“Mmm, what are you going to do with me?” Evie asks.
I push back from the mattress, removing my jacket, vest, and shirt. Then I unbuckle my belt. Evie doesn’t move. Her legs are still spread wide for me. Her pussy glistening with her need.
I undo my pants, dropping them to the ground before toeing off my shoes while stepping out of the piled material. My fist wraps around my cock. I’m fucking hard as a rock. I need her.
“Look how wet you are. Your cunt is dripping all over the bed, Evie.”
“Emmanuel, hurry up. Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I stroke my cock up and down.
“Touch me. Fuck me,” she pleads.
“Not yet. I’m staring at a work of art. If your pussy needs petting, mi alma, pet it. Touch yourself. Show me.”
Evie’s hand quickly finds her clit. Her fingers start circling. It’s fucking hot.
“Shove two fingers inside. Fuck yourself with those fingers as if you were riding my cock, Evie.”
She groans, but follows my instructions, all while staring right at my cock.
“Fucking perfection,” I tell her in Spanish. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to be walking with a limp.” She has no idea what I’m saying, but I do.
“Oh shit, E…” she moans, her fingers moving in and out of her wet hole.
“You coming is the best thing I’ve ever seen, Evie. I want to see it, now,” I say, and her body quivers.
“It’s better when you do it.” She smiles shyly at me.
“Didn’t you tell Charlotte that you’d had better?” I ask, turning her words back on her. I told myself I’dmake her eat those fucking words. Her fingers continue to thrust in and out of her wet hole. I can’t take my eyes off them.
“I lied. I’ve never had better than you. Please, E, I want your cock. I want to feel your cock inside me, E. I want you to make me feel the way only you can.” She stares at me, hopeful that I’ll put her out of her misery and fuck her the way she needs to be fucked.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask her, my fist squeezing my cock.
“Please…”
”You want me to fill that greedy little cunt with this? It’s ready for you.” I look down at my cock.
“Yes. Emmanuel, stop teasing me and give it to me. You said you’d give me anything I wanted. What I want right now is you,” she seethes. Her fingers don’t stop fucking her cunt, though. Her hips raise off the bed.
“You have me, always, mi alma.” I climb onto the bed again. I pull her fingers away from her cunt, bringing them to my mouth. I take my time sucking each one clean. “So fucking good,” I moan as her taste dances across my tongue. I lift her ankles, placing them on my shoulders, and position my cock at her entrance. “Are you ready for me?”
“More than ready. Fuck me, E,” she says.
One hard thrust and I bottom out inside her. Idon’t give her time to adjust to the intrusion. I go all in and fuck her. Thrusting hard, fast. Evie’s fingers claw down my back. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s drawing blood. Within minutes, her pussy is convulsing around my cock as she comes undone. My name on her lips as her screams echo off the walls.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Idon’t know how I let Charlotte talk me into these things. I’ve just arrived at Carlo and Antonia’s. They’re having a dinner party with all their friends. I’m just the ringer in, also the only one that isn’t part of a pair, which is glaringly obvious when I sit down at the table. There’s an empty chair next to me. I always feel weird at these fancy dinners, but knowing these areCharlotte’s new friends and Emmanuel’s old friends makes me feel even more out of place.
“Fuck,” Carlo hisses as the sound of the elevator rings out through the apartment.
“Pay up, fuckers. Ten G, each of you.” Louie points from Sammie to Carlo.
“What’d you bet on now?” Charlotte asks her husband.
“How long it’d take for Emmanuel to show up,” he replies. And sure enough, that’s exactly who just walked through the door.
