The desire to make her scream loud enough that the whole building heard drove me to thrust harder. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room. Dirty, yet erotic. The sight of her pert tits bouncing had one of my hands reaching out to tweak her nipples, going from one to another.
God, the sounds coming out of her mouth.
Each pitch forward seated me deeper. Her walls clenched so tight, it felt like a vice wrapped around me. Sweat formed on my forehead and down my back as I lost myself in the pleasure of her body.
Sex had never felt so good. I couldn’t begin to form words. Especially when she started to talk dirty, hips bucking against me.
“Fuck me, Mateo. Fuck me like a little slut.”
Oh, how I couldn’t wait to see how dirty and kinky she could be.
My hand slid up her chest to wrap around her throat, adding just enough pressure on the sides to restrict her breathing but not fully choke her out. A sinful smile took over my face at her whimper.
I could feel her walls clenching and pulsing, letting me know she was almost there. Her thighs clamped around my waist, keeping me close to her. I had no plans of going anywhere. I was going to stay here and fuck her through her orgasm and then another and another.
“That’s it, Emmie baby. Milk my cock.”
My words had the desired effect because she did just that. Her body twitched beneath me and bucked with each thrust of my hips. I wanted—no,needed—to make her come. I reached down and rubbed her clit in fast, firm strokes as I bottomed out inside her, skin slapping against hers.
“Come for me, Em. Come all over this cock,” I urged her on.
Her mouth parted, face red, hair stuck to her neck and forehead. “I’m coming,” she choked out.
Feeling her around me, I tightened my hold on her neck and slammed in deep. I watched as those gorgeous green eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of her head. Her entire body locked tight, thighs quivering, pussy clamped around me as she came.
I didn’t once let up, keeping her there as long as I could. The sight and feel of her triggered my own release.
I bared my teeth, pleasure licking my spine as I pushed completely inside her, balls slamming against her ass, and came deep inside of her. My shout was so loud, it had to be heard three doors down.
Emmie gasped for air as my hand left her throat, fisting the comforter below her.
“Oh, fuck,” I ground out, my cock twitching inside her, my body locked tight. Pretty sure I blacked out for a second.
It took me a full minute to recover, and I found myself lying on top of her. Her legs were still locked around me.
Breathing heavy, I gently pushed up, lifting myself. I brushed a strand of hair off her forehead, and she grinned up at me with a lazy expression.
“That was…”
“Magnificent?” I supplied.
“Mhmm,” Emmie hummed, running her hands up my arms to my shoulders. “That was fun.”
The way she said it was like she thought we were done. That we would just lie in bed together and that was it. We would…after a few more rounds.
“Oh, we aren’t done yet.” I rolled my hips against hers, earning me a gasp. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Warm,soft breath fanned my neck. My arm was dead asleep from the cute redhead lying on top of it, her body sprawled across mine. Emmie looked adorable when she was asleep. Pink lips parted, little snores once in a while escaping them.
It was early in the morning, the sunset barely starting to rise. We fell asleep only a few hours before, but I woke up about fifteen minutes ago. Partly because I wasn’t used to sleeping with someone in my bed, but also because my damn cock was hard as a rock even after everything we did last night. Emmie was completely to blame for that.
I stared down at her, a weird sensation pooling in my chest. I liked her. I liked hera lot.Which was weird since weonly met two weeks ago, but I did. She was sarcastic, hardworking, took no shit, and was kinky as fuck. It was mind-blowing to find all of that in one small package.
It’d been a long time since I felt anything like this for a woman. Hell, the last time was probably in university, but even that didn’t feel like this. That was more infatuation than anything else. With Emmie, I could see more—dates, pushing each other to do better, teasing, filthy sex.
I sucked in a quiet breath as sudden nerves spiked inside me. I wasn’t relationship material. I wasn’t the kind of guy women stayed with long-term. I was good for some fun, and then they moved on. And now with my name holding even more weight, women just wanted the ‘idea’ ofMateo Booneand the perks that came with that, rather thanme.
I already knew Emmie wasn’t like that. As an Olympian, I bet she dealt with her own issues, but the knowledge didn’t lessen the weight on my chest. I’d always been the catalyst, and I didn’t want it to be that way with Emmie. Not when this could actually become something.
