Those thoughts are out the window as I feel her hand circle my cock and give it a rough pull.
My eyes roll back, and I stop thinking of anything but Emery. My fingers are still wet from her pussy, so I bring them to my mouth and suck the taste of her off of my fingers, grinning around them when her eyes go wide.
For a moment, she pauses, but then like a fire, she burns brighter, pulling my fingers from my mouth, and slamming her lips against mine. I know she can taste herself, and it only seems to make her squirm more. She’s pressed against my cock, her wetness coating me, and I almost lose it.
Almost.
“Emery,” I groan, pressing her harder against the door. “You’re fucking killing me.” Wrenching the hot pink top she’s wearing up, I pull the cups of her bra down, letting her ample tits spill free.
If there was ever perfection, actual unflawed perfection to exist on earth, I’m convinced it’s perched on my dick right now.
Truly, I fucking believe it.
Emery Davidson is perfection. Her hips wide, and perfect for me to hold. Supple tits, an ass that leaves me at a loss for words.
I’m practically fucking drooling.
“Fuck me, Graham,” she begs, writhing against me, reaching for my cock again, and this time, she presses down with my head inside her. We both hiss when she slides down an inch, sheathing herself.
God damnit, she feels incredible, un-fucking-believable. My hands travel down to her ass as I roll my hips. Torturously slow. Her lips are on my neck, her hands under my t-shirt, scraping down my back as I grind upwards, rubbing her clit in the process, bottoming out.
I swear to God I see fucking stars.Actual fuckingstars.
“Jesus,” I groan, gripping her hips harder as I stand still. I can’t let this be over yet. Not a chance.
“Move,” she begs, rotating her hips back and forth.
“Unless you want this to be over before it starts, please for the love of God be still, Emery.”
Did Emery just fucking giggle?
I’ve never heard her giggle in my life and now she’s giggling about my lack of self-control.
“Wow, I think you just bruised my ego.”
My hands flex on her ass as I pull out slowly, then thrust back in, harder this time, pushing her up against the door.
“Impossible. It’s made of steel. Stop talking.”
I groan when I feel her contract around me, knowing she's getting off on the fact that she has this effect on me.
Nah, if this is the only time that I get with her, I have to make it fucking count.
Especially when it’s been a fantasy for far too fucking long. If I ever want it to happen again, I have to make her crazy for my dick.
My hand leaves her ass and travels up to the back of her neck where I grip her tight, forcing her to look up at me with wide eyes. “That mouth. I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you, Davidson.”
Her eyes dilate, flaming with desire. “You can try.”
And try I fucking will. Pulling out of her almost completely, until the tip of my cock is barely inside her, I begin fucking her in earnest. Hard, deep thrusts that send bolts of pleasure down my spine. Over and over, I pound inside her, gripping her neck as she thrusts in my arms.
It’s rough, sloppy, desperate, and everything I’d dreamed it to fucking be and more.
“I’m… I-I’m going to come.” She moans. Her rosy, pink lips are bruised from our kisses, her hair is damp and plastered to her forehead, and her cheeks are flushed red. She’s never looked more beautiful. Especially with the burn of my beard on her neck.
It makes me want to see the burn along her thighs.
Using my free hand, I drop my thumb to her clit and rub in sync with my thrusts, my eyes never leaving hers as the sound of our skin slapping fills the room, mixed with the breathless moans that tumble from her lips.