“That’s better. Such a good boy.” She winks, grasps my dick and engulfs me like a pro. My eyes roll back into my head is I moan so loud I’m surprised when the windows don’t rattle.
When I open my hand, my palm stings from where I’ve embedded my nails into it. I slid my fingers through her hair, earning me a swat in the thigh and the air hitting my damp flesh. Okay, no touching. I drop my arm back down to my side.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she engulfs me again. Up and down. Sucking tighter and letting the pressure go until my eyes are crossed, and the need to release is screaming in my veins.
“Is this what you want?” Her mouth remains full of me as I inhale and slowly exhale. “Do you want me fucking weak and needy for you?” She moans her agreement which adds that slightvibration that I need. So, fucking good. “I like you in control. Telling me what to do. Forcing me to submit to you.”
Each sentence is capped off with a whimper and nails digging into my thighs as she squeezes her legs together and wiggles as if she’s as close to the edge as I am. “That’s it, Pretty Girl, you’re so good at that.”
Her gorgeous eyes drink me in with her perfect lips wrapped around me. I’m going to marry this woman.
I grip her arms, lift her to her feet, causing her mouth to pop off my erection, and smash my mouth against hers. Wet. Hot. Fucking heaven. My head spins. I need this. I need her. I need her so fucking bad.
When I yank her top up, she does nothing to stop me. The only break between us is when I maneuver the shirt over her head and rip her skintight black shorts to expose every inch of my beautiful woman. I grip her face. “You’re all mine. Every fucking inch of you is mine.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better. I’m not going to say having you on your knees, sucking me off, and calling me a good boy didn’t have me hard as granite, but this….” I shake my head. “This beautiful face. Those gorgeous eyes. That mouth. I want it all. All day. Every day. Anyhow I can get it. I’m obsessed with you.” I grab her by the hips, lifting her off her feet until her legs wrap around my waist, and walk to the sofa’s edge.
She gasps when I spin her around and bury myself to the hilt in one fluid motion. She’s so wet. And tight. Perfect.
“Yes, please Jake, you’re so fucking big. It feels so good. You–”
Her breath hitches as I pound into her with unrelenting precision. I can’t stop. I can’t think. All I do is feel. And feel more of it. The way her pussy squeezes my dick. The way the back of her legs smack against my thighs. The silken flesh of her skin under my fingertips.
It’s not her mom’s kitchen island, which provided me with years of fantasies, but this is better. This is real. I’m inside her. Touching her. Claiming her. Reality beats any fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Oh, my God, Jake. Yes.” Her entire body quivers, causing my dick to spasm. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please, right there.”
My eyes roll back into my head as I plunge into her over and over again. Deeper. Faster. So, fucking fast and hard that her head lurches forward with every lunch of my hips.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. Jesus. Yes, fuck.” The words fall from her lips like an epitaph.
Perfect. I pull out from her still quaking walls to pump my cock as cum spills onto her ass.
“Why did you do that?” She glances at me over her shoulder.
“You’re mine.” I trace my finger through my cum, spelling my name on her ass. Before she can say anything, I drop to my knees, spread her thighs and ass cheeks wide and feast on her pussy. Wet, slick heat.
Between licks, I say, “I’m not done with you.”
I trace her puckered hole with my thumb and drop past the tight rim as I tongue fuck her. She whimpers with approval. That’s it, baby. I smile against her flesh as I flick and tug on her clit with my free hand.
“Jesus! Fuck!” she screams as another orgasm rips through her. This time, she collapses on the sofa with her face into the cushion and doesn’t move.
“Perfect.” I smack her ass as I stare at her in complete awe. This woman is mine, and I couldn’t be more in love with her if I tried.
A cry breaks through our heavy breathing. “I’ve got her.” I toss on my shorts and rush to the bedroom. What I wouldn’t give to make both of them mine. I stumble over my toe in the threshold between the living room and bedroom.
Shit. Don’t do that. Em has her for thirty days. That’s it.
Grace wiggles from side to side inside the swaddle thing that Emily tucked her into when she put her to sleep.
Or is it? Could it be more? Forever?
I rub my chest as Grace’s deep brown eyes meet mine. Do I want it to be more? Yes. There’s no question about it.
Does Emily? There’s no way she doesn’t. But is it possible?
