Her breath hitches.
And just like that, my control shatters like glass.
I stroke my cock in my hand, hard and heavy, before pressing the thick head of it against her entrance, gripping her hips, and thrusting inside with one rough, claiming stroke.
And I nearly see God.
Because just like in Miami, my Emma is impossibly tight—a reminder that this body is a goddamn blessing.
She cries out, red fingernails curving into the sheets. “God, Donovan—”
“You’re mine now,” I grind out, hips snapping forward. Each thrust drives her harder into the mattress, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, the scent and feel of her wet pussy breaking my self-control.
How she drips down my cock, soaking us both.
Reaching forward, I claw a hand into her heavy dark hair, fisting it, arching her back deeper as I pound into the pussy that belongs to me now, a rolodex of filth falling from my lips as I fuck Emma into oblivion.
“You like being fucked deep by your boss, don’t you, sweetheart? Admit it. This greedy pussy loves being used senseless by the man who signs your paychecks.” I say, grinding into to her wet heat. “Listen to you. Fucking singing for me. You like being fucked hard, don’t you baby?”
I set a relentless rhythm, designed to make her feel exactly what she does to me.
“Touch yourself.” I order. “Rub that little clit while I ruin this pussy.”
I don’t hold back. And she doesn’t either.
Because if there’s a more perfect fuck on Earth, I haven’t found it.
Because Emma—crying out in pleasure, her heart-shaped ass slapping against my hips—is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
I realize she’s coming before she even does, and I hold her steady through it, trapping her in place as her whole body locks, cries breaking free from her throat as she clenches around me.
I follow soon after, pumping deep inside her, hips jerking, brain blank with the force of it.
And for a moment, all I hear is the hard pounding of my heart in my ears. Then breathing.
Hers. Mine. Ours.
And it’s simultaneously labored, ragged—satisfied.
I stay that way, buried deep inside her, as I kiss her spine.
“You were so good baby.” I murmur roughly.
She smiles, still gasping, still twitching around me. If only that were enough…
Because the second I pull out of her, I don’t let her collapse. Instead, I catch her by the waist, dragging her back against my chest, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding down to her slick, pulsing center.
I press a kiss to her temple. "Stay here.”
She doesn’t move, and I ease her back onto the bed, before taking several strides to the ensuite bathroom.
One fresh towel I dampen with warm water, and a half-filled glass later, I return, sitting on the edge of the bed as Emma blinks up at me, long dark lashes fluttering.
“That was amazing.” she whispers, voice raspy.
I smirk and wipe between her thighs gently with the warm wet towel. “That was the point.”
She shivers.
