Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Really?” she asks, almost shyly.
“Really,” I promise. “I wish you had told me how you were feeling at the chalet. I would have told you all this, made you believe me when I say that I can handle anything you throw my way, because I want you. All of you.”
Another tear falls before I can wipe or kiss it away, and she leans in to kiss me again. This kiss is different, though. It’s not desperate or rushed; rather, it’s full of adoration. Want. Need. Possession. I squeeze her ass, wanting her to become one with me so I never have to let her go. I know this is just going to cause more problems for me, and there is a lot more that she and I need to discuss. I can’t ignore the fact that I’m saying things that I do mean, but that I might not be able to give her right now. I don’t know if she’ll wait for me, but I have to ask. I have to beg, because there is no way in hell I’m letting go of her.
Not again.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Quinn
I move toward the couch, sitting down as Emery straddles my lap. When she settles her center against my cock, we both groan in delight before I take her dress and lift it up and over her head. I toss it to the side as I drop my eyes to her naked chest. I swallow as I run my fingers along the curve of her breasts, loving how soft her skin is and how her rosy nipples pucker just for me. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising and falling so rapidly, causing her breasts to jiggle in an enticing way.
I lean in, capturing one nipple between my lips before I suck the pebbled nub. She runs her fingers through my hair, her groans filling the room as she starts to rub her center along my rigid cock. I move my hand from where it’s gripping her hip and bring it between us. I hook my forefinger into the fabric that’s hiding what I want, groaning when my knuckles skim her wetness, and yank on the panties, ripping them off with ease. I’m pleased when she cries out in surprise as I lift them up between us. I lean back a bit, my eyes on hers as I bring them to my nose. Like a fucking junkie, I inhale her aroma, needing a hit after three years without her. She swallows thickly, a lusty sigh leaving her lips as I continue to breathe her in.
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget the smell of your wet pussy. It’s my favorite scent,” I say with a wink before I throw them to the floor.
“God, I want you.”
“You got me,” I say as I glide my fingers between her hot lower lips and groan when I find her soaked. “Fucking hell, Em. All this is for me?”
She arches against my fingers. “You know it is.”
My cock throbs as I swirl my finger through her wetness, dragging her juices from her entrance to her clit and then back. “That’s fucking right, it is. God, you feel so good.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her eyes slowly shutting.
“Oh, no. Keep those eyes on me while I finger-fuck this tight little cunt.”
She gasps. “Fuck, I forgot how filthy your mouth can get.”
“Just wait until I’m consuming this cunt with said mouth,” I grit out as her eyes meet mine. “Then you’ll truly remember how filthy I can be.” Her pupils blow out, and Jesus Christ above, I’m coming home. I love this girl’s pussy; I do. But those eyes? They are everything to me. She cries out when I bury two fingers inside her warm center. I love listening to music, but if her cries were the only thing I’d be able to hear for the rest of my life, I’d be satisfied.
Emery’s walls clench around my fingers as I move them in and out of her. I flick my tongue over one nipple and then the other as I watch her pleasure build. Her chest is flushed, her neck the same, as her mouth parts and her body jerks from how much force I’m using to fuck her sweet pussy. I love how she feels around me, but this isn’t enough. This is like an appetizer before I get what I really want. I know she’s almost there. I can see it in the way her breathing has picked up and how her eyes hood. Fuck, I want all her orgasms. For the rest of my life.
I curl my fingers up in her, knowing I’ve hit her sweet spot, before I press my thumb to her clit, and she explodes like I knew she would. She cries out, her fingers digging into my shoulders before I bite down on her nipple, making her cry louder. She wheezes for breath, but surely she knows better than that.