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So when he tosses me onto a massive, larger-than-king-sized bed, I spread my legs immediately. My eyes go to the bulge in his boxers. I can see the length running down his leg as it strains against the fabric. God, that thing’s going to break me.
I can’t wait.
But he doesn’t jump on top of me, desperation forcing him to fuck me as soon as he can. Instead, he pulls me to the edge of the bed by my legs and smiles down at me as he gets on his knees.
“I’m ready for dessert,” he says with a smirk as he pushes the lace thong aside. People talk about sparks flying between two people when they’re perfect for each other.
Fuck sparks. This is liquid lightning, and it takes control of me. If Emery wasn’t holding my legs still, I’d have pushed him away in an instant, but there’s no way I could fight against him if I wanted to.
That doesn’t mean the rest of my body stays still. My hands ball the comforter and my knuckles turn white as my body bucks against Emery’s tongue. Not because it hurts or even because it’s too sensitive.
No, my body just can’t comprehend the sensations. It’s too much, but I want more. This is a fantasy come to life, and my body can’t believe it’s happening. That definitely doesn’t mean I want it to stop.
I have no idea what he’s doing with his tongue, but whatever it is, it feels incredible. I promise myself never to turn down an offer like this again.
As my body settles into the sensations, I feel like I can breathe again. My hands unclench and move to his hair, pulling him tighter to me.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper without realizing that I’m saying words. Emery pulls away, grinning, and then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my thong and slides it down my legs.
He tosses it to the floor as he stands up. When he looks down at me, I don’t know how to act. All I want is for him to spread me open and show me what I’ve been missing all these months.
But he doesn’t move, just staring at me with eyes that seem to burn into me. Unabashedly, they take in every inch of my naked body, and for the first time, I feel the need to cover up.
He’s too fast, though. As soon as I feel that wonderful foggy feeling fade, he pulls his boxers down, and I get a real look at him.
That mix of fear and desire keeps me pinned to the bed, my body throbbing to the rhythm of my racing heartbeat, and he reaches into his bedside table to pull out a foil wrapper.
My eyes follow his movement as he rips the package open and slides it over his cock. That simple motion of him stroking himself a single time has me back in that lust-filled fog all over again.
Like he knows it turns me on, he strokes himself a few more times. He looks down at me, and my hand moves between my legs. “I’ve been fantasizing about you since that day in the elevator,” he says, and it sends a shiver through me. I’m soaked, wetter than I’ve been in so long.
He runs his hands under my back and scoots me further onto the bed to make room for him. Those hands are full of a strength I’m not used to, and he lifts me like I weigh less than a feather. They’re soft and careful when he moves me, but as soon as he pushes my legs apart, the softness goes away.
Passion is what I told him he lacked, but when his fingers hold my inner thighs spread wide for him, I question whether I was right. The look in his eyes and the way his fingers dig into me tell me that maybe there’s more passion in him than I gave him credit for.
And it terrifies me a little.
I may have fantasized about a man doing this exact thing hundreds of times. Under the covers and with my eyes closed, I dreamed of what it would feel like for a man to hold me down and show me what it felt like to be truly ravaged. I think Emery is the kind of man who could do just that.
His cock presses against me, forcing me to stretch to take him, and even though I’m wetter than ever, there’s still resistance. That doesn’t stop him, though. His hands move to my hips, and he lifts my ass off the bed to thrust harder as he pulls me toward him.
“God, you feel so good,” he mutters as I stretch to fit him. “You fit me so fucking perfectly.”
I can’t manage words between groans. I thought that his tongue was electric, but this is something different. A drug. The haze I’d felt earlier was a tease compared to this madness.
I shouldn’t enjoy this, but I’ve never wanted anything more. “Harder,” I whisper as he slowly moves in and out of me.
His hands tremble, and I’m sure that it’s not because he’s straining. His breathing hitches for a second, and it’s almost like there’s a war going on inside him. It only lasts a moment, but then the spark of passion in his eyes turns into a bonfire.
Running his hands further up my body, his fingers tighten under my arms, and he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist, and I put my hands over his shoulders, but I can’t do anything else.
Emery thrusts at the same time that he slams my body downward onto him. I’ve never even imagined anything this intense, and I can’t hold back the scream that rises inside of me.
The movement is insanity. It’s impossible. He’s using my body like a toy made purely for his pleasure. I’d thought he’d fuck me harder, but this is something out of a fever dream.
And I’m addicted.
My screams turn to moans as his lips find my nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. The pain fades as my body gets used to him, but the throbbing only gets stronger. The world fades along with the pain, and whether my eyes are open or closed, the only thing I can see is Emery’s green eyes on me.
