by Jade West
“Does this match the fantasy?” he asked.
“It surpasses the fantasy...”
He loosened his belt, dropping his jeans just enough to reveal the dented V of his hips. Sweet fucking Jesus.
“More...” I hissed. “Show me...”
He kicked off his shoes and socks, then dropped his jeans to the floor, his boxers too. His cock was a weapon, meaty and veiny with a thick nest of hair at the base. He stroked himself as I watched, the swollen head of his dick high on his belly.
“No wonder I could feel that...” I moaned.
“You’ll feel it again real fucking soon, dirty girl.”
His legs were rock solid, every muscle defined. Footballers’ legs. He turned for me and my mouth watered at the perfect tight curves of his ass. “Spread them,” I whispered. “I want to see your asshole, Jason, I want to taste you.”
He raised an eyebrow, smiled at me. “Dirty girl. It’s no wonder I fell for you.”
I held myself up on my elbows as he turned his back to me, my heart thumping against my breasts. He placed his hands on his perfect cheeks and pulled them apart. Oh, God. A gorgeous dark ring, dark hair mapping a path to his balls. He was fucking beautiful.
He turned back around and knelt on the bed beside me, close enough to slap his cock against my nipple. “I want to fuck your sweet tits, dirty girl.”
I moved away with a tut, reaching under the bed to grab the shackles. “May I?”
He laughed. “You want to tie me up?”
“Yes please... a one-off... maybe... I just want you, however I want you...”
He held out his wrists. I loved the way the leather cuffed his skin so tight. He lay back on the bed, staring up at my tits as I fastened him to the headboard. He was mine, all mine.
“Sit on my face, Gemma, I want your juicy cunt all over my mouth.”
“Soon,” I whispered. I straddled his perfect fucking body, pressing his cock tight to his stomach with my pubic bone. I rocked in gentle motions, loving his stiffness against me. My hands were all over him, kneading solid flesh. “Open wide,” I rasped, leaning forward to aim a nipple at his hungry mouth. He sucked it in, eyes wide open as he moaned. “More,” I hissed. “Take more.”
He opened wider, sucking in as much of my tit as he could and all the while I teased his dick with my pussy lips, touching against it, sliding back and forth. His scent was incredible, musky but citrus fresh and oh so fucking horny. It hit me in the temples, making me dizzy. He smelled so fucking good.
“Harder,” I groaned. “Suck me, Jason, fucking suck me.”
He let go, took a gasp of breath, then moved to my other nipple, sucking it in hard. I loved the noises his mouth made, loved the sound of his chains jangling.
I pulled away and he growled as I shuffled my way up his body, bracing myself against the headboard as I lowered my hot, wet pussy onto his open mouth. His tongue wriggled and squirmed, and I twitched on top of him as he slurped at my juices.
“Oh fuck, Jason, yes, yes. yes!”
His mouth was magic, humming and slurping and nipping as I rode his face. My generous thighs pinned his head tight, no escape, not that he seemed to want one. I let him take a breath, raising myself from his face just enough. He used the opportunity.
“Ride my fucking cock, dirty girl. Ride it fucking hard. I want to see your gorgeous juicy slit take me all the way in. You want that, don’t you? Fuck me, dirty girl! Fuck me!”
I arched my back. “Yes...”
“I want you to ride me fucking dry, Gemma. I want to feel you push all the way onto me. I want to feel your tight little hole sliding up and down on my cock.”
I eased myself onto his meaty prick, letting out a moan as he pushed his ass from the bed and slid all the way inside. “Fuck, that’s deep.”
“Work that pussy, Gemma. I want your fingers in there with me.”
“Fingers!?”
“Yes,” he grunted. “Let me feel those fingers, Gemma, I want them inside.”
I could barely reach, managing just one finger alongside his fat dick. It burned, stretched tight. “Good girl, look at me.”
I stared at his face, eyes glazed. “Yes...”
“Slide another finger in that tight, wet cunt and come for me. I don’t care if it hurts, dirty girl, I want you to take it and I want you to come for me.”
“Oh God, Jason...”
“Do it, Gemma...” I groaned as I pushed another finger in, it hurt... but it felt so fucking hot. I wriggled on him, fingers pressing against his cock as it pulsed inside me. “Come on, dirty girl. Let me watch you come.”
I worked my fingers harder, crying out as a knuckle pushed against the perfect spot. Wet noises from between my thighs, but it was all so fucking horny.
I circled my clit with my free hand, spiralling towards the edge. “God, yes... please, Jason, don’t stop...”
“I’m not going anywhere, dirty girl, the night is young.”
I shuddered as I came, clamping his cock tight inside. He begged me for my tits, and I smothered him as I came down, loving the way he suckled on my nipples.
He bucked his hips, slamming hard inside, pumping me. “Again...”
“Again?” I rasped, pussy still fluttering.
“Now, Gemma, ride my fucking cock. Get those sweet fucking fingers in that cunt.”
“Oh God...” I straightened up for another go, and he was so deep, so fucking deep.
“Push those fingers in, there’s a good girl. And ride me, ride me hard. I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce for me. Show me.”
I arched my back, bracing myself with a hand on his solid thigh, and then I worked my fingers back inside me.
“Beautiful, Gemma, that’s so beautiful.”
I was out of words, a hot fluttery mess around his dick. It was noisy this time, squelchy and slippy, with the hot slaps of skin against skin.
“Remember how it felt to have two dicks in that sweet cunt, Gemma?”
“Fuck yes!”
“You wanted it, didn’t you?”
“Yes!”
“So stretch that pussy for me now, sweet girl, show me how much you love it.”
