The Dirty Anthology (17 page)

So good. So fucking good.

Better than my fantasies.

My hands are still pushing on her legs, and I brace myself to keep from falling on her. Sweat is dripping down my face, my chest heaving.

I pull out slowly, my eyes focused on where we are joined, and watch my come slowly leak out of her tiny opening.

“Fuck,” she whispers, and I look up to find her staring at me. “You look so hot watching that.”

I grin, my gaze moving back down. I’ve touched her, tainted her, marked her, and I want more.

“It’s intoxicating.” I drop down and place my lips on hers. “I’ve got a whole stack of take-out menus to choose from. How about some dinner before a repeat show?”

She trails her fingers down my chest, then wraps them around my cock. “We’ll need some fuel to get through the night.”

I take her hands in mine, pulling her up so that her chest is flush with mine.

I lean down and kiss her, all the while wondering if she is what my life has been missing.

Chapter 6

The next morning, I wake with Alyssa curled into my chest, my arms wrapped around her. Touching her skin is unavoidable—I
have
to. I lightly trail my fingers along her creamy skin. So beautiful. So soft.

She is exquisite.

And last night was unbelievable. It was the best sex this bed has seen by far. She tested not only my stamina, but how fast I could get it back up. If I was her age, I could have gone all night, coming over and over again. But being in my thirties has really slowed down the recovery time I had a decade ago. I still came, filling her and marking her three times throughout the night, and I’m standing at attention for round four.

Her hair is still wet from our shower a few hours prior, and she’s sleeping soundly. I don’t want to wake her, but my hard-on is raging. He knows there’s a hot little honey hole inches from him. I lift my hips, rubbing against her thigh, and she doesn’t move.

The animal inside me aligns with the devil on my shoulder, forming a plan. I’m helpless to stop their action as my dick begs for release.

I gently roll her over onto her back, climbing between her thighs, spreading her wide open. I lick my hand, swirling it around the head as I take my cock and line up. My other hand moves to rest on the bed by her shoulder, and I sink in.

It’s a wake-up call she’ll never forget.

My eyes roll back in my head as I move in her. Being that she’s asleep, she’s a bit dry, and the sensation sends shudders through my body, as I work my way all the way in until our hips meet. I won’t last like this, the sensation is too strong, painful almost. My head rests in the crook of her neck, setting the pace, slamming into her.

Her mouth is near my ear and I hear her breath pick up, along with a soft moan that slips past her lips. She’s also getting wetter.

“You like my cock inside you, don’t you? Fucking pounding you,” I whisper into her ear before nipping at her neck.

“Dean,” she whimpers, her hands rising, clenching onto my arms.

Her eyes are open now, clouded with lust and desire. I rest my forehead against hers as my hips thrust harder. I’m so close, and so is she. I grab onto her legs, pulling them onto my shoulders, and giving me a deeper angle that I know will send her over the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” She’s screaming now, cursing, my name falling from her lips in prayer. “Dean. Dean, oh, there. Shit!” She grips down, freezing and I come undone, spilling into her as her pussy clenches and throbs around me.

When the pulses subside, I collapse down onto her, her body still convulsing beneath me.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t think I was going to get you off.”

She giggles. “It was a close call.”

I roll off of her and she stretches, a cute little squeak coming out before curling back into my side.

A green light flashes in my peripheral, and I grab my phone from the nightstand. There’s a text message from Jason, my brother.

Have to bail. Catching a flight to Denver in an hour. Work calls. – J Dogg

I set the phone back down, a smile forming on my face. “Looks like I’m free. What do you want to do this weekend?”

I freeze, realizing the significance in what I just said. She slides over, propping her head on my chest, smiling from ear to ear.

Looking at her, it suddenly doesn’t matter. None of it. Only that she’s with me.

Turns out one time isn’t enough. I want more. I don’t want her to go. I want to lock her away, naked, all weekend long.

So I will.

It’s hard to go back to the office on Monday after the weekend I spent wrapped up in Alyssa’s hot little body. Every whiff of her perfume or glimpse of her in my peripheral this morning stirs images of her naked body, bringing my dick to life. I’m hard and wanting, but there’s no relief, leaving me in a nasty disposition by the end of the day.

Each day following is the same, unable to get her alone for even five minutes. Probably for the best, because I need to keep my cock contained before it completely ruins my life and hers.

By Friday, I’m tired and irritable and frustrated as fuck. It’s difficult to have a meeting with a client—which has been non-stop all week—while my dick is trying to bust its way out of my pants. I just can’t stop thinking about her; soft lips, plump breasts that fit just right in my hand, perfectly round ass, warm wet folds that suck me in, and my cock exploding inside and all over her.

Almost as if she can feel my desperation, the door opens and she slips quietly inside. Saying nothing, she approaches me, and I pull away from my desk.

“Mr. Sampson, I believe you are in need of servicing?”

Grabbing her hand, I snatch her tiny body to me, pulling her lips down to mine, kissing her fiercely as I put her hand over the hard bulge straining in my pants.

Oh God, finally.
I groan.

“On your knees,” I command, positioning her so that she’s somewhat under my desk in case anyone should enter. She wastes no time getting my cock out, and I smack the head against her lips. “Open.”

I’m being an asshole again, but I can’t give a fuck because she’s looking up at me from under her lashes, seducing my grouchy ass. Watching me as I stare at her plump lips opening and her pink tongue flick the tip of my cock. She knows what she does to me.

