Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“I’m here. You’re here, so that’s where I’m going to be.” I stand upright and move her backwards into her rented condo, the door closing automatically once we’re inside.
“We’re doing this, really doing this, aren’t we?” Emily asks. My bag drops to the ground, and my other hand goes to her hip. She gets the memo when my hands are locking on them. Her hands hold on to my neck, and then she’s up in my arms, legs locked around my waist.
“Yeah, babe, we are. You may not get the wedding most girls dream about, but you want a ring, I’ll get that for you. Our kids, should we have them, will have two parents who love each other. What we have here, we’re gonna build on. It’s you and me, Em. That’s all that matters.”
“And that’s perfect for me and for us.” I go after her mouth, kissing her with the pent-up frustration of a man who’s not had his woman in entirely too many days. Emily matches me nip for nip, lick for lick, kiss for kiss, and I know this will be one for those times when we won’t make it to the bed again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
tate
“Babe,” I mutter against her lips. Em’s ass meets the back of the couch. No fucking way are we making it to the bedroom, not with the way the tips of her fingers are digging into my skin beneath my shirt or how her core is riding my cock beneath the jeans I’m wearing.
“Tate, hurry.” Her hands move from my sides to the button of my jeans, unclasping them, pushing them off my hips until I’m standing with my shirt on, pants to the ground, and Em’s hands are on my cock, jacking me entirely too slowly.
“You want it fast and hard?” I step back, divesting myself of the rest of my clothes. Her eyes are heated to the point where desire is written within. She attempts to come after me, but I shake my head, telling her to sit tight.
“You’re not playing fair. I need to feel you, Tate, all of you.” Her arms cross over the front of her body, and she pulls off her shirt, tits bouncing out, a bra or one of those scraps of lace things she wears beneath sometimes not on her body.
“Son of a bitch. You’re going to feel me, and soon, but we’re doing this my way, with you bent over the couch, ass shaking, body quaking, face in the cushions, because I know you, babe; you get loud. This isn’t my place or yours. Neighbors might get an inkling of what we’re doing. If not, they’ll call the cops.” This time when Em decides to get off the couch, I don’t stop her. I watch as she shimmies out of her leggings, clearly forgetting underwear this morning when she got dressed.
“Fuck, baby.” I step forward once her naked body is on display, soft, supple skin, light in complexion, ivory in color, cherry-tipped nipples the color of her lips in both areas, and if I didn’t want to feel all that slickness weeping from between Em’s legs, I’d be on my knees, lapping up every delicious inch.
“Like what you see?” She’s playing with me, not that I blame her. Every time we’re together, the looks we give each other, the words we say, it’s our own version of foreplay.
“You know damn well I do. Turn around and grab hold of the couch, Em. I’m going to take you from behind, play with that spot I know you like so much, and watch as you take each stroke of my cock.” My woman, fuck, I’m a lucky son of a bitch. She spins around, grabs the edge of the couch with her hands, and bends over. That’s not all she does either. Nope, that’s just the icing on the fucking cake. I watch as she spreads her legs, inviting me to take her just as I described.
“I think you owe me an apology in the best way possible, don’t you think?” Her long hair is falling down her back in thick waves, head tipped over her shoulder as she purrs those words to me.
“Damn right I do.” I step closer, lining up the head of my cock with her entrance, feeling how soaked she is, so greedy and needy that it attempts to suck me in before I’m ready. My hands span her lower back, sliding up until it reaches her shoulders, then I’m slamming deep inside her with one powerful thrust. I stop, allowing her to get used to this position. Obviously, I wasn’t too concerned about that at first, but that low moan in the back of her throat, one I’m not used to hearing, has me pausing.
“More, don’t stop, Tate. Please move.” I guess that answers my question on what she needs. Her back arches as she pushes her ass back into my groin, causing me to slide out. Before I thrust back in, my eyes go to the way my cock is working her pussy, seeing the wetness she’s saturating both of us with. Fuck, Em is so wet my balls are soaked. The noise of our combined groans and grunts echoes in the room. Thankfully, the back door is open, so maybe it’ll help keep the neighbors from worrying.