With a devilish smile, she slowly works her pants off until she’s only in a black G-string, the thin triangle of fabric between her legs barely concealing anything.
Fuck.
Me.
She pushes her hand through her hair and dips her head to the side. “What about my shirt? If I were to take that off, what are the rules on that?”
My mouth goes dry and my voice cracks when I answer her. “That’s . . . yeah . . . that’s totally okay.”
“I thought so.” She sits up on her knees and moves her hands slowly to the hem of her shirt but pauses. My dick pulses in my boxer briefs, begging for any sort of relief. In one smooth motion, she lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it to the side, leaving her completely bare-chested and beautiful.
Jesus. Christ.
Her tits.
Not huge, but perky as shit with little nipples that are hard like stone. And when she moves, they bounce slightly, letting me know there’s some weight to them. Fuck, I need my hands on them, now.
“Your turn.” She points to my shirt.
I want to be a savage beast and rip my shirt off from the collar to move this along, but I know what I have hiding under here, and I want to make sure I catch her appreciation. From behind my head, I pull my shirt over, then pull my arms through the sleeves and drop my shirt to the side. I sit up straight and watch as Emory’s eyes rake over my chest, a sigh falling past her lips.
“Why are you so hot?”
I chuckle. “No clue, babe, but I don’t want to dive into it. Come here.”
She shakes her head. “Lie down flat, I want to ride your cock.”
“Shit, Em.”
I lie down and she straddles my lap, the tip of my cock moving past the waistband of my briefs. She reaches behind her and shifts her G-string to the side so her warm . . . wet . . . pussy is right on top of my throbbing—yet-covered—erection.
Greedy and wanting to feel her, I slide my hands up her sides to her breasts where I take both in my hands. So fucking perfect, like heaven in my hands as I squeeze and rub my thumbs over her nipples. She breathes heavily and shifts along my length, spreading her arousal as I work her tits.
“God, Knox, this is all I think about when I’m around you, feeling your cock between my legs.”
Talk about a way to make a guy come on demand.
She sits back and slowly starts to move her hips. “I picture you above me, gliding your long cock in and out of me.” Her eyes are closed, her hair dances down her back, and my hands now rest on her thighs as she takes control.
Slow.
I want inside her, so fucking bad.
She starts slowly, feeling me out and testing how long I can last.
Answer: not very long at all.
I’ve wanted Em from the minute I laid eyes on her. I’ve been patient. I’ve become her friend, earned her trust, and even though I’m desperate to bury my dick so deep inside of her, this is good enough if it’s what she’s willing to give me.
One step at a time. It’s been my motto with her. And she deserves that and more.
The only protection between us is the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, which are already soaked from how turned on we both are, but she doesn’t seem to mind, as she encourages me with her hips.
Hands glide along the divots of my abs as her mouth falls open and her head falls to the side, pure lust in her expression. It’s sexy as shit, seeing her let go, watching her pleasure take over and seeing her give in to it. I want to see how much I can make her lose control. I want to know exactly what it looks like when her pussy clenches and I see nothing but pure euphoria unleashed.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I roll my teeth over my bottom lip and begin to move my hips to match her greedy movements, building the friction between us.
“Yes,” she quietly murmurs, slipping her hands to my sides, her thumbs pressing into my skin as she tightens her grip. “Knox . . . yes.”
Up and down. Up and down. She rubs her clit over my thick and hammering cock. Her beautiful tits shift with her rhythm, bouncing together, making my mouth water. I reach up and lift my torso as I bring one into my mouth and suck hard. She hisses as one of her hands grips the other boob and pinches her nipple. So goddamn hot. I knock her hand away and take over, sending her hips into a frenzy as a long, sexy moan falls from her lips.
She tastes so sweet. There’s a hint of vanilla and something I can’t place. Whatever it is, it’s all Emory. Amazing. Hot. Delicious.
I’m quickly becoming addicted to everything about this woman.
“More,” she says, bringing my head closer to her boob. I accept the invitation and suck even harder, adding a nibble that shoots her pelvis into a full-blown attack on my cock. Shit, in a matter of seconds my legs tingle and my stomach tightens.
God, my orgasm’s building, and she’s only been on top of me for five seconds.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she says, “I love how thick you are beneath me. Love how your muscles tense and ripple with every roll of your hips.”
Can’t hear that enough.
I pick up my pace, shooting my hips into hers, watching as her mouth falls open with every thrust. When her fingers connect with my nipples, I let out a long, aroused moan. Fuck . . . yes. She scrapes her nails across them, causing me to jolt my hips up even harder.
“Oh God,” she cries out. “Don’t do that. I want to last longer.”
“Don’t play with my nipples then,” I groan as the devil woman herself takes one between her fingers and thumb. “Fuck, Emory. Don’t.” My hands fall to her thighs, where I intentionally move her faster.
She pinches again.
“God damnit,” I groan. My eyes squeeze shut as my cock grows even harder with need. And when she does it one more time, I let out a guttural growl and attempt to flip her to her back, but she stops me.
“No. I want to ride you.”
“And I want to fuck you,” I admit, my will snapping.
“No fucking,” she states, breathless.
“Emory.”
“No. This or nothing. I’m not winning this bet in the heat of passion.”
“Fucking hell,” I say in agony. I desperately pull on the short strands of my hair, trying to gather myself.
She takes that moment to lean back and rest her hands behind her, so she’s propping herself up on my thighs. My gaze falls to our connection where I catch a glimpse of her aroused and wet pussy.
Shit.
Fuck.
I want that pussy so damn bad.
I lick my lips, my eyes jumping to hers for a brief second before they fall back to our connection. So damn sexy. I sit up on my elbows as she leans back farther and feverishly rocks her hips, creating a scorching angle for the both of us. She’s so wet. Hot. Fuck.
“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back. “Oh God, yes. Right there,” she says, moving her hips even faster.
Shit, hearing her, feeling her . . . my balls tighten.
“Knox, oh God, right there.” I thrust my hips up, her tits jiggle, her mouth parts as an indistinct sound flies out of her mouth. She flings forward, her hands falling to my chest as she rides my cock harder than before, and that’s all it takes. My entire body ignites and then goes numb as the first wave of my orgasm hits me like a Mack truck to the chest.
Sparks ricochet through my body the minute she groans my name, the sound so desperate. Fucking hell. My hips fly up against hers, my control snaps, and we both orgasm, grinding out every last ripple of pleasure until our hips finally slow.