Perv (Filth #1) (21 page)

“
Hard. I want it hard.”

The pulse in my head pounds as I try to hold onto my control. I rub my cock in her wetness, teasing us both as I glide the tip over and around her clit. Her pink darkens for me, at what I'm doing.

Hard is the only thing I can give her at this point.

But I enter her slow. Her breath hitches. I stop and meet her gaze. She's watching my dick. Her eyelids are low in that sex drunk way. I edge back. Her pussy is beautiful around me. The tip of the condom glistens from her arousal. I see if she can take more this time. Again. Again. Until I'm pounding into her. Her titties bounce as I slam home.

I grit my teeth because I can't come until she does. But fuck it's going to kill me first to hold back. Her pussy feels made for me. When all of me slides home—I'm
home
. Soft. Tight. Wet. The back of my fucking head is throbbing from how good she feels.

I lean forward and nip her lobe. I need her to come and now. “Is this hard enough? Want more?”

“
Yes. More.”

She's never sounded sexier to me. “Don't ask for what you can't take.”

She moans. “More.”

I pull out of her. Her gaze tracks down to my dick. “Duke,” she whispers.

My dick twitches. “On your stomach. On my desk.”

She bites her lip then smiles. I help her down and then she splays her hands over the wood. That move is followed with her arching her ass up. The smile is wide when she glances back at me and says, “Like this?”

I laugh. There's no point to reply. She's going to learn in the rough way to not tease me. I wait until she's relaxed before I push deep inside her. Slow, easy, delicious strokes. She moans for more cock. I push deeper, reaching forward for her hair. Because I'm nothing if not thoughtful, I'm gentle as I wrap the red strands around my fist. I pull until her head is tilted back.

Then I fuck her. Hard.

Nothing like having a point to prove to keep from coming prematurely. I also have to close my eyes. Her ass slapping against me is too fucking much. Women work out to have every inch toned. Nothing to jiggle when they move. Nothing is more beautiful than fucking a woman from behind and her ass responds to every thrust. It's hypnotic.

And I can't, not if I want her to come twice before I succumb.

But this fucking woman.

Her pussy spasms around me and I'm going to die from my own orgasm.

She purrs in the husky voice of hers. “So big. So deep. I want you to suck you so bad.”

I lose my punishing rhythm. Her words have bypassed my focus and shot straight to my nuts. “Fucking, Kennedy.”

My short spurt of anger is drowned out with the pleasure squeezing me tight.

“
You'd taste so good in my mouth.”

I want to hate her but my toes have curled in my loafers. Yes. Let that image linger. My shirt is unbuttoned. My pants hang around my ankles and my underwear are damn near cutting the circulation as it rests across my upper thighs.

Some people would call this passion and I'd normally cringe at the definition.

But the tip of my cock feels every heartbeat. It's a good hurt. My hips yearn to jerk forward as I come. I'm holding back. I want that picture she's painted as I've fucked her.

I pull out. “Turn around. I'm so close.”

I don't have to give her anymore directions for her to be on her knees in front of me. I slide the condom off. Her mouth goes on and I'm fucking lost. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from shouting as I explode.

She swirls her tongue around my head until I jerk back. I'm too sensitive for anything more. For a moment there's just our heavy breathing filling up the silence.

I meet her gaze. She has a hand over her mouth, a blush coloring her cheeks, but its her eyes getting to me. I want to sink into her and the emotion filling up her gaze. It's happiness. Pure. I don't think I've ever experience that emotion. Satisfaction, excitement, yeah—happy as though I'm light, I don't have a care in the world and contentment is my middle name...

Never, and definitely not after sex.

“
What?” I rasp fear fluttering in my chest at her answer.

“
I—” She drops her hand. “Duke, that was kind of dirty.” She sounds so scandalized.

That's not what I expected for her to say and the laugh falls out before I can catch it. An edge of relief is probably only noticeable to me. “Not even close, Kennedy. That was pretty PG.”

“
PG?” She laughs now too.

I offer my hand so she can stand up. We're laughing after sex. This feels odd. “I think maybe we had too much to drink.”

She drops her gaze. “Maybe.”

I trail my finger over her chin. “Let's get you dressed.”

Her attention remains fixed to the floor. I do my best to not look like I just fucked someone on my desk. My desk can't do the same. Papers, folders and the like are shoved to the edge if not on the floor. In no time we and my office appears presentable and like...the sex never happened.

Now I won't bore anyone with details of what happened after this sloppy hamfisted fuck. She decided a sloppy drunk hook up didn't pave the way for a good healthy relationship. After a few minutes of her giving me the not-the-right-time speech, I agree once was enough.

For three years we put our heads down and worked toward our goals. She has her own business. I'm junior partner at Lance and Chase and one fucking step away from senior partner. Everything I've worked for in my life is right there in my goddamn reach.

Then something happened. Not sure what. All I know is that my life is a fucking shitshow now. There's not a corner of it I recognize. The only common denominator is a redhead with an ass that Satan handcrafted.

It's all her fault.

Everything.

I'll find a way to fix the things she fucked up in my life. I refuse to lose.

Before I do though I just want it on the record she begged for hard, more than once.

COMING SOON