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Graham
I’m goingout of my mind. A man is only so strong, and I could be the strongest man in the world and Istillwouldn’t stand a chance resisting Emery Davidson.
Not a fucking chance.
Emery Davidson is the kind of woman who brings men to their knees. Good thing being on my knees between my wife-to-be’s thighs isexactlywhere I intend to stay.
I want nothing more than to drive her over the edge with my tongue and my cock, each and every chance I get.
Doesn’t help that we’re sleeping in the room where I grew up, sharing my childhood bed that barely fit me as a teenager, let alone a grown-ass man. Every morning for the last week, I’ve woken up with her ass pressed against my cock and had to use every ounce of willpower I had to pull myself out of bed and sprint to the bathroom to take care of it.
My hand isn’t cutting it anymore, not when the girl of every wet dream I’ve had for the last two years is lying next to me.
Another breathy moan leaves her, and I roll over, shoving the pillow under my head to try and get comfortable.
Which doesn’t work.
When I feel her ass brush against me, I groan.
“Em, I can’t fucking take it anymore. I can’t do it.”
I hear her laugh, then she rolls over carefully, tucking her hands beneath her head as she gazes at me. The blue of her irises seems to burn brighter than normal, under the pale moonlight streaming in.
“What do you mean?” She bats her eyelashes, feigning innocence.
This girl.
Reaching out, I haul her against me, as gently as I can with her growing stomach. Gotta protect my girls.
“You know exactly what you’re doing. Cruel woman. My dick’s about to bust through my shorts,” I complain, thrusting against her, so she can feel the evidence herself.
“Mmm, weren’t you the one who said we should be hands-off while at your mom’s house.”
She whispers, snaking her hand down the front of my gym shorts, wrapping her fist around the length of me and squeezing… not even remotely gently.
I hiss in response. “Emery…”
A warning. My restraint is hanging by a damn thread and I’m about two seconds from fucking the shit out of her right in this bed.
“Graham,” she breathes my name like a prayer, pumping me once, then again, “I need it. I need you to make it all better.”
God damnit.
Fuck it.
I crash my lips to hers, drinking her in after depriving us both for the last week, savoring the sweetness of her kiss. My hands thread in her hair, holding her to me, angling her mouth so I can kiss her deeper, our tongues tangling in the hottest kiss of my life.
I tear my lips from hers, panting. “Can you be quiet? If I make it all better, will you be a good girl and be quiet?”
She nods, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, causing me to kiss her once more, harder this time. Rougher than I usually am, but fuck, we’ve been all but edging each other for the last week. A brush against my cock, her ass grinding against me all night while she prances around in those cutoff jeans, made just for me to have to bite my fist to keep from taking her against every surface.
When I say I can’t get enough of her, I mean it. I could have her every day and it still never be enough.
My fingers skim beneath the waistband of the old boxers of mine she threw on to go to sleep, and wordlessly pull them down her hips. Underneath, she’s got on a pair of cheeky boy shorts that cause me to groan. I slide my hands beneath her and grab a fistful of her ass, leaning down to drag my nose along the seam of her pussy through the lace.
“I’ll never get enough of this.” I pull the underwear down her hips, slowly, carefully, even though the last thing I feel is patient. Dragging them down her legs, I remove them, leaving her bare.
Her skin is milky in the pale moonlight, kissed by the darkness, and I can’t help but drag my tongue along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. I spread her open, admiring how perfect her pussy is, pink and glistening, waiting to be devoured.
