“Give me more, Emily.” I lowered my head and kissed her lips.
“You’re touching me, and I can barely think.” She whimpered as I lowered myself down her body, peppering her soft skin with kisses as I did.
“I’m grateful for your soft skin. So smooth, so perfect. I’m eager to see your ass turn pink.” She shivered as I sucked her nipple. My fingers coasted over her curves and palmed her other breast. “I’m grateful for your tits. They fit perfectly in my hands.” They really did. I brought my other hand to lift her leg to my hip.
“Your turn, E.” I lowered myself further until her legs rested over my shoulders.
“I’m grateful—” She started and paused as I pulled her panties to the side. Perfect. I sure as fuck was grateful at the sight of her. A glistening pink pussy, ready for devouring.
“Grateful for what, E?” I blew against her sex, and her legs trembled.
“Um. Oh. Um.” If she had trouble finding the words, then I’d give her some inspiration with one long roll of my tongue against her clit.
“Ok. I’m so grateful for that. So beyond grateful that you should do it again.” I laughed and rewarded her. Her hands gripped the sheets at her side as I pressed my lips to her. A hot kiss turned to sucking and lavish licks. So fucking good.
“I’m grateful for this delicious pussy.” I groaned against her and saw her head nod against my pillow.
“I’m grateful for that too,” she whimpered. “I mean. I don’t even know. Oh.”
“Hm… Doesn’t sound grateful enough.” I stopped and her upper half jackknifed up with a feral narrowing of her eyes.
“I’d be more grateful impaled on your cock,” she snarled, and I was up. Her panties were ripped off, my shirt already over my head.
“Tell me more,” I growled. I kicked off my boots, then my pants, and crawled back up her body.
“I don’t seem to be impaled, so I can’t tell you what I’m grateful for.” She tried to turn the tables on me, and it was working.
“Sounds like a problem.” I bent her knees to the side and lifted onto my knees. I wanted to see myself slide into her.
“Fix it, and I’ll be a grateful good girl.” She was a good girl. I pressed my hips forward, and her warmth surrounded the head of my cock.
“Fuck.” Every inch, every dip and slide back and forth, slayed every dream I’d had of her. She squirmed, and her hands went to her breasts as I pushed into her fully.
“E?” I looked away from our joined bodies to her face and saw the pinched expression.
“I’m ok. It’s just a lot.” She breathed and I started to ease out, worried I’d hurt her. “No, no. I’m grateful for your big dick, Vincent. Now fuck me with it.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Emily
Vincent wasn’t lying when he said I’d be sore from him impaling me with his monster cock. His bed probably had a permanent indent of my body already.
“So fucking good,” he groaned, and I swore I’d never seen a hotter sight than his abs flexing over and over as he thrust into me. Then those hands grabbed my hips, and my toes curled.
“I’m grateful you’re so fucking hot,” I moaned as my muscles tensed from the nearing climax. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Come on my cock, E.” Fuck, ok. I could do that. My back bowed as he slammed into me harder and faster to ride my waves of pleasure.
“V.” I cried out from the whole-body tremors that washed over me. Vincent groaned as I clenched him over and over. His hands palmed my tits once, and just as my orgasm came to an end, he pulled out and flipped me over to my knees.
“I’m grateful for this ass.” He massaged my cheeks, and I knew before the smack echoed around the room that it was coming. The sting only lasted a few seconds before he entered me from behind.
“Fucking hell, you’re a goddess.” He pulled my hips back to meet his with each thrust. I wasn’t gonna survive.
“Oh. Fuck. V. Come with me.”
“I’m with you.”
