Page 58 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Before he could even finish his sentence, she was climbing on it and flashing the folds of her pussy, as well as her puckered asshole.

Holy fuck.At least she was comfortable in her own skin.

He couldn’t wait to taste and tongue both spots, then fuck her until her juices covered his face, fingers, and dick.

Yeah, it was time to get this party started.

As she settled on the mattress, he quickly shucked his jeans. After his erection sprang free with a bounce, it protruded straight from his body as hard as a sword forged in steel.

She stared at it. “You don’t wear underwear?”

“Couldn’t tell I was sleepin’ when you knocked?”

“You never wear underwear to bed?”

Why was that a surprise? “No, baby,” was all he said,fighting a grin. Maybe the guys she’d been with wore fucking pajamas to bed.

He liked to let his shit swing free and air out. The fuck if he wanted to wake up with a sweaty ball glued to his taint.

“Baby.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re hot as fuck. Can’t wait to eat your cunt. Show it to me. Gotta see my meal before I eat it.”

Her breath hissed from her and, using her elbows, she pulled herself farther up the bed. After a slight hesitation, she pulled her legs up and dropped her knees out, exposing exactly what his mouth was watering for.

He never thought this fucking day would come. Mostly because he never wanted to screw up their relationship. Now he needed to make the most of every second of this unexpected opportunity.

Tearing his eyes from her tempting center, he stroked his dick as he rounded the bed. He grimaced at the pile of bullshit on his nightstand, knocking some of it onto the floor until he found a wrap buried under the mess. Unused, thank fuck.

But as soon as he returned to the foot of the bed, his patience had hit its limit. He dove forward, dropping himself between her legs, spread her thighs wider, and planted himself face first between them. He dragged his mouth over her slick heat, her plump lips. Nuzzling his nose between her folds, he pulled her scent deep into his lungs.

His dick flexed at her aroused state.

Fuck yes.She was ready for him.

Only, he wasn’t ready to give her his dick. She needed to be more than ready and begging him to take her.

He drove two fingers into her center to find her tighter than expected. When was the last time she had sex? And withwho?

While she was on the younger side, that didn’t mean she was innocent. She was a damn biker chick, after all. Innocent wasn’t a word that could be used to describe any of the club sisters.

He withdrew his fingers before driving them deep again. Her back arched at the same time a whimper slipped from her and her short nails dug into the shaved sides of his head. He took that as encouragement for him to continue.

Pulling his fingers free, he sucked them clean, then grabbed her calves and hooked her trembling legs over his shoulders.

He peeked his head up. “You good?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Are you?”

“Gonna be in a second.” Then he buried his face in her pussy again.

He flicked his tongue against her clit, teasing her sensitive bud, before using it to split her folds in two.

With her heels digging into his back, her soft gasp morphed into a groan when he plunged his tongue in and out of her, sticking with her no matter how much her hips hopped around the bed.

“Ash,” she moaned again and flung her head back. Her fingers brushed over the loosened braids at the top of his head.