I pushed my fingers inside as far as they could go, and I could feel his cock, sweet fuck how I could feel it. “Shit, Jason, I’m coming. Oh fuck, I’m coming...”
“Bounce those fucking tits, Gemma, that’s right. You’re a beautiful fucking dirty girl, Gemma, and you’re mine, all fucking mine.”
“Jason... fuck me... fucking fuck me!”
He bucked and he groaned and slapped his balls against my fat ass, and he loved it, he fucking loved it. Shackled tight to the bed with my plump fucking pussy milking him dry, it was so fucking good.
He came hard, straining in his chains, and twitching as he shot his load inside me. I could feel the jerk of his cock against my fingers, and it was pure bliss.
“Lick those fingers clean like a good girl.”
My eyes were glazed, heart racing as I slipped my dirty fingers in my mouth.
I met his gaze with a smile.
And then I made my dirty bad stranger lick my dirty pussy clean.
Every last fucking drop.
***
Epilogue
Gemma
I stepped out into the spotlights, the room just a blur of shadow beyond the stage. I knew he was out there, watching. I could feel his eyes.
I waited for the music, confident in just a gauzy babydoll. The soft white fabric contrasted the sprinkle of freckles on my shoulders... my thighs… my heavy tits. I stood proud, swaying as the intro kicked in, a sensual harmony, deep and primal. I looked to the beautiful girl at my left, the sparkle in her chocolate eyes. She was smiling, and so was I.
I was ready for this.
Cara took my hand, and together we moved, around and around the pole in a fluid game of chase until she lifted her body up and away. I mirrored her position, the metal of the pole tight between my thighs as I arched my back, trailing autum
n curls towards the ground. I could feel the ridge of the steel against my clit, the thrum of excitement like electricity zipping through my nipples.
Cara twisted and lowered herself, coming to rest in an artistic sixty-nine; her body, and mine, and the pole between us. We moved to the beat, slowly, sensuously, as the spotlights danced.
She dropped to the floor, flipping herself upright on dainty legs, while I danced for my shadowy Jason, losing myself in the beat.
I’d been nervous in practice, non-committal, but on stage it was different. I was ready.
I tugged at the ribbon of my babydoll, letting my tits fall free with only nipple tassels for modesty. The crowd roared, urging me on as the beat picked up. I was dancing, free, alive...
The heat of a hundred pairs of eyes burned hot on my skin, but my eyes were all for Jason. I knew where he was, I could feel him there.
I could feel his dirty friends, too, feel the pulse of their dicks in their jeans as they drooled over the promise of what was to come.
My dirty Jason and his dirty fantasies... my dirty fantasies... our dirty fantasies.
I couldn’t get enough.
A final twirl and the crowd were on their feet. Applause and whistles, and the heady musk of sex in the air.
Club Explicit. Haven for dirty bad people just like us.
I loved it here.
“I loved it,” I buzzed. “I loved being on stage here, Jason. Loved it!”
He teased at my tassels, his kiss hot and needy as he claimed me from the stage. “Ok, dirty girl, the answer’s yes.”
“Yes?!” I gushed. “You mean it?”
“You convinced me.” He held out a membership card, all shiny and gold with my name on it. “We are officially VIP members of Club Explicit, Gemma Taylor, for the next three months, at least.”
I jumped up and down, bursting with excitement, until there was a but... a big fucking but.
I stopped moving, deadpan. “What do you mean, there’s a but?”
“I got a call today, from my agent.”
My breath hitched. “The Singers? They’re offering you another contract?”
He shook his head. “Not the Singers...” He wrapped me in strong arms, a wicked smile on his face. “I’ve been offered a season in the MLS. Los Angeles Stars. It’s soccer time, dirty girl, say you’ll come.”
“You want me to come to L.A. with you?!”
“Unless you have anything better planned.”
I pretended to think it through. “...I think I can just about fit you in.”
“I know you can fit me in, Gemma. The question is... how many of my filthy friends can you accommodate at the same time?”
The rush of excitement came to rest firmly between my thighs.
I took my Jason’s hand tight in mine. “Let’s go and find out...”
THE END
Acknowledgements
The Dirty Bads really wouldn’t be what they are without an awesome team behind me, and amazing people to get the word out. I thank you all, so much!
In particular I’d like to thank, as always, my editor John Hudspith. Johnny, you really did pull out all the stops for this one, and your contribution has been ridiculously awesome. Thank you so much!
Tracy, my tireless PA – wow! You really deliver. Thank you so much for everything. You make me smile every day.
My street team ladies, thank you so much for your tireless support. Special thanks to Lesley and Michelle for co-ordinating the team and making sure everything runs smoothly, I appreciate you both so much.
Letitia Hasser, of RBA Designs – thank you millions for another awesome cover and branding. You are amazing.
There are so many bloggers, authors and readers that have supported me over the months with the Dirty Bads, you are all so important to me, and all so appreciated! I’m in awe of the Indie community - it’s a truly exceptional scene, and I’m grateful to be a part of it. Thank you, everyone!
Family, friends, writerly buddies… you all know you mean the world to me. Couldn’t do any of this without you. <3
I think I’ll stop here since this isn’t an Oscar’s acceptance speech, and I have been known to gush a little in my time! :D
About Jade
Jade is a kinky, dirty, eccentric goth girl living in the heart of the English countryside. Yes, she’s as strange as her writing would imply. You can generally catch her lurking around on social media over at:
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www.jadewestauthor.com
Dirty Bad Strangers is the third standalone novel in the Dirty Bad series. Dirty Bad Wrong and Dirty Bad Savage are both available from Amazon.