“Oh, fuck! That’s… oh God, perfect.” I breathe in pants as she wraps her lips around my head. My jaw falls open at the explosion of pleasure her mouth brings.

My heart is pounding and my breath is so ragged, I just know Cooper’s going to hear me next door.

I grip the edge of my chair and tip my hips up as she takes me deep and sucks hard, just like I need. I’m lost in sensation as she toys with me, pushing me to the edge and then backing off. This continues for what feels like forever, and I love her hot little mouth wrapped around me.

“Fucking come tease,” I hiss down at her, practically snarling in anger and frustration.

Her hand squeezes around my dick, painfully hard, as she removes her mouth. “Now, now, Mr. Sampson, that’s no way to talk to the woman giving you head.”

I let out a groan, my hips pulsing up, desperate to come. Alyssa just smiles at me, giving me a quick flick with her tongue.

“I’ll make you come five times tonight if you’ll just stop fucking playing with me.”

“Deal,” she says, her mouth enveloping me once again.

My eyes roll back, muscles bracing down.

There’s a knock on the door, and I freeze as the knob turns, quickly sitting up and pulling my chair in, effectively stuffing Alyssa in the tight space.

“Have you seen Alyssa?” Cooper asks, opening my door and walking in.

Motherfucker.

The sweet sucking motion on my dick stops, and I’m about to kill someone. She lets go of me with her mouth, her hand still teasing, and I look up at her brother, forcing a blank expression on my face.

“She stopped by a few minutes ago, but I haven’t seen her since then.”

He didn’t ask if I knew where she went, thankfully. There’s no way I can tell him where she is and what she is doing. I swallow lightly at the feel of her tongue licking up the length of my shaft. She bravely takes my head back into her hot, warm mouth. My knuckles are white from gripping my chair so hard, forcing myself not to moan.

“If you see her, can you tell her I’m looking for her?”

“Sure, no problem.”

He starts to shut the door, but just before I let out a sigh of relief, he opens it back up.

“Oh, one more thing. I was talking to Alyssa… Can you write her a letter of recommendation for a job well done?” he asks before adding, “I’d do it myself, but I’m her brother, and that wouldn’t look the best.”

Job well done?

Her tongue laps at my balls before sucking one into her mouth while she pumps my shaft.

Fuck, she was doing a
very
good job.

“Sure, no problem,” I manage to say.

“Thanks, man. I’ll let her know. I’m sure she’ll want to thank you personally.”

And I know exactly how she can show her gratitude.

I wait for the door to latch and footsteps to dissipate before leaning back in my chair to look down at my naughty girl. Her big blue eyes stare up at me while increasing the suction, earning a hiss from me.

“Your brother is looking for you,” I say, pulling out from the desk a little so there is room for her to really work me over.

“I’m busy,” she says. “He can wait.” She smiles up at me before taking all of my cock in her mouth and swallowing around the tip. My eyes roll back as my head falls against the chair.

“Fuck, that…that… There are no fucking words for that.”

I rest my hand on her head and flex my fingers in time with my hips. I want to grab hold of her hair and fuck her face until I am coming all over her mouth and lips. Instead, my will, sanity, and strength are tested, because she’ll make me pay for it later.

I lick my lips and force my eyes open to watch my hard length slide in and out of my goddess’s succulent mouth. I’m tempted to pull out my phone so I can take a video to jack off to later.

The idea of seeing my siren on the screen with her lips wrapped around my cock has me teetering on the edge, and she can tell. Her hand reaches up to massages my balls, and I explode in her mouth, my body convulsing as stream after stream is swallowed down.

When my breathing is back to normal, she opens her mouth wide and leans back on her knees. My dick twitches at the sight, knowing by her show that not a drop escaped.

“My parents aren’t going to be home tonight,” she says after swallowing it all down.

I let out a laugh. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard that.” I pull her up to me and kiss down her neck. “Do you want me to come over? Come over and fuck you till you have no voice from screaming so much?”

“Yes,” she replies with a shaky breath. My hand trails up her leg, fingers dancing on her thigh. “Please, Dean.”

“Please, what, Alyssa?” I ask, my body beginning to come back to life after the intense orgasm she pulled from me.

Her skin is flushed, eyes closed, her breath coming out in pants as her body rocks into my hand, trying to force it where she needs it. I groan at the damp cotton that meets my fingers. It’s completely soaked through.

“Come over tonight,” she says, her eyes fluttering closed as my fingers tease her clit and dip down to her opening.

“And what?”

An alluring pink covers her cheeks and she looks away, but I bring her to look at me as she speaks. “And fuck me until you’re sated.”

“I’ll bring over dinner so we can keep our strength up,” I tell her as I slip my hand away and fix my pants back up.

A whimper escapes her lips, and I kiss them before sending her back out to her brother, making her suffer until I see her that evening. After all, she made me wait.

It’s not until later that day when she’s been out of my sight for hours that I realize how wrong this is, and how much I simply don’t care.

The three weeks I had previously wanted to fly by in order to get her away from me did. Only at the end, I didn’t want her to leave.

I want to see her every day. I want to kiss her, hold her. With the end staring at me, I realize what’s happened and how attached to her I’ve become. I don’t want to let her go, so I don’t.