Perv (Filth #1) Read Free

head. And then they have to somehow live the rest of their lives cold turkey or with second best. That makes you an asshole.”
    “ Not my fault I'm good at what I do.”
    She shifts and her skin brushes my cheek again. “It is when you know damn well the woman is looking to settle down.”
    “ I never lie.”
    “ You never turn a woman away either.”
    “ They're all adults.” I don't fuck women who need help. Genuine help. Telling her that feels too much like defending my life choices. I, also, don't make a woman believe I can love her. That's cruel.
    She huffs. “You have every intention of destroying her world.”
    Red flashes over my vision at the accusation. “And what are you going to do about it, Sugar?”
    She laughs—I'm not sure if it's at me—and I fucking feel the sound in my every bone. “You want a taste of me, Nathan?”
    She's needling me, and I nip her earlobe. She moans, pressing a hand to my chest, but not to push me away. After all that we circle back to what I want in the first place.
    I ask her, “Where do you want to go?”
    She grabs my hand and shifts closer into my space. My fingers brush between silky thighs, soft inner skin and then there's wet heat. I glance down, shocked and fucking ecstatic that Stealth and Heels is a fucking freak. In a room full of people, with her friends twenty feet away, she's put my hand up her skirt. She's taking the lead and I don't mind that.
    My cock loves it.
    So I close my eyes as she guides my hand to my favorite place on a woman. Is her clit thick and long or short and pert? Full lips or does everything sit out to greet me? No two pussies are alike and I love it. Live for that shit. Will she be chocolate brown until the pink begins? Because no matter the flavor, every woman is pink on the inside. I want to see what I'm feeling. Since seeing isn't an option, I'll take what I can get.
    All I know is that she's swollen and wet. Her cream has a nice consistency. I can practically taste her salty tang. She doesn't gasp when I caress her to get my fill.
    Seconds pass, but the moment seems to suspend forever before she pushes my hand away. I step back to check for a flush that must have darkened her cheeks. Nothing. Just assessing eyes.
    I lift my hand to wave my finger beneath my nose. I can't describe her smell, but she can suffocate me if she wants to. I'll die happy, and they will not be able to close my casket on the postmortem erection. It will defy science.
    A groan spills out while I slip my finger between my lips as she watches, a smile curling her mouth. Tangy and sweet and fuck me.
    “ You like?” she asks, nothing coy in the question, just preening.
    Based on her smell and taste, she should preen. “If you'd let me, I'd sit you on the bar and make you squirt.”
    “ Just with your mouth?”
    “ Yes.”
    She studies me again, sizing me up, and then she scrunches up her nose. “Pass.”
    No. Really. What the fuck? I clamp my mouth shut because it's dropped open at her rejection.
    “ But it's been interesting, Nathan.”
    What. The. Fuck.
    I go to say her name and trip on Stealth. I close my eyes and tighten my jaw. When the urge to shake her passes, I glare down at her. Takes another second for me to clap, slowly, 'cause she's played me well, and there's fuck all I can do about it. She's had her moment and she should shine in it.
    I'll forget her when I find someone else more willing. It won't be tonight. Tonight all I will be able to do is taste her. No amount of scotch will wash her out of my mouth.
    And, really, what the fuck? Someone—likely a pissed-off former lover—who knows me, my past, and my fetish sent Stealth to fuck with me. There's no other reason for Stealth to walk up to me, let me get my fill, and then walk away. This is revenge—served wet and sweet.
    “ Tell whoever sent you I fucking hope they get fucking crabs.”
    She laughs then picks up her drink. “Cute and funny. You had potential. Night, Nathan, and have a nice