Dirty Money(25)

"You're fucking beautiful, Ivy." I move in to kiss that pouty mouth of  hers again, pushing my body between her thighs. She's under me on the  bed, and she feels perfect. "And you're all mine. You know that, right?  That once I claim you, you're mine forever."

"I know," she says in a small, breathless voice, and it makes me even harder to hear her acknowledge that.

I kiss her fiercely, my tongue dragging against hers in a rough claim.  With every thrust into her mouth, I rock between her thighs, pushing my  cock against her panties. I want her to feel every inch of me, to know  what it means to be claimed. To be mine.

And I want her to love it.

She moans against my mouth as the kisses grow deeper, clinging to my  shoulders. Her little fingernails dig into my skin, but I love the sharp  feeling of it, especially when she scratches at my back. It's like she  can't control herself when I touch her. I love making her crazy like  that.         

     



 

I kiss down her neck and over to her breasts again, teasing one with my  fingers while I nip and suck at the other. She arches against the  bedspread, her hands moving to my hair as I pleasure her. When her  breasts are pink from the scratch of my beard and her nipples are red  from all the sucking I've done, I start to kiss lower. I want to make  her come like she did in the car. I need it.

Already I'm addicted to her.

I kiss her rounded, soft belly even as I tug on the waistband of her panties. "Time to get rid of these."

"Yes," she moans, and she's no longer shy. Now she's just eager. She  lifts her hips and I take the invitation, pulling the panties down her  hips and thighs.

There's my girl. I stare at her bare pussy, my mouth watering at the  sight. It was pretty before, with neat little curls shielding her folds.  But smooth like this? I can't stop staring. I run my hand over that  smooth skin and then cup it.

She whimpers my name, arching up on the bed again.

"I'm gonna lick ya, baby. Patience. I just need to admire your handiwork first." I trace a finger along her pink, dusky folds.

"Do you like it?"

"I like it," I tell her, and then part her folds with one fingertip and  rub her clit. "But I liked it the other way, too. You're fucking sexy no  matter what you do . . . and you're wet as hell right now." It's like a  hot little lagoon under my fingers, and I can't wait to drink her up.  "Now, tell me what you want me to do, baby."

She makes a little mewing sound and spreads her legs wider, which is so  sexy it nearly fries my brain. "I want you to keep touching me." She  sounds breathless, and her hand steals down to rub over her bare pussy.  "And your mouth. God, your mouth. I want that, too."

"You're gonna get both, sweetheart." And I'm gonna make her come so damn hard.

I lower my head and rub my face against her bare, smooth mound. Her  excited little cries and the way she moves against me make my dick  harder than a rock. I love how shyly enthusiastic she is. Like she  thinks she should be all ladylike, but the moment I touch her, all bets  are off. Even now, her hands are fisting in my hair and I know she's  just moments away from shoving my head down against her pussy in a  silent demand for my mouth.

Thing is, she doesn't even have to ask. I'm more than willing to give it to her.

I lower my mouth onto her and give her sweetness an exploratory lick.

"Oh god, Boone," she moans, and her body jerks in response.

"Love it when you say my name," I tell her, and drag my tongue over her sweet pussy again. "Maybe we should play a game."

"G-game?" Her voice is quivering almost as much as her thighs.

"Yup. Like, I'm not gonna be able to stop myself from kissing you here,"  I tell her, and punctuate my words with a few demonstrations. "But if  you want me to stop playing and really work this pussy over? I'm gonna  need you to say my name. That's how you're gonna tell me that you need  more."

"You shouldn't call my girl parts ‘pussy,'" she breathes, her hips  rolling slightly as her head goes back on the bedspread. "You make it  sound so filthy."

"Baby, the things I'm going to do to this pussy are filthy." My classy  woman has no idea just how filthy this roughneck can get. "Or would you  prefer I called it your little cunt?"

"Oh god, no," she moans, but she rocks her hips again.

