt before I fuck it.”

  Again, I feel every bit the dirty girl he calls me as I follow his instructions. Tied to the edge of the bed, my eyes closed and my legs spread, I have no secrets from this man. I hear the pop of a cap, but don’t understand the sound until Cav kneels behind me on the bed and I feel slickness sliding between my ass cheeks.

  Wait. He’s going straight for—?

  Pressure against my back entrance registers before I can think any further. A finger. No, the pad of his thumb. Not the thick head of his cock, because that’s pressing against my pussy.

  “I�
�m going to fill both your holes and stretch out this asshole for my cock. I can’t wait to have a plug for you so I can fuck you with it filled every time. You’ll scream for me. And then I’ll fuck your ass while I’ve got a vibrator buried in your pussy, and make you come until you pass out from the pleasure.”

  He doesn’t scare me—he thrills me. I want it. I can’t wait to experience all the dirty, filthy things he wants to do to me.

  “Press back. You’re going to help me fill this ass and stretch it out.”

  I hesitate, and a stinging smack lands on the outside of my left hip.

  “Now, baby girl. Show me what a sweet little slut you’re going to be for me and only me.”

  I press backward at his urging, and his thumb breaches the sensitive ring of muscle until it slips inside. My nerve endings zing with sensation, and my pussy drips at the fullness. I need him inside me.

  Cav reads my mind and shoves forward with a single thrust, burying his cock to the hilt.

  I cry out something incomprehensible as he withdraws and thrusts again. Over and over he fucks into me, his thumb taking my ass on counterstrokes. I brace my arms against the bed to absorb the power in his movements. I’m flying toward the edge of an orgasm when one arm wraps around my hip and a sharp smack lands against my clit.

  Detonation.

  “Cav!” I yell his name as the orgasm tears through me, gripping the rope binding me to the bed because I need some kind of anchor.

  He continues for several more thrusts before stopping and pulling free.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m so goddamn close, but I’m not letting go yet.”

  His thumb slides free and I hear the sound of the cap again. “I’m going to go slow. I fucking promise. You’ve got yellow and red if you need them.”

  Cav coats my asshole with the slick oil, and the head of his cock presses against my opening. “I know I’m a hell of a lot bigger than my thumb, but you can take me.” With one hand on my ass, he strokes and teases my clit with the other.

  Pressure. Pressure. A sizzle of dark pleasure. I’ve never felt so unbelievably full before as he breaches the ring of muscle with the head of his cock. The same sensations slip through me as when he used his thumb, but they’re multiplied a thousandfold because he’s so damn big. A razor-thin edge of pain wraps through the pleasure, but I’ve never wanted this more.

  “I’m in your ass, baby. Fuck, you look so beautiful taking my cock. Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  The pressure increases on my clit and slickness drips through his fingers, but I don’t care as he goes deeper. Finally, I feel the press of his hips against my ass. He’s in. All the way. And he feels huge, but . . . strangely perfect.

  “Hold on, baby girl, it’s time to take your man. Fuck, I’ve been waiting years to feel this. It was worth every second of the wait. Sweet fucking girl. Dirty beautiful girl. All mine.”

  He pulls back, never stopping with the pressure on my clit. When he’s nearly all the way out, he presses in again, and the dance of sweet pain and dark pleasure begins anew. It’s mind-bending. I don’t know how to comprehend all the sensations rioting in my brain.

  An acute sense of possession and ownership pervades it all. I feel shameless. Naughty. Dirty. And I love every single second of it.

  Soon, I’m pressing back as he thrusts forward; we’re working in time and I’m hovering on the brink of another orgasm. It’s so close, and all I have to do is reach for it.

  “Fuck, baby girl. I’m gonna fuck your ass harder and you’re going to come for me, and when you do, you’re gonna scream.”

  His strokes increase in pace and my fingers claw at the sheets, desperate for some hold. My sanity is fading away at the edges as pleasure and need and desire for Cav cloud my brain.

  “I’m so close.” My voice breaks on the words.

  “When I say.”

  “Please,” I beg. “I need—”

  “Fucking come for me and squeeze my cock.”

  Two more strokes, another slap to my pussy, and I’m soaring. Splintering apart. Shattering into pieces.

  Cav’s roar fills my ears and heat pumps into my ass as he comes.

  I’m murmuring incoherently when he finally slows his movements. He falls forward, bracing himself above me while my body trembles with aftershocks of the mind-blowing orgasm.

