Dirty Money

“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.

Her scream turns into a keening cry and she jerks against me, over and over, until a sweet liquid rushes against my mouth. Now there’s the money. I lap it all up and ease off on her while she pants and trembles under me. The taste of her is all over my face and in my mouth, and I love it.

Nothing’s ever tasted as good as Ivy Smithfield when she comes.

“Oh my god,” she moans after a moment. I sit up and look at her, wiping off my mouth.

Ivy looks wrecked. Her hand goes back to her forehead and there’s a sheen of sweat on her skin. Her long hair is a tangle, and there’s a flush on her breasts and her cheeks. Her legs are sprawled and she’s never looked so disheveled . . . or so gorgeous.

Right then and there, I decide that I need to get this woman messy on a regular basis, because she looks sexy as fuck like this.

“You come hard for me?” I ask, and reach down to cup a hand over her wet pussy, like I’m staking a claim. “Or you need more?”

A small, throaty laugh bubbles up in her throat and she stares up at nothing, drowsy. “I think if I had any more, they’d be scraping me off the ceiling.”

“Give me a few minutes,” I drawl, grinning. I can’t help but give her pussy a little stroke with my fingers and she squeaks. But I can’t make good on that promise, because I need a condom before I can sink into her. I get up off the bed because my tight-feeling jeans are killing my dick, and I pull my wallet out and toss it on the bed before I undo my zipper.

She sits up, wobbly, and tries to smooth her hair into some semblance of dignity, but it ain’t working. She looks good and fucked, and I’m about to make sure that she is good and fucked. I shove my pants down, sending my underwear with my jeans, and step out of both.

Her eyes widen and she stares at me naked for a long, long moment. “Wow.”

Ivy does know how to flatter a man. I grin, opening the condom and rolling it down my length. “Why, thank you.”

“This is probably a silly question . . . but are all, ahem, erect penises that large?” She raises her eyebrows and looks at me, as if clearly skeptical.

Erect penises? I still, because that’s a damn virginal question to ask. Makes no sense, unless . . . “Ivy, you a virgin?”

Her cheeks get all flushed. “Maybe.”

Oh, god damn. It’s like the floor has just been jerked out from under me, but in the best possible way. I’m humbled that she’d choose me to share such a gift with. And a more savage, primal part of me is filled with possessive joy—that I’m going to be the first and last hand to touch her in this way.

She’s mine. More than ever, she’s mine.

“Is that a problem?” she asks. She tugs her long hair forward over one shoulder, covering a breast. The look on her face is suddenly uneasy.

“Not a problem,” I tell her, my voice gruff. “But I’m glad you told me.” Because that explains why she’s so tight, and I need to go extra slow and careful with her to make sure that she comes her brains out. I want her first experience to be earth-shattering. I want her to love every minute of it.

I’m tempted to go down on her again to ensure just that.

I won’t, though. Ivy’s already pretty sensitive and I just made her come hard. I don’t want her to be too gutted to enjoy my favorite part of sex. I want her to be there with me through every moment. I want her to come when I come. I want her to enjoy my cock inside her. I want her to love it when I stake my claim on her.

I’m a selfish prick like that.

Ivy looks nervous, even though she shrugs. “I wasn’t sure if there was an appropriate time to point it out. Not that it matters, because we’ve done a lot of other . . . nonvirginal things.” She’s blushing again, and her thighs go together. She’s thinking about me between her legs.

She’s gonna have me between her legs every day for the rest of her life. “It changes nothing. You’re still mine.” I move back onto the bed, covering her. I prop up on one elbow and pull her body against mine. We’re both naked now, and I can feel every inch of her bare skin against my own.

She shivers and gazes up at me with big, soft eyes. “I like being yours,” she whispers.

I groan and capture her mouth with mine. She’s so fucking sweet, so damn perfect that it hurts. I drag my tongue over hers, trying to give her as much pleasure as she gives me. Her mouth opens eagerly for my kiss and her tongue plays alongside mine, her hand skimming my arm.

