Dirty (short stories)
Lila came hard, gripping his hair, moaning loudly.
Javier carried her to the bed. He laid her down and continued his slow exploration—kissing down her stomach, thighs, behind her knees. When he finally entered her, it was smooth and deep. He fucked her in waves—slow grinding circles that hit her G-spot perfectly, then faster, rhythmic thrusts that matched the salsa beat still playing.
“Move with me,” he urged.
Lila wrapped her legs around him, hips rolling in sync. The connection was primal and sensual. She came twice more—once on his cock, once with his fingers on her clit while he took her from behind, spanking her lightly in time with the rhythm.