by Nina Levine
I groaned, not sure how much longer I would last if she kept this sexy shit up. She had a dirty fucking mouth on her. I made a mental note to make sure I gave her that opportunity one day. She could suck my dick to the back of her throat any fucking time she wanted.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her head back so I could dip my mouth to her neck. She moaned, and I growled, “You like a little rough play?”
She kept stroking my dick. “I’m all about the rough play, tiger. I’m hoping you can bring it.”
I pulled her hair harder as I nudged her legs apart with my knee. With one hand holding her hair, I reached my other hand to the bottom of her dress. That fucking dress should be made illegal. It hugged every curve of hers and was a fucking hazard to my health.
Her dress was too fitted for what I wanted, so I let go of her hair and gripped the bottom of the dress with both hands. A moment later, I had it off her, and she stood almost naked in front of me.
Dropping my gaze to her tits, I said, “Fuck, red, I don’t even know where to start.” Cupping her tits, I bent my face to them and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Jesus, I loved tits that were more than a handful, and Monroe had that. Her tits were a gift from fucking God as far as I was concerned. I could dedicate a whole session to them.
“Not sure if you’re aware, but you have a way of making a man want to do the filthiest fucking things to you.”
A sexy smile spread lazily across her face. “What filthy things are we talking? I’m all for filthy.”
I ran my hands down her back and took hold of her ass. Another gift from the big guy. “The kinds of things that will make it hard for you to walk tomorrow.”
“Oh God, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Just trying to fuck you, sugar.”
Her lips parted mine and her tongue slid in. She kissed me like I imagined she would fuck me—thoroughly and deeply—while her hand remained around my dick, stroking me, getting me closer to my release.
When she finished kissing me, I said, “Take off your bra and panties.”
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I want to watch you do it.”
She let my dick go and slid her hands down her body until she reached her panties. Slowly hooking her fingers over them, she slipped them off, all the while keeping her eyes firmly on mine.
Fuck, she gave me a show. I took hold of my dick and jerked off while watching her remove her bra in the same way. It was hot as hell. But not half as hot as when she reached her hand down to her pussy and ran a finger in circles over her clit.
She turned me on so damn much that I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I fucking wanted to drag this out all night long. Wanted to command her to fuck herself with her fingers while I watched. Hell, I wanted to ask her for a fucking lap dance, but a man had to be realistic. My dick was hard as steel for her. I fucking needed to be inside that sweet cunt of hers as soon as possible.
As I watched her finger herself, I rasped, “You’ve got two minutes left, sugar, and then I’m getting in that pussy of yours.”
I removed my clothes while I continued to watch her. I then located a condom and slid it on. When I was ready for her, I ordered, “I want you on your hands and knees on the bed, ass in the air.”
She shook her head at me, her fingers still working that pussy. “No, you’re not fucking me in the ass. That shit’s reserved for men who stick around.”
“Wasn’t planning on it. I just want your ass in my view while I fuck you.”
“Well, I was thinking—”
Jesus, this was not the time for her to argue with me. I snaked my hand around her waist and pulled her body to mine. “When I tell you how I want to fuck you, you don’t argue with me,” I growled.
Her eyes flashed with heat. Gripping my arms, she said forcefully, “I want to watch your face while you do it.”
I jerked my head at the bed. “Get on your back.”
Her lips curled up in a smile, and she did what I said.
I positioned myself on top of her. I then ran my finger along her pussy to see how ready she was for me. She was wet as fuck.
Holding her gaze, I growled, “Stop thinking and start fucking, sugar.”
Not giving her a moment to argue with me, I thrust inside of her. Sweet fucking Jesus, her cunt wrapped around my dick like it was made for it. When her arms and legs gripped me, and a long, satisfied moan tore from her mouth, I pulled out and slammed into her again.
“Fuck, I like your kind of filthy,” she said in a hot-as-hell tone. “Don’t stop now.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
“Thank God.”
I got serious then. If she was down with me fucking her the way I wanted to, I’d take her up on that. I pounded into her over and over, not giving either of us a second to catch our breath. Our fucking turned into a violent, demanding need we both had.
I grunted through her nails digging into my skin and scratching lines down my back.
She pushed me to give it to her harder.
Every minute of being with her drove me towards a climax like I’d never achieved. When I finally came—and fuck knew how I managed to last as long as I did—I thrust into her with so much force her head almost rammed into the headboard.
I roared out my release as she gripped me tighter, nails piercing my skin, and screamed out her own.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding when you said you liked my kind of filthy, were you?” I said after I rolled off her.
She made one of her sexy noises and curled against my body, her arm over my chest, leg over mine. “No, I wasn’t. I like being fucked exactly the way you did it.”
I stretched an arm over her shoulder. Usually, I had no desire to hang around and talk after I fucked a woman. But with Monroe, I couldn’t get enough of her. “I’ll bring my filthy anytime you want it.”
