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TURNS OUT THERE’S one other place I feel absolutely free: balls deep inside Emily. Freedom was a strange way to describe how her tight pussy clenched around me, but after the battle of wills we fought to see who would cave first, victory felt a hell of a lot like freedom.
Victory.
Who the fuck am I kidding? She’d held out so long—questioning me, challenging me, fighting me—my own needs made me cave. I had to be inside her. My stubborn, sassy-mouthed monarch made me mad with lust and crazy with the need to conquer her.
And I wouldn’t have her any other way.
After we fucked, she cuddled up next to me and fell asleep. I held her, amazed at how quickly she’d gone from defiant to peaceful.
My beautiful, complex queen.
I stroked her hair back from her face, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. It didn’t matter, because I was all in. I let her nap until her proximity made my dick so hard it began throbbing. Finally, I gave up and sucked on her tits and massaged her body until she woke up.
“Hey,” she said.
Her arms went over her head and her back arched off the bed, stretching her lithe body and making me even harder. Tousled hair, plump lips, her body stretched out like a weapon of my own personal destruction. I didn’t just want to fuck her, I wanted to lick every freckle, kiss every scar, and find every ticklish spot on her body. I was a goddamn mess.
“Shit,” I hissed. “You have no fuckin’ clue what you do to me.”
She arched her back higher, putting her tits right in my face. “You sure about that, Tyler?”
My hand went to her folds. My little vixen was already wet for me. “Keep it up, sweet cheeks, and this round is gonna get a lot rougher than the last.”
She pressed herself against my fingers and threw back her head. “Sounds like you better bring your A-game.”
I scooped her up and flipped her sassy little ass over, then put her up on her knees with her face in the pillow. I gave her ass a few swats until it was nice and rosy, and then I positioned myself at her entrance.
“You might want to brace, babe,” I said. “This is gonna get wild.”
She smirked at me over her shoulder. “Less talking, more fucking, Romeo.”
That did it. I slammed into her.
She gasped, her hands grappling the pillow. Afraid I’d gone too far, I drew back.
Another over the shoulder smirk. “That all you got?”
Never in my life had I met someone who challenged me like Emily. Smart, funny, stubborn, compassionate, driven, sexy as hell, it was like she had been crafted just for me. And now that I’d found her, I had no intention of letting her go. I drove into her, harder, faster, each thrust like a branding rod, labeling her as mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
That’s the mantra that played in my head as I fucked her until we were both sweaty and sticky and sated. We collapsed on the bed and I held her until hunger and thirst drove us into the kitchen.
We made tacos, drank beer, and spent the evening on the sofa, making out and messing around in front of the television. We fucked on the sofa, with her bent over the kitchen table, and in the shower. It was incredible. The kind of experience that could make a man question everything he valued. And it only got better once we went to bed.
After drinking and fucking all night, I was facing dehydration by the time the sun rose. Slipping into my jeans, I stumbled around her kitchen, making coffee and starting breakfast.
Emily joined me while the bacon and eggs were frying. Hair mussed, eyes half-lidded, wearing only my discarded T-shirt, her presence immediately stirred my dick to life. I closed the distance between us, but she held a hand in the air, stopping me.
“No time for that. I have to get ready for work.” She eyed the coffee pot. “But I need caffeine and bacon first.”
She reached around me to snag a piece of bacon and popped it in her mouth. I let her pass and went back to the stove, watching as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
