I pushed into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His breathless grunts and stifled groans sent shivers down my spine. His hand was furiously tangled in my hair and his cock kept growing in my pussy. The sounds of wet skin smacking together filled the air around us and the heat in my body began to build again. My body jerked and my ass jiggled, and his cock grew thicker and thicker as my pussy wettened for him.
And with each smack of his balls against my clit, I was thrown closer and closer to that edge.
“Emma. I’m so close.”
“Keep going. Just… a little more. Right there. Ryan. Don’t move. Keep going. Shit. Yes. Oh… fu-”
I pushed back into him one last time and his hips stilled against my ass. My pussy clamped down around his cock, holding him in a vice grip and rendering him motionless. I felt him twitching. Pouring his hot cum into me as my pussy milked him dry. My legs jumped and my arms tensed, and I felt myself slipping from the kitchen table.
“I got you. Hold on.”
Ryan’s arms caught me mid-fall and picked me up into his body. My back was pressed into his chiseled chest and I closed my
eyes to take in the heat of his body. His cock slid from between my legs and I could feel our juices dripping to the floor. Coating the insides of my thighs. Filling his kitchen with smells of us.
My head fell back into his shoulder as he picked me up in his arms.
I could feel his legs were unsteady as well, but he made a good show of not allowing it to hinder him. My eyes were already drooping as he led me into a darkened room. I felt my body descend onto something soft. Cool. Silk covers were being slid over my bare legs and something warm descended onto my cheek.
“Goodnight, Emma. I’ll wake you up in time to get home and dressed for work.”
And instead of fighting for my right to return him, I succumbed to the cool sheets of the bed beneath me and slipped into a dark, endless slumber.
In the guest bedroom of Ryan’s penthouse apartment.
Eleven
Emma
“This is Miss Gentry speaking.”
“Miss Gentry. This is Maria Espinoza. The CPS agent?”
“Hello there. How can I help you?” I asked.
“I was wondering if you could meet myself and Mr. Atkins after school today. In his office?”
“That won’t be an issue. Is something wrong?”
“There are just some things that need to be discussed. Don’t worry. We’ll get into all of it this afternoon. Thank you for your time.”
The phone call was short and sweet but had me on my toes all day. Why in the world was the CPS agent and the school administrator wanting to have a meeting with me? I tried to stomach my worry until I could get the kids off to their school buses to go home, and I made sure Zoey, Hunter, and Benjamin were picked up in a timely manner. Their buses had been changed to have them dropped off at Ryan’s place, and they were having a hard time remembering which buses to get on.
So I made sure to double-check before sending them off.
I drew in a deep breath before I went back inside. I headed for the school administrator’s office and I saw both of them waiting for me. And neither of them looked happy. I was very concerned. Multiple things were running around in my head.
But it didn’t take long for them to get to the point.
“Miss Gentry, have there been any changes in Zoey Aaron’s behavior at school?” Mr. Atkins asked.
“No, sir. She had a few days there where she didn’t feel well, but she isn’t acting out if that’s what you’re asking,” I said.
“No back-talking? Or temper flare ups?”
“Nothing that isn’t common for a girl Zoey’s age,” I said. “Now can I ask what this is about?”
Maria and Mr. Atkins looked at one another before I was ushered into the administrator’s office.