Another sexy moan fell from her lips as she stretched her body in one of the most arousing moves I’d ever seen. She ended up half on top of me with her leg hooked around mine, tits pressed against my chest, and her hand curved around my neck. Those full lips of hers captured mine in a long kiss before she said, “I think you should bring it right now. And when I say bring it, I mean give me every-fucking-thing.”
I reached for her leg and gripped her thigh. Pulling it, I slid it up my body, spreading her wide to give me access to her cunt. My finger was on her clit a moment later, and I ran lazy circles over it. My eyes remained firmly on her face. I wanted to watch as she took the pleasure I gave. She didn’t disappoint. As I built her bliss, her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her lip while giving me more of those sexy-as-fuck sounds that got me off.
“Fuck, Monroe, any man ever told how fucking hot your mouth is? You keep making those sounds and I’ll blow before I get back inside you.”
She opened her eyes as a smile spread across her face. “Slow down, tiger. We’ve gotta get you hard again.”
I slapped her ass. “I need to get rid of this condom first. But I’m telling you now that my dick will be hard before you can get on your knees and lick my balls.”
She moved off me so I could leave the bed. I made my way into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. She met me in the doorway as I turned to leave.
Hand to my chest, she said, “I think we should move this into the shower.” At the arch of my brow, she added, “I have a thing for clean sex. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love sex anyway I can get it, but there’s just something about a man who smells amazing. It gets me off like you wouldn’t believe.”
I cupped one of her tits and tweaked the nipple. “If water and soap get you off more than I did in that bed, I’m all for the fucking shower.”
She grinned and moved past me towards the shower. I trailed my gaze down her body, lingering on her ass. Monroe’s curves were to fucking die for, and that ass was something else.
She snapped me out of my trance. “You gonna stand there staring at my ass all night?”
/> I closed the distance between us with two determined strides. “You keep it up, and that sass will get you fucked harder than you can take,” I growled, forcing her into the shower.
She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m really fucking hoping so.”
My gaze caught on the colourful assortment of sex toys she had in her shower. “Fuck, red, you weren’t kidding about the vibrators, were you?” There were at least seven different vibrators, dildos, and bullets in her shower. On top of that, she had a handle and footrest set-up. The only thing I was surprised not to see was a dildo suctioned to the wall.
“I don’t kid about sex. I’m dedicated to it in ways you can’t even imagine.”
“I don’t want to imagine. I want first-hand fucking experience. Get your ass over to that wall and your foot up on that rest.” I needed those legs of hers spread and my fingers in that pussy.
She did as I said while I grabbed the soap. My dick hardened at the sight of her gripping the handle, leg up, ready for me. Jesus, it would be fucking hard to walk away from her when we were done. If I didn’t have to get home to Charlie, I’d spend the night between Monroe’s thighs.
“Cleaning myself off you is a fucking shame, sugar,” I said as I soaped up her pussy.
Her back arched as I ran my hand through her folds. “Yeah, but you’ll be back there soon.”
I cleaned every inch of her, taking my sweet time with her tits, ass, and pussy. When I was done, she turned and took the soap from me. A few moments later, she’d lathered my chest and had shifted her attention to my cock.
Wrapping one hand around it, she kissed me before saying, “I want to suck you off, but I also want you to come inside me again. It’s a real fucking dilemma, because I’m not sure if you’ve got two more in you tonight.”
A phone rang in another room, breaking into our conversation. “You need to get that?” she asked.
“It’s not mine.”
She frowned. “Well, it’s definitely not mine.”
The ring tone was the Sesame Street theme song, and it sure as shit wasn’t coming from my phone. If it wasn’t hers either, we had a problem. I placed a finger to her mouth, indicating she should be quiet. “Wait here. I’ll go take care of this.”
She nodded, and I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist as I moved silently towards the ringing phone. I would fucking cut the balls off whoever had broken into her house. However, as soon as I entered her bedroom where the sound was coming from, I realised we didn’t have an intruder. It was my fucking phone ringing.
I snatched it up off the floor where I’d dropped it in my jeans. Charlie’s face grinned at me from the phone. “You changed the ring tone on my phone?” I muttered, answering the call.
“Yeah, you like?”
What I did like was the smile I heard in her voice. That, I would have paid good money for. “What’s up? You okay?” She’d told me she would be all right at home on her own, but my fatherly instinct had kicked into high gear. I shouldn’t have fucking left her.
“Settle down, I’m good. No need to stress. I’m calling because Mum arrived about an hour ago and she’s wondering what time you’re coming home.” Her voice dropped as she added, “I think she wants us to have a family dinner or some shit, but I’m good if you’re staying out all night.”
I held the phone away from my ear for a moment to look at the time. Just after nine. “I’ll be there in about half an hour.”
“Oh, okay.” She sounded surprised. “I’ll tell her.”
We ended the call and I bent to reach for my jeans.
“It was yours after all?” Monroe said from behind.
I turned to find her standing naked in front of me. Fuck. My dick ached to fuck her, but the desire to get home to Charlie—to not let her down—won out. “Sorry, sugar, I’ve gotta get home to my kid.”
