her ass, lifted her, and a low, ragged cry filled the air as he buried his tongue in her pussy.
Emerson felt herself unraveling. Everything she had held safe inside her came loose and streamed toward him. She had managed to keep her heartsheltered through the flirty confrontations that were more a result of sexual tension than actual enmity. But this, she couldn’t hold herself distant from this, from a pleasure that unlocked every shield she had placed around her emotions.
As his tongue thrust inside her, his groan vibrating against hidden tissue, she felt the explosion building inside her tighten further.
She couldn’t fight it. She arched to him, begging, pleading, pulling at his hair until he loosened her hands and eased them up to her breasts.
“Touch them for me,” he whispered as he lifted himself between her thighs and curled her fingers around her breasts. “Pleasure them for me, Emerson. Let me watch while I take you.”
She cupped the heavy flesh, her fingers stroking over her nipples as Macey quickly tore at the foil wrapper of the condom he had pulled from his jeans.
Sheathed, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he nudged the broad head of his cock against the slick entrance to her pussy.
“Don’t stop, baby, let me watch you play with your pretty breasts while I take you.”
The hard crest wedged inside her, stretching her, sending rivulets of burning pleasure radiating from the slight penetration.
“Ah, that’s a good girl,” he whispered, his voice heavy, his breathing as labored as her own. “So pretty, Em. So damned pretty.”
So erotic. Emerson stared back at him, workingher nipples with her fingers, feeling the alternating sensations building inside her, burning through her nerve endings.
It was sexy, it was wicked, tempting him even as he worked the thick length of his erection inside her.
“Macey. It’s so good.” Her eyes closed, her fingers tightened on her nipples. It was too good, too intense, too much pleasure.
“So sweet.” His voice was rough as he worked himself deeper. “So sweet and tight. Hell, Em. You’re killing me.”
He pressed to the hilt. The head of his erection throbbed inside her, heated and heavy, iron hard, spiking the heat burning beneath her flesh now. She felt her womb clench and ripple. Her clit, pressed solidly against his pelvis, throbbed on the brink of release.
“Macey.” Trembling, she fought for the orgasm just out of reach.
“You make me lose my control,” he breathed out roughly. “God, Em, I want this to be good for you. So damned good for you.”
Shock shattered her. Had anyone ever cared if it was good for her? If she needed to come, or if she felt the same pleasure they did?
“It’s good. So good.” It was better than anything she had ever known.
His eyes narrowed on her then. “Oh baby, it’s about to get so much better.”
She didn’t think it could get better until he began to move. She expected him to take her hard andfast, to rush to the finish line and his own release. But Macey was a sensual demon. She should have known he liked to play, liked to draw the pleasure out. He had a lazy drawl, a patient way of moving, and the sleepy sensuