“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m still on edge.”
“It’ll calm you down.” I went over to the bar and poured two glasses of whisky. “Drink.”
She took it and sipped and then made a face. “I’m not a fan.”
“Doesn’t matter.” I knocked mine back. “Drink.”
She drank it and shook her head, making a face. “Ugh, man, that’s gross.”
“You get used to it.”
“Not sure I want to.” She handed me the glass. I put hers down and poured myself another.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“I guess. As okay as I can be.”
“You did good.”
“I thought you were pissed that I disobeyed your orders.”
I smirked at her. “I want you to obey me, but I’m just happy you got through it.”
“I’m obeying your orders when it comes to our lives,” she clarified, “and that’s it.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that, princess. I’m sure you’ll be begging for more orders soon enough.”
“I don’t think so.”
“When that skin is under my tongue, sweating and moaning, you’ll do what I say and you’ll beg for more.”
She gaped at me for a second and then shook her head. “I’m going to try and get Mason down for a nap.”
“Think you can?”
“He normally naps around now, so we’ll see.”
She walked hurried over to him, pulled him from the car seat, and carried him back into the bedroom.
I watched her go, grinning slightly to myself. There was nothing I wanted more after killing a man than pussy, and from the way she had just looked at me, I suspected she was thinking the same thing
After a second glass of whisky and about a half hour, she emerged from the bedroom.
“How is he?” I asked.
She sat down next to me, legs curled underneath her. “Asleep finally.”
“Seems like a good kid.”
“Yeah, he is pretty good.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I’m just afraid of what this will do to him.”
“Nothing,” I said. “Nothing will happen to him. I promise.”
She bit her lip, looking at me. I felt my blood pulse hard in my veins. “How can you say that after today?”
“They got lucky,” I said softly, “but you saw what I’m capable of.” I moved closer to her on the couch. “I won’t let any lesser man touch you or Mason. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Emory,” she said, matching my tone. “I’m afraid.”
“Of course you are. You’d be insane not to be.”
“But I trust you. I don’t know why, but I do.”
I grinned at her. “It’s because you know what I can do.” I felt my cock hardening as I stared at her lips.
“You don’t sound like you’re talking about fighting anymore,” she said.
“I’m not. You know what I can do to your body. You trust me because you know I can have complete control.”
“I don’t know.”
“You know.” I moved closer to her, our faces inches apart.
“Make me understand.”
I reached out and took her hair gently and tipped her head back. She gasped as I kissed her neck. “I can make you do a lot of things, princess.”
“Prove it, Emory.”
I pressed my lips hard against her mouth, kissing her deep and rough. She gave in to me right away, kissing me back, wrapping her arms around me. I held her hair as I kissed her, my whole body tingling and lightning hot, my cock hard as fuck and straining to get out of my pants.
“We have to be quiet,” she said as I kissed her neck again, my hands roaming her body.
“Tell yourself that,” I said. “You’re the one that’s going to be moaning my name.”
“Emory,” she gasped as I kissed her neck, my hands slipping down between her legs.
“Exactly, princess. Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this pussy for so long.” I rubbed her over her shorts and she tensed her arms.
“Is this a good idea?” she asked.
“This is the best idea I’ve ever had.” I rocked back and kissed her hard again. She pressed her body against mine, moving her hips against my hand as I worked her.
I pulled back and quickly unbuttoned her shorts and then pulled them off. I loved the way they slid over her legs, revealing these fucking sexy panties. I got her shorts off and then pressed myself against her, my hand working her soaking, useless panties.
“Shit,” she gasped. “I’m so fucking wet.”
“You’re damn right you are.” I pressed my hand underneath her panties, finding her soaked clit. “Absolutely dripping fucking wet. I knew you were practically begging for my cock.”
I began to work her clit, moving in soft circles as she moaned into my mouth. We kissed like that, tongues touching, fire lancing down my veins, my cock hard as fuck as I worked her clit with my skilled hands.
She moved her hips against me, clearly losing herself. Every fucking move she made drove me wild, made me harder. She had no fucking clue how sexy she was with every moan, every motion. I pressed my fingers deep inside her and she tipped her head back.
“Oh fuck, Emory,” she gasped. I kissed down her neck and throat. “How do you make me feel so good?”
“You have a body built for fucking sex,” I whispered. “This tight, wet cunt is begging for it. You just needed a man who knew what he was doing.”
I moved my hands out and quickly pulled off her shirt. She threw herself at me, kissing me hard. Her hands fumbled with my belt, pulling it open. She pulled my jeans open and I helped her pull them off.
She pressed herself on top of me, straddling me on the couch, her soaking cunt rubbing up against my fucking hard cock as she kissed me. She moaned, working her hips, rolling herself along my hard length. I grabbed her full ass and slapped it, loving that sweet thing. I reached around and pressed my hand down her panties again, finding her clit, and began to work her.
She kissed me harder, moaning as I worked her. She moved her hips in time to my hands while she gripped the back of the couch. I kissed down her neck and unhooked her bra with my free hand.
“I remember,” I said softly, “how incredible you taste. Do you remember?”
“How could I forget?”
I grabbed her hips and pushed her off me, laying her down along the couch. I grinned up at her as I slid her panties off, revealing that perfect little pussy.
“Fuck,” I said. “Spread those legs, girl. I want that cunt. I want to suck that clit until you can’t think.”
“Emory,” she gaped as I pressed her legs open and began to lick her pussy bottom to top.
I began to suck and lick her clit, working her with my tongue, loving the taste of her cunt. Every inch of her drove me wild as I reached up and felt her breasts. She pulled her bra off and tossed it onto the floor as I teased her nipples and slipped my tongue inside her.
“Oh my god, Emory,” she moaned. “Holy shit. I don’t know how you make me feel this way.”
I smirked as I kept eating her and moved one hand down to slip a finger deep inside her. I sucked and licked her clit like that, pushing it deep inside her. Tara’s whole body tensed and writhed as I worked her.