DIRTY TALKER (Single Dad's Club #2)

Chapter 2

2

Dane

My fingers move to the button of her jeans as my lips descend on hers. A small moan escapes, causing my balls to clench and I press against her, just enough so that she’s pinned to the wall behind her.

With one push, her jeans fall to the floor and I pull away from our kiss to look her over.

Damn, I am one lucky mofo.

She’s in a pink matching panty and bra set that fits like a glove to every one of her curves. My d**k rises to full salute and I’m at war with myself because though I definitely want to see her naked, I’m hesitant to take them off her because she’s rocking this look.

“Damn, you’re hot,” I mumble.

She places her two hands on either side of my head and pulls me into a hard kiss. I can’t remember the last time I had a demanding girl who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to use and abuse me. Here’s hoping she scratches and bites, too.

Climbing me like a tree, her legs wrap around my waist, and my hands slide under the panties covering her ass. When I squeeze her flesh in my hands, it draws another moan from her throat.

“Bedroom?” she whispers in my ear and then her teeth nibble on my lobe and pull.

“I like the way you think.”

Her t**s are pressed against my chest, the hardness of her n*****s poking through her bra, teasing me with what I hope will be in my mouth in less than two minutes.

We reach the bedroom, and I toss her on the bed, strip down my boxer briefs, and climb toward her.

She spreads her legs and I nestle between them, letting my d**k tease her center.

Her fingers flex over my shoulders, and I pull down one of her bra cups, sucking her n****e into my mouth.

“Oh,” she pants. “More.”

I scrape my teeth along her n****e before drawing it into my mouth again, then release it with a loud pop.

“Tell me, how do you want me to play with your t**s? Do you want me to squeeze them, bite them, tweak your n*****s between my fingers…fuck them?” I rub my thumb along her n****e, my chin resting on her chest, staring up at her.

“What you’re doing is fine,” she says a little breathlessly.

“Fine isn’t a word in my vocabulary, babe. Earth shattering is though.” I raise both eyebrows in question.

She shifts under me, looking a little confused and I realize that this girl has no idea what turns her on. I grin at her, happy to be the one to teach her.

“Want me to find all the spots that make you wet and boneless with pleasure?” I ask.

A smile turns up her lips and my d**k twitches wanting the attention, the attention of said beautiful mouth.

“Sure.”

I reach under her and undo her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders to leave her bare for me.

“You have perfect t**s. I’m gonna enjoy playing with them using my tongue and teeth.”

Another sigh out of her.

Palming her left tit, my mouth devours her right, making good on the promise of my words. By the time I move to her other one, she’s squirming and wiggling under me. Her legs lock around my waist, and she grinds against me, looking for any type of friction to give her some relief.

After one last bite to her n****e, I look up at her. “You want me?” I ask.

She nods enthusiastically. My kinda girl.

Enthusiasm goes a long way in the bedroom, ladies.

“Do you want my c**k inside of you? Stroking you so deep that you’re clenching around me while you come?”

“Mmm…” She moans and bites her plump bottom lip.

I inch farther down, casting a row of kisses down her flat stomach. When I reach the apex of her thighs, her hands bunch the sheets in her fists.

“Tonight, this p***y is mine, and I plan to feast until I get my fill.”

Her eyes widen at my crude words, but she doesn’t try to move me away.

Pushing her thighs up, I situate myself between her legs. I inhale deeply and lock gazes with her over her mound. “You smell like heaven.”

Her face flushes red and her back arches. Damn, she looks so sexy lying under me, allowing me to pleasure her and do as I see fit.

First, I suck the satin fabric of her panties into my mouth using my tongue to moisten them thoroughly and let her feel just enough to push her to the good side of crazy. Eventually I pull the fabric aside and swipe my tongue along her slit.

“Oh...” She tilts her pelvis, silently begging me for more.

“Perfection.” She smells and tastes a little sweet and musky at the same time, like the black currant martini I made in honor of the Fourth of July last year. I’m never going to be able to make another one of those drinks without sportin’ wood again.

Another red blush fills her cheeks. Damn, a man could get used to that sheepish innocent type seduction. Any man other than me.

Rip.

I rip each side of her panties, and a low groan escapes her.

“I need all of you and these,” I hang the fabric off my finger, flinging them across the room, “would have taken too long to get off.”

Without any further discussion, my head finds its new home between her legs, licking and sucking every drop she’ll give me. She tries to close her thighs when I twirl my tongue around her clit, but my hands are too fast, pressing them to the mattress below her.

“Oh my God. You’re so good.”

I peek from one eye to see her head fallen on the mattress and her right hand now fondling her tit. I contemplate bringing her all the way to o****m, teasing her until I plunge into the depths of her p***y just to feel the clench around me.

I have a feeling this girl has never had s*x where you masturbate to the memory for days and since I’m a giver and everything, I’m going to deliver.

Relieving her thigh from my hand, I thrust two fingers into her warmth and she bucks so hard, I’m afraid her pelvic bone will knock my teeth in.

“I knew you’d be good, but seriously, what have you taken, s*x mastery classes from some guru or something?”

My mouth leaves her now wet and dripping p***y to find her eyes zeroed in on me. “If you can form a coherent sentence, I’m not doing my job.”

I push the threshold of her depths arching until a low inaudible sound ruptures from her throat. There you go. That’s it, baby, give it to me.

