I do as he asked, and he kneels in front of me, bracing a hand on the back of the couch behind my head. With his other hand, he pumps himself slowly, capturing my mouth with his.
“I promise to take it slow with you, Mama. To show you more of how a man should treat a woman.” His lustful words tickle my lips, kicking up a heightened sensory bliss. “Tonight, your body deserves to be worshipped, but when the time is right and you’re ready, I’ll treat it with the disrespect I’ve been fantasizing about for way too fucking long.”
As he notches himself at my entrance, I smirk up at him. “You have a filthy mouth to match that big dick of yours, Mr. Richards.”
He pushes halfway inside, coaxing my tight pussy to accommodate him.
As he guides himself deeper, his thick cock invades my body until I’ve taken every inch he has to give.
I’m having sex with Emmett fucking Richards.
“You might have swallowed my whole dick, but you have no idea how much I’m holding back, Billie,” he grinds out, rolling his hips into me for the very first time. “I wanted to eat you out for longer, and I will once I’ve blown inside this perfect pussy and claimed what’s rightfully mine.”
Open-mouthed, I stare up at him, my expression pulling a chuckle from his chest.
He kisses my shock away, whispering more dirty words that bring me right to the edge. “I can’t wait to discover how we’ll both taste as we trickle down your thighs.”
I’m tempted to demand that we go without a condom right now. I want to feel him, bask in his warmth as he fillsme up.
But after one unplanned pregnancy, we can’t risk being irresponsible, even if I have the hottest hockey player hovering over my body.
“Can you feel that, Billie?”
He slips his hands beneath my ass and spins us around until he’s sitting on the couch and I’m riding him slowly, the weight of my body pressing his cock deliciously deep inside me.
He feels glorious.
“So good,” I whimper, leaning back so my hands are braced on his knees. The change in angle rubs his cock against my front wall, and it’s the best sensation of my life.
Emmett’s lips find my pulse point, hands tugging at the cami top I’m wearing. “Can I take this off?”
I don’t hesitate, lifting my arms overhead.
He tosses it by my jeans and then unclips my bra like a pro, dragging the straps down my arms.
When all my clothes are piled into a heap, his eyes settle on my breasts. As a teenager, there was very little I liked about my body, and following a baby, I like the way I look without clothes even less.
I can’t help but flinch at what he must be thinking now that he’s seen me fully naked. Most twenty-one-year-old women typically have toned muscles and unblemished skin, free from stretch marks. I’m sure that’s what Emmett was expecting each time we undressed each other with our eyes.
But as he cups the back of my head and pulls my mouth down to his, Emmett’s next words unleash a swarm of butterflies throughout my body. “It’s a goddamn privilege to see you like this, Billie.” Hands gently explore my tits, fingertips caressing my stomach. “Your body is the perfect canvas, a testament to the kind of strength I, one day, aspire to have. Don’t you dare shy away from what makes you so fucking beautiful, Mama. Show me the confident Billie that has me hooked around your little finger, addicted to what you’ll do or say next.”
I grin, and he winks, pulling his shirt overhead.
Sitting back into the couch, he braces his thick forearms behind his head. “Now, ride my cock like a good fucking girl. Use me like your plaything.”
Wearing the filthiest smirk, he keeps one hand behind his head and the other on my left hip, holding me steady until I come all over his dick.
“Give me another,” he commands, my hips losing their rhythm.
I shake my head at him, too sensitive, body trembling from its awesome high.
Licking his lips like he’s only just getting started, he sits up straight and grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I really need you to get used to coming multiple times whenever we fuck.”
He thrusts his hips up, and I groan deeply.
“And just in case you think this is a onetime thing, it isn’t. I’m going to fuck you a lot, Billie.” He moves beneath me again; delicious sounds of his body sliding in and out of mine punctuate the silence between his words. “On this couch.” Thrust. “In your kitchen.” Thrust. “On every surface at my place.” Thrust.
His face turns devilish when I release all over him, mouth falling open with another orgasm. I loop my hands around the nape of his neck, surrendering to the control he has over my body. Hungry for his delicious dominance.
