Page 18 of Dirty Fantasy

He kept going, eating her pussy like it was the finest delicacy in the world, and Mick wouldn’t believe anyone who said it wasn’t. They’d never tasted a sugar pie like this. Her ass in his hands was his new favorite palm warmer. Anytime he came anywhere near close to that tight pucker, she went off like a freight train.

“Mick, please.” She laughed and sobbed at the same time. “Oh my God, I can’t take any more.”

“Sure you can, sweetheart.”

“I feel like I might die.”

“Then just let go.”

“And be Tana Zephyr, the girl who died from pleasure with Mick Vines’s face between her legs?”

“You want me to stop?” He parted her cheeks with his fingers and ghosted one over her rear entrance.

“Oh my God, Mick.”

She bucked upward, pressing her against his mouth as he followed her with pressure from his fingertip. Her scream was ear-splitting.

As her body melted into the bed, Mick asked her, “You a virgin there, baby girl?”

He swept across it again as he lapped at her slit.

“Ahhh. Ahhh. Oh my God.”

Tana’s head whipped from side to side, and Mick was in love with how responsive she was.

He latched on to her clit and tongued it repeatedly.

She flailed beneath him until she cried out, “Yes! Mick!”

He wasn’t a hundred percent sure if she was answering him or just losing herself to the climax. Either way, Mick thought, Just one more for good measure.

And he went for it—sliding one thick finger into her snug little channel. Tana’s body clamped down on him, and she lost it.

He was definitely right about one thing. Her ex is a total pencil dick.

Tana’s bones seemed to have melted into puddles, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever move again. She also didn’t care. The idea of being the woman who died by orgasms from Mick Vines sounded mighty fine with her at this juncture.

When he finally lifted away, disappeared, and returned with a towel, Tana was beat. She had just enough energy to scoot up and under the covers.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

She yawned and felt herself drifting off to sleep.

What she didn’t expect was for Mick to strip down to his boxer briefs and climb into bed beside her.

“Sleep. Ain’t nothing else gonna happen. I just want to hold you.”

As his arms wrapped around her, Tana snuggled into the heat of his embrace.

Never in her whole life could she have predicted this. And as she slipped into oblivion, she decided this was better than her wildest dreams.

CHAPTER 9

Heat and a monster boner pressing against her ass woke Tana. The bus rocked from side to side as tires hummed along the highway.

She had no idea what time it was or where she was, but she knew exactly who was in her bed.

Mick Vines.