A smile flickered across her face and she came to me. Her hands looped around my neck and she kissed me. It was long. Deep. And fuck if it didn’t stir more need in my gut. “I like that about you.”
When she dropped her arms and took a step back, I let my towel go and put my jeans on. “Yeah, well kids come first.”
Her eyes dropped to my dick. “They do, but there’s something to be said for a man who walks away from sex with a hard-on he’ll have to take care of himself, for his child. Unfortunately I’ve met many who wouldn’t.”
I grabbed my shirt and the towel off the floor. After passing her the towel, I put my shirt on and then snaked my arm around her waist. Dropping a kiss to her lips, I said, “This needs to be continued.”
“No, this was only one night, tiger.”
My lips brushed her ear as I rasped, “Your pussy is, right now, begging you to fuck me again. I’m gonna give her what she wants.”
“My pussy doesn’t need you worrying about her. She can find cock elsewhere.”
I tightened my hold on her, pulling her body hard against mine. “You can fight me on a lot of shit, Monroe, but not this. This is the one fight I win. I’ll be calling you and you’ll be answering that call. And we are going to get clean as fuck in that shower of yours and then I’m going to fuck you harder and longer than you’ve ever been fucked in your life.”
Our eyes met when I let her go. Hers were wide. She didn’t argue with me, didn’t say another word. She simply watched me collect my keys off the bedside table and exit the room.
Monroe might have thought we weren’t made for each other, and hell we probably weren’t. But we were sure as shit made to fuck each other.
Chapter 17
Hyde
I scrubbed my face and stared at Tenille as she slammed cupboards and drawers in my kitchen. She was pissed off with me, but I had no fucking idea why. And she’d hardly said a word to me since I’d arrived home, so there were no clues there.
“Tee, what the fuck’s going on?” I finally asked. Charlotte had hightailed it out of the kitchen five minutes ago after an argument with her mother, so I was making it my mission to figure this out.
She slammed the container she held down and met my gaze. “You came to me! You! It wasn’t my choice for us to come back into each other’s lives.”
My temper spiked. I fucking hated the way she fought with me when I didn’t know shit about why she was angry. She’d done it when we were together, and it seemed old habits died hard. I took a deep breath. “You’re not making any sense. How about you back the fuck up and start from the beginning here. Why are you so pissed at me? I mean, I came home twenty minutes ago and we’ve hardly said a word to each other. How the fuck have I managed to get you so worked up in that time?”
Her eyes widened. “You never did understand women, Aiden, and it appears you still don’t.” She rested her hands on the counter as she glared at me. “How do you think it makes me feel when the man I loved for so long—the man who I just found out didn’t really die years ago, who just showed back up in my life, telling me he wants to be there for me now—comes home the first night I’m in his new home, having just been with another woman? You think that makes me feel good?”
Fuck.
I raked my fingers through my hair, unsure of the best way forward here. Moving around the counter, I reached for her, but she slapped my hand away, so I stopped and said. “Tee, I didn’t know you were coming here tonight. Last I heard, you were dealing with shit in Melbourne with Craig.”
She blinked a few times, and I wondered if she was about to cry. She didn’t, though. “I left him,” she blurted out.
I was surprised, but relieved. As far as I was concerned, Craig wasn’t good enough for her. He didn’t love her the way she should be loved. “What happened?”
She dropped her gaze and fussed with the food she had on the counter. She’d bought a roast chicken and had filled plates with meat and salad for dinner. “He’s been coming home drunk for months, and he’s always fighting lately. I’ve had enough.”
“Fighting?”
“Yea
h. I don’t know where or with who, but he comes home beaten and bloody some nights. Others, he turns up with ripped and blood-soaked shirts.”
Sully had told me about the drinking, but I didn’t know about the fighting. “What did he say about all that?”
She stared at me silently for a long while before admitting, “He told me not to ask questions about things that didn’t concern me. About things I didn’t really want to know.” Her voice cracked. “And when I pushed him on it, he hit me and told me it was all my fault.”
I clenched my fists. I wanted to knock him the fuck out. I wanted to make him bleed myself. Putting my hand out, I demanded, “Give me your phone.”
Her forehead crinkled. “Why?”
My body tensed the longer this took. “Tenille, give me your phone. I want a word with that motherfucker.”
“No. He’s never hit me before. This was just a once off thing. You don’t need to get involved.”
I drew in a long breath and let it out slowly, willing myself to get my shit under control. I wasn’t the same man Tenille had married anymore. She wasn’t acquainted with my violent side, and I didn’t want her to get fucking acquainted with it.
Needing a moment, and a whole lot of the one thing that had a shot at calming me, I stalked to the cupboard where I kept my whisky. Grabbing it out, I poured a mouthful into a glass and downed it. Not even close to enough, I poured another mouthful and knocked it back too.
Moving to where she stood, I said, “Where’s your phone? I’m not going to ask again.”
She responded to my forceful tone and pulled her phone from her back pocket. “What are you going to say to him?”
I took the phone. “What’s your password?”