I slide a hand between her thighs, brushing over her bare pussy before slipping a finger inside her again. She inhales slightly and I deepen the kiss between us, determined to keep her in the moment even as I move a thigh in between hers. She’s soft and wet for me, but still tight, and I work her pussy with my hand even as I kiss her.

When she’s moaning and breathless in my arms, I put a hand on one thigh and spread her legs wider. “I’m gonna push inside you now, Ivy. You just say something if you want me to stop.”

She gives me a little nod and presses a tiny kiss to my mouth, as if trying to encourage me. So fucking sweet.

I rub my hand over her sex again, and her folds are slick with her juices. I drag the head of my cock back and forth in them, lubing it up. Ivy moans, her head tossing. I fit my cock against her entrance, and then slowly begin to ease into her. She’s fucking impossibly tight, and I have to push a little harder than I want to get anywhere.

I don’t want to hurt her. The last thing I want on this earth is to cause her pain.

Her hand stops its gentle stroking of my arm and her nails dig into my skin a little.

“You okay, baby girl?” I ask, leaning in to give her another quick kiss.

She nods, gazing up at me with dark eyes.

I push into her inch by excruciating inch, all the while keeping my gaze locked with hers. It’s the most intense, intimate thing I’ve ever done. Most of the time I just slam into a girl and hope for the best, but everything needs to be perfect for Ivy. Everything.

Ivy is tight around me, her body squeezing my cock like a glove. I kiss her again, and again, because I want her to think of this moment with pleasure, not with any discomfort she might be feeling. She’s my first—and only—virgin, and I don’t know what to expect or how badly it’s going to hurt her. All I know is that I want to make it good for her. So I take my time and then, impossibly, I’m sheathed entirely in her warmth.

“How does it feel?” I ask her, pressing my mouth against her jaw. My entire body is tense with need, and I feel the strain of holding back in every muscle.

“Very . . . full.” Ivy sounds breathless. Her body quivers under mine, and then she shifts, just a little.

“Uncomfortable?” I’ll get off her right now and stop if it means she’s not enjoying herself.

She shakes her head and her hand strokes my hair back from my face. “It feels good. Different, but good.”

I nod and give her another searing kiss before pulling back and rocking into her. I move carefully to ensure that I don’t hurt her, and every inch feels excruciatingly slow. It’s the most intense sort of pleasure and I can feel my own need to come building in my body. I need to fight it, because I need to make this good for her.

Her eyes widen and she gasps when I thrust into her. “Boone,” she breathes, the sound full of wonder.

“Tell me how you’re feeling, baby girl,” I murmur, pressing kisses to her face.

“That was . . . oh . . .” Her sigh of pleasure is everything.

“Want more, or want me to stop?”

“Don’t stop.” Her hand moves to my shoulder and she lifts one leg, wrapping it around my hip. “Please, don’t stop.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I begin to thrust into her in languid, steady movements, working hard to keep myself in check. I’m sweating hard at the tense need in my body, but this has to be good for her. It has to be perfect. So I focus on her pleasure, the expressions she makes, the look in her heavy-lidded eyes that tells me she’s enjoying this. I can’t help but run a hand over her body as I fuck her slowly, cupping one sweet breast and caressing her skin everywhere.

She moans as I push deep into her, the first sound of pleasure she’s made since I pushed into her. I focus on that, because I want more of her responses. I drag my thumb over her nipple and stroke into her again, increasing my rhythm. My mouth claims hers, and I swallow her next little responsive sigh. She likes that I’ve sped up, and so I move faster, my thrusts harder and deeper.

This time, when she moans into my mouth, it’s full of need. Her hands flutter over my shoulders, as if she’s unsure where to put them. I grab one and put it on my ass, never breaking our kiss, and rock into her over and over again.