"Sounds to me like you like it," I drawl, and bury my face in her folds,  licking and nibbling at every inch of skin. I deliberately avoid her  clit, because that's part of the game. I want to make her beg for it,  just because it's so fucking delicious when she does. "Maybe it makes  you all wet when I say ‘cunt.' Maybe I'll just keep my mouth down here  and find out."

I tongue the opening to her core, and yup, she's incredibly wet and  juicy. She might not like to say filthy words, but she sure does like it  when I say them.

Ivy moans again, and her hands tighten on my hair. "You're terrible," she breathes, one of her heels digging into my shoulder.         

     



 

I don't move other than to press a few light kisses on those soft pink petals, because I'm waiting for her to ask for more.

A long moment passes, and her little heel digs into my shoulder again,  like she's trying to shove me forward and plant my face against her  pussy again. When that doesn't work, she says my name in a soft protest.  "Boone."

"That gets a reward," I tell her, and push her folds apart with my  fingers, exposing her clit. I drag my tongue over it, hard, and then  circle around it. All the while, she makes little choking noises of  delight. "You gotta keep saying my name to encourage me, darlin'. You  know what I like."

"You're terrible."

She makes it sound like a caress instead of an admonition. "Doesn't  matter. You love it." Her smooth little mound is so plump and pretty I  can't help but give it a little nip. "Love this sweet cunt of yours."

Ivy whimpers, and I can feel her getting even wetter. Yep, this woman  definitely loves dirty talk. It's like she can't let loose herself, so  she's gonna get all hot and bothered when I do.

Which is fine by me.

So I go into great detail about her pussy. I describe it in great,  filthy detail and all the things I want to do to her. How I'm going to  use my mouth. How I'm going to use her body. Where I'm going to put my  fingers and my tongue, and then I demonstrate those things for her when  she calls out my name again. All the while, she's getting wetter and  juicier for me, and my own cock is aching in my pants like it's going to  explode.

But my needs are secondary to hers. She needs to come first, and then I'll worry about myself.

"I ain't hearin' my name, darlin'," I murmur as I press light kisses on  her mound. My thumb strokes the inside of her soft thigh, tickling her  skin.

"Boone," she says dutifully, and so I give her a lick.

Just a light one.

She makes a sound of frustration.

"Let me rephrase," I say, between nips. "I ain't hearing my name with  conviction." When she moans a protest, I drag the tip of my tongue along  her slit. "Sometimes a man needs a bit of encouragement."

"Oh please," she says derisively, her hands tightening in my hair again. "As if you ever needed any kind of encouragement-"

"Just for that, I oughta spank the naughtiness out of you."

"Boone," she moans again, and this time there's a bit more oomph to it.  It's frustration and need all bundled up into one, and it sounds real  pretty to my ears. So I reward it, stroking a finger against her core  even as my tongue goes to her clit and teases it.

"Now that's more like it," I murmur against her skin, and slick my  tongue over her wetness. She tastes beautiful, and it's a pleasure to  put my mouth on her. I push my finger into her heat, and she's tight,  impossibly tight, given how wet she is. My balls tighten against me as I  imagine pushing into her warmth, her cunt so tight around my cock it's  like a fist. Fuck. I need this woman bad.

Ivy cries out as I thrust my finger slowly into her. "Boone! Oh god, Boone."

Fuck this game, I decide. I need to be inside her, but I need to make  her come first. So, enough with the playing. I dedicate my mouth to her  clit-licking and sucking alternately. I drag my tongue against the small  nub of flesh. All the while, I slowly thrust one finger into her, then  add another, because she needs to stretch if she's going to take my  cock.

My name turns into a string of whimpers on her lips, and her body jerks  with every push of my fingers into her warmth. Her entire body is  trembling, and her hips are arching, so I wrap one arm around her thigh,  holding her in place while I pleasure her.

A moment later, she screams, her hands rough on my hair. I can feel her  head thrashing on the blankets-not that I can look up, because I'm  focused on my task. Her cunt is tightening hard around my fingers, and I  don't stop thrusting. I want to wring out every bit of this orgasm, and  so I suck on her clit harder.