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“What?”
“I don’t… I can’t…”
“Why?”
“You want the fucking truth? Well, brace yourself, handsome.” Fucking hell, my woman might be just as crazy as me. “It fucking wrecked me to walk away from you. From us. I never felt so connected to a man. Ever. In my entire life. But what was I supposed to do? Wait till you woke up and escorted me out? Maybe took my number for next time?”
She’s absolutely magnificent, eyes throwing daggers, full tits rising and falling at the rhythm of her rapid breathing. I have no words. She never felt so connected with any other man…
I bend down and thoroughly take Emma’s mouth in a deep, hot, wet, lingering kiss. Almost feeling dizzy with the sensation. The languid strokes of our tongues, Emma’s full soft lips, the incredible taste of her. I’ll never get enough of this woman’s taste. She whimpers and moans into my mouth. I growl into hers, nip at her lips, and knead handfuls of her engorged breasts. Pressing my erection against her core, bending at the knees to align the apex of our legs. Rocking my hips against hers. And she fucking meets me roll for fucking roll. Long, sensuous sweeps of our tongues. Deep, fervent kisses from her pillowy lips. Maddening grazes of her sharp teeth. And the feel of my big hands all over her goddamn curves. I grab, massage, knead, and gently caress her full flesh. All the while, Emma runs her fingers through my hair, gripping my neck like it’s a lifeline. I fill my palms with generous handfuls of her breasts, hips and ass. My knuckles gently rubbing at her taut nipples. Pinching and rolling them. My growls and her moans mingle in the same beautiful symphony we played during our night together. Her body molding to mine. When I chance a hand under her skirt, I find Emma’s panties so damp, her upper thighs are covered with wetness. She’s shamelessly rubbing her pussy against the muscular thigh I shoved between her legs. Her fingers grabbing on to handfuls of my hair. My mouth tracing a hot, damp path down the sensitive skin of her neck, making her shiver. My huge paws circling her waist. A low, husky grunt vibrating through my chest. My hard cock pressing against her thigh, the friction driving me absolutely bonkers. My heart, body and mind thanking the universe in concert, and rejoicing in this holiday miracle.
I turn her around to face the back of her couch and run the tips of my fingers over the soft skin at the back of her thighs, pushing her pencil skirt up to reveal her fucking lacy panties.Fuck.
“Good girl,” I purr, running my palms over Emma’s luscious ass.
She lets out a moan that’s part intense pleasure, part maddening frustration, and arches her spine, pushing her ass closer to me. Closer to my thick fingers, already coated with her juices. Closer to my erect cock, that can’t wait to plunge long, deep, and hard into her warm, tight wetness.
“You fucking ready for me, baby girl?” I rumble.
Emma grits between clenched teeth, “now, baby, please.”
I find it in me to chuckle, before undoing my fly and pulling out my dick. I push aside the hem of her panties and align my thick cockhead with her entrance.Fuck, my woman is so fucking hot!All that soft brown skin, those puffy, glistening pussy lips. I grab her by the hip, needing to anchor myself, feeling my grasp on reality fade. And slowly, achingly, push inside. It’s like coming home after an eternity of being lost in the desert. As soon as our flesh connects, I almost come and Emma lets out a long, drawn-out whimper. Her tight, wet pussy hungrily wrapping itself around me in the most delicious, most excruciating intimate kiss. I push further, as her body sucks me in, and she pushes her full, round ass back into me. My bottom teeth bite down on my lower lip and I throw my head back, my eyes rolling in their sockets.Fuuuck!
11
Emma
When I came home from the nail salon a couple of hours before our apartment complex Christmas party, there was a sleek black Maserati parked on the other side of the street. By the time I reached our gate, Alex had jumped out of the car and made his way to me.
My famished eyes took in his appearance. He was as tall, broad, and beautiful as ever. But the dark circles under his eyes were possibly worse than mine. His jaw was locked tight, and he looked as amazing as the first time I laid eyes on him.
He was here! For me. I felt my heart flutter and a myriad of butterflies take flight in my stomach. Alex looked dashing in a tailored black suit and crisp white button-down, hair combed back, jaw shaven, his acute gaze hooking me.
* * *
Now, he’s again fucked me twelve ways to Sunday and we’re standing in the middle of my living room in another standoff. Alex holds me by the back of my neck in a firm gesture, lowering his face mere inches from mine, and says in a rumble, enunciating each word, “you… are… mine, Emma Gomis.” His thumb caresses the soft, sensitive skin at the base of my scalp. As he speaks, his head descends on mine, ever closer, so close that his last sentence is whispered directly on my lips.
I let out a shaky, “Alex, back off…” and never get to finish my sentence.
He growls once more, “fucking mine,” before assaulting my mouth with a ravaging kiss. His full lips caress and bruise mine, his tongue gently licks and plunders into my mouth. The hand at my neck holds me firmly, while his other one grabs my hip in an almost bruising manner.Fuck. I’m in a complete daze at the sensations invading my mind, body, and heart. I vaguely realize I’m rubbing my pulsating core against Alex’s massive erection. Panting and purring, my nails digging into the starched fabric of his dress shirt. Alex hums deeply from the back of his throat, his tongue lashing at mine, lips relentless, big hands feeling like they’re touching me all over at once. He lifts me under my ass, wrapping my legs around his waist, bringing our midsections impossibly closer. And I let out a long, drawn-out cry that’s a mix of pleasure and torturous frustration.
“Please,” I implore for mercy, for deliverance from his maddening spell.
“What do you want, love?” He rasps, as he’s covering the top of my breasts with hot, full-mouthed kisses.
“Make me come, please…” I beg shamelessly through a moan of ecstasy.
“That, my queen, would be my honor,” he growls.
Alex lifts me like I weigh nothing, and sets me on top of a cabinet. Then he takes a step back, just far enough that he can study me. Take in my mussed hair, glazed over eyes, bee-stung lips, and panting chest.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Alex drags my knees apart, fitting himself between my shaking thighs. His voracious stare takes in my soaked black lace underwear. The brightness from the ceiling light, no doubt, hiding very little.
“So fucking perfect,” he rasps, eyes never leaving my center.
It’s like he’s touching me there, even before he pushes the lace aside, provoking a full body tremble. Then, there’s no preamble, exactly like I’ve been fantasizing he’d do. Alex fucking takes what he wants. He presses the pad of his thumb to my clit as two long, thick fingers travel down my parted folds. I let out a long, drawn out whimper…It feels so goddamn good!The perfect blend of pressure and friction, making me writhe like a woman possessed. Alex’s flaming, dark eyes move hungrily from my face to my spasming pussy. Drinking in all my reactions and licking and biting his full bottom lip, before his other hand lets go of the full fleshed hip it was kneading, and pulls down the neckline of my top. My plunging lacy bra follows, exposing my chest to his burning eyes and heavy breaths.