My tongue twirls making her clit my own plaything until she bucks again, her thighs tense, her back arches and she grips the sheet so tight in her fists her knuckles turn white. I don’t relent the pace of my fingers or my tongue until her defeated body falls to the mattress and her fingers weave through the strands of my hair.

Checking up on her, I rub my chin along her stomach until we’re face to face.

“Would you like to find out how delicious you taste?”

I don’t wait for her to answer. Instead, I bend down and kiss the rest of her breath from her lungs. Her fingers continue to fiddle with the strands of hair on my neck as my d**k now gets teased with how wet and waiting she is for it.

She moans when I break the kiss and reach across the bed to my dresser. Her hands explore my body while I dig to find the condoms I hide so Toby never finds them. Finally, with my d**k begging for relief, a foil packet miraculously is in my grasp.

“Feel honored, I haven’t worked that hard for a condom in ages.”

She giggles, the first sign out of her that she’s the innocent girl I pegged her for back at the bar.

The giggle fades quickly and she rolls me on my back, taking the condom wrapper from my grip.

“Allow me.” She smirks.

I clasp my hands behind my head. “I like this.”

“Well,” She rips the foil open. “I do like to repay favors.”

No way this girl has had a lot of one-night stands, but she knows how to put on a condom, which means I’m not her first bull. Thank f*****g God.

“I’m sure we could work out a p*****t schedule.”

She giggles again. This heart spurring, warming laugh that does something to my stomach.

Then she straddles me, guiding my d**k inside her and this time my head is the one that falls back into my pillows.

“s**t, you’re as tight as a fist.”

Those gold flecks in her eyes sparkle again and her hands land on my chest as she rides me like a professional cowgirl. Give the girl the bull-riding prize.

“And these t**s are so fuckable, I can’t keep my hands to myself.” I cup each one, massaging them in my palms. Nothing like a good set of C’s.

When I buck up, she cries out. “You feel amazing,” she says, arching her back and letting her hands land on my thighs.

“Your p***y is meant for my d**k. Perfect. f*****g. Fit.” I punctuate the last three words as I thrust up into her.

She eyes me below her, a redness in her cheeks that could be from the compliments or the fact she’s expending all her energy on top of me. Her hips rotate faster, her hands gripping my thighs.

Reluctantly, I move my hands to her hips to keep the rhythm we’ve established and my gaze zeros in on her t**s as they sway and bounce with every movement.

We grind, our f*****g fast and desperate. I can’t get enough of her, and I find myself inventorying the many types of booze behind my bar in order to slow myself down and let this moment last longer. She’s soft under my hands but her touch is firm and tense as though she’s thinking what I am—how the hell can we prolong this?

Needing to get as deep as I can, I flip her over onto her back. She rolls over one more time and doesn’t delay getting onto her hands and knees.

That’s what I’m talking about.

“Perfect t**s and a perfect ass. How’d I get so lucky?”

My fingers mold to her hips and I thrust my straining c**k into her fast and fierce. I draw myself out and slam back in. We both groan. Needing to be closer to her, I slow my movements, my chest resting on top of her back while I plant open mouth kisses along her skin. She arches her head back giving me access to her neck. But it’s not enough, I crave her kiss, so, I reach across and turn her chin toward me so I can r****h her mouth while my c**k grinds in and out of her.

The spark between us ignites into an inferno. We both part from the kiss. My pace increases and her hands fist the sheets while her forehead rests on the bed.

“You ready to come all over my c**k?” I sure as f**k am ready for her to.

“Yes.” Her voice is breathless and the tone I expect from a woman when I’m f*****g her.

“I’m gonna come, but I’m a gentleman.” I smack her ass. “Ladies first.”

The minute my palm makes contact with her ass cheek, her p***y clenches around me, her back arches, her arms straighten.

I pump one more time then still inside of her, half wishing I wasn’t wearing a condom so that I could feel her scorching heat on my own skin. I’ll be imagining tonight while I’m stroking my stick for at least a week. If she stays and I can have her again tonight, it’ll be two weeks worth of material for my beat off wheel footage.

Her trembling body falls to the mattress, and I slide to the side of her, catching my own breath.

She looks over at me with brown strands of hair sticking to her sweat covered forehead. “I’m a little scared to ask how many partners you’ve had since you’re that good.”

I slide down the bed. “Stick around and I’ll show you a few more tricks.” I wink and walk into my bathroom, dispose of the condom in the trash and head back into the bedroom.

She’s already positioning her bra back over her perfect rack.

“I should get going. How far away are we from town?”

I lean my back along the headboard. “Stay awhile.” I slide the strap of her bra back down her arm.

“Isn’t the point of a one-night stand that you leave after?” She lets a nervous chuckle escape.

I eliminate the distance between us, my lips hovering over hers. “The point of a one-night stand is to f**k all night long and then you leave in the morning and we never see each other again. I think I have at least three more orgasms in me. You?” I smirk and her lips turn up in a smile. “Is that a yes?” I pepper open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone while my hand slides the other side of her bra down.

“You do make a convincing argument.” Her hands slide around to the back of my head, locking me in place.

I’m true to my word, proving my argument three more times while we fall asleep, wake up and bang throughout the night.

When I wake up in the morning, she’s gone, and so is my Mustang with a note.

To the great and powerful O guru,

Last night was fun. Had to get to work. I’ll park your car outside the bar for you and tuck the keys under the mat.

Yours screaming,

So Satisfied

What kind of one-night stand takes your car the next morning? It’s called the walk of shame, not grand theft auto.