  Check yes, please next to the “more back door” box.

  My arms wobble, losing the strength to hold me up.

  Cav presses a kiss to my shoulder, the back of my neck, and then my hair.

  “Let me take care of this and I’ll clean you up.”

  He pulls out and I want to help, but I’m bound. It doesn’t matter, though, because Cav has it covered. I hear water in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he cleans me up with a warm, damp washcloth and comes around the bed to untie my hands.

  He helps me off the bed and lifts me into his arms, carrying me into the shower, which is already filling with steam.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

  I turn myself over to his care, feeling not only taken by him but cherished as he washes me and then wraps me in a towel. Exhaustion is tugging at my eyelids, and there’s nothing I want to do more than fall asleep in his arms.

  Cav tucks me into bed, and I’m already out before he wraps his body around mine.

  The brilliant morning sun beats in through the window, but that’s not what wakes me.

  It’s the deep voice roaring through the house.

  “Where the fuck is she?” the voice demands.

  Juan must be trying to preserve our privacy, because he’s arguing with someone. “Mr. Karas, I’m sorry, but you need to wait—”

  “No fucking way. Where are they?”

  Fuck.

  My time is up. Our bubble is about to undergo the equivalent of a nuclear holocaust, and Creighton Karas may just try to kill me.

  I will not bend to him. I may not be a billionaire, but I’m a long way from being without my own reserves of money and power.

  Greer sits up, hair mussed, eyes blinking. “What the hell? Is that my brother?”

  “Yes.”

  I wrap a hand around her shoulder and barely stop myself from shaking her. I need to lay all my cards out on the table, but I don’t have enough time to do it justice. All I can say is the one thing that might make a difference.

  “Whatever he says to you, you need to know that I’m in love with you, Greer. That’s all that matters.”

  “What did you say?” she asks, her eyes widening with shock, her tone disbelieving.

  “I love you. You’re mine. And not even Creighton Fucking Karas is going to keep us apart.”

  Vehemence coats my every word, and I hope she’s ready for what’s coming next. I reach over and grab my shorts off the floor. I’m buttoning them when the bedroom door flies open and Creighton Karas stalks in.

  I snag Greer’s dress and toss it to her on the bed before turning to face Karas.

  “Get the hell out of here until your sister has a chance to get dressed.”

  “Don’t fucking talk to me like that, boy. You’re gone. Done. One-way ticket back to Hollywood and out of her life.”

  “Crey, what the hell are you doing here?” Greer asks as she tugs the dress over her sheet-covered body. “You were so not invited on this trip, and it was your idea that we lay low, so we’re laying low. You can’t storm in here and start yelling like a crazy person.”

  “That was before I knew who he really was.” Karas looks from his sister to me, and then he starts dropping the bombs. “You’ve been following her for years.”

  “It’s not what it seems like, Crey. I knew him before and—”

  “Because he was assigned to follow you. Not get close to you, just fucking follow you.”

  My eyes are on Greer and the confusion branding her features.

  “What?” Her voice is barely audible.

  Karas speaks again, but I never take my gaze off her. “Th
ree years ago, you were a job, Greer. His fucking job for the family. He’s one of the men Dominic Casso had protecting you without our knowledge.”

  Confusion turns to understanding as the pieces click together in her clever brain. “The mob? That family?”

  My entire body tenses as I wait for her full reaction.

  “Yes, the mob.” Karas takes another step closer. “He’s done nothing but lie to you since the first day you met him.”

  “That’s a fucking lie in itself.” My tone comes out just as strong as his.

  Karas’s eyes are hard. “Fuck if it isn’t. Why don’t you tell her your real name, Cav. Because it sure as hell isn’t Cavanaugh Westman.”

  A sound escapes from Greer’s lips, and my attention jumps back to her.

  “What?” All the happiness and easiness that had become her second nature in this house evaporate, leaving her looking shattered.

  There’s nothing I can do now but admit the truth. “My name is Cavanaugh Casso.”

  “Does that mean—” Greer’s too fucking quick for her own good, and her brother—her half brother, if we’re going to be accurate, because Greer and Creighton only share a mother—is all too happy to deliver the final blow to the trust we’ve regained.

  “He’s my fucking half brother. Dominic Casso is his father and mine.”

  GREER AND CAV’S STORY CONCLUDES IN DIRTY LOVE.

  Also by Meghan March

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  Author’s Note

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