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“Lift up, baby, let me wrap my arm around you.”
Her lazy body complies, but she doesn’t open her eyes as I lick down her neck and push in and out of her. With one arm on her bump and the other playing with her tits, I have no choice but to move quicker, the excitement of fucking my girl becoming too much. “Fuck, baby. I marked you so good. Open your eyes and see.” I stare over her shoulder at the huge hickey on her tit from last night. If I had my choice, it would be on her neck, but I’m pretty sure her brother wouldn’t think twice about popping an extra hole in my head.
Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles lazily as she pushes her ass into me. “Be a good girl and play with your clit for me.”
One of her arms bands around the back of my head as I pepper kisses along the column of her neck, and when her nails dig into my scalp, I slam into her harder. Her fingers are toying with her clit. “Do you like seeing my mark on you?” I groan against her as her ass continues to press against my hips, her perfect pussy squeezing me as though determined to keep me inside, and I revel at the thought.
“Yes. I love seeing your mark on me.”
I nip at her neck and chuckle when she sucks in a panicked breath. “Shaw.” She moans in warning, making me want to spank her ass, and I have no choice but to comply.
Her fingers brush over where we’re joined, and she whimpers. “That’s right, Red. That’s me fucking you, filling you with my cum. Feeding it to my hungry girl.” Her fingers work faster with each word spilling from my filthy mouth.
“Reminding you this pussy is mine. Not that bastard’s.” I slam inside her harder. “A real fucking man to please my girl’s pussy.” I squeeze her tits hard, and they spill out of my hands. I fucking love it, and my cock does too. Emi throws her head back against my chest, and I stare at her as she comes hard around my cock, milking it to the point I have no choice but to give in. “Fuck.” I wanted it to last longer this morning; I wanted a fucking eternity. I take her lips in mine and hold her close to me as I flood her pussy, making our juices gush between us.
Our breaths are labored when we finally pull apart.
“I’m taking you out today.” Her eyebrows shoot up, and she maneuvers herself so she’s facing me. My poor cock weeps as it slides out of her warmth.
“Where?” Her eyes search mine, and I try to tamper down her unasked question: if I asked Luca’s permission.
“Over to Tate’s parents’. For dinner.” Emi’s eyes soften as she considers what this means. Tate’s parents are the closest thing I have to a family of my own, before her and bump.
Effectively, I’m taking her to meet the parents.
Finally.
EMI
Mr. and Mrs. Kavannah are not what I imagined. They’re refined and have social standing not dissimilar to my own upbringing. No wonder Luca was okay with me coming here. Mrs. Kavannah explained that they became an extended family to Tate’s friends over the years, and Tate rolled his eyes as though he’s heard the story a thousand times.
Owen, Mase, and Tate have joined us for dinner, along with Tate’s younger brother, Dex. He’s eighteen although he looks older; he’d easily pass for twenty-one.
Shaw’s hand tightened in mine when I greeted Dex, and he tugged me beneath his chin, making Dex laugh and slap him on the back at his ridiculous actions.
“Each year, Steph and Mark hold a dinner to raise funds for foster families and their kids to attend college. Then during the summer, they open their home to some foster children for them to have a break from their foster family,” Shaw explains as we eat dinner.
I glance around the dining room and out into the garden. There’s a pool, beautifully manicured lawns, tennis courts, and a treehouse.
I imagine to some foster children this must truly be heaven. “It’s incredible,” I tell Steph, who smiles broadly at mine and Shaw’s joined hands.
“How old are the children you have staying with you?” I’m already wondering out loud; I can’t help it.
Tate chokes on his water, earning a grin from Owen, who has pretty much been silent for the duration of dinner.
“Anywhere from four to eighteen,” Steph replies with a wistful smile.
Tate glowers and I glance around the table, wondering what the cause might be, when the front door opens and Steph darts toward the entrance.
Tate shovels food in his mouth, so I look to Owen, but when he hears the voice of another woman, his spine straightens on alert. I glance at Shaw, who has squeezed his eyes closed, as if asking for mercy, making me chuckle.
“Mom, it’s fine. Jeez, stop fussing.”
“Here we fucking go,” Dex grumbles, and my eyes flick around the table in question.
In strolls a gorgeous young woman, who looks a similar age to me.
She has olive skin and the most unusual green eyes I’ve ever seen. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders, and her red lips look natural and only add to her beauty.
