"Alex, you're driving me cra—" She can't finish the sentence, which just drives me harder. I seem to like reducing her to incoherence.
But this isn't what she asked for. Not what either of us needs right now.
I pull back, standing up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her leg slides off my shoulder, and I hold her steady until she finds her balance.
"Jeans," she says, fingers going to my belt. "Off."
I help her, pushing them down along with my boxers, freeing my cock. She wraps her hand around it, stroking and spreading the precum at the tip with her thumb.
Emily is so fucking gorgeous like this.
I lift her again, hands under her thighs, spreading her wide. The position lines us up perfectly, the head of my cock pressing against her pussy.
"Your pussy is so perfect, Em."
"Alex, please. Shut up and fuck me."
Chuckling, I push in slowly, the resistance almost overwhelming. She's tight, wet, perfect. Her breath hitches, her inner muscles clench around me as I slide deeper. When I'm fully seated, I have to take a moment to breathe.
Christ, this is so much better than all those filthy fantasies I had in the shower as I jerked off to thoughts of her. My cock twitches, and Emily whimpers. It's the sexiest sound I've ever heard.
"You feel that?" I growl against her ear. "Feel how much I want you? How perfect you feel around me?"
She just closes her eyes and nods.
"Selena lied." I pull out almost completely, then thrust back in hard enough to make the door rattle. "I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you."
I slam into her, deeper this time, as I try to find my rhythm. Emily whimpers again, nails raking down my back.
My thrusts become faster, harder, and more merciless. I'm pounding into her like a man possessed, my muscles contracting with the need to fill her with my seed.
Her legs tighten around me, heels digging into my lower back.
"You like this, Em? Like me claiming you like this?" I adjust my grip, changing the angle, and she gasps. "Between the rattling door and your whimpers, everyone will know what's happening here."
The door shakes with each thrust now. Anyone walking by would hear us, hear her moans, the wet slap of our bodies connecting. I don't care. Let them hear. Let them all know.
I drop my mouth to her neck, finding her pulse point, sucking hard. Marking her again where everyone will see.
"God, Alex. I'm close."
One hand leaves her thigh, finding its way between us, my thumb circling her clit. She's soaking wet, making it easy to slide against her sensitive flesh.
"Come for me, Em. Come on my cock."
Her breathing changes, becomes more erratic. Her pussy flutters around my cock, the first tremors of her orgasm. I keep the pressure steady on her clit, keep thrusting at the same angle, pushing her ever closer to the edge.
When she comes, it's with a deep moan, her head thrown back, body arched away from the door. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in rhythmic pulses, pulling me deeper, milking me.
The sensation has me barreling towards my own release. A surge of heat, violent and sudden, courses through me. I thrust deep one last time and let go, coming hard inside her.
"Emily," I groan, burying my face in her neck as the pleasure crashes over me. "Fuck, Emily."
For a minute, maybe longer, we don't move. I'm still inside her, both of us breathing hard. Her head rests on my shoulder, and her heart pounds against my chest.
After what feels like a long time, I finally ease out of her and set her down carefully. Her legs wobble, and I have to steady her.
"Sorry. My legs don't seem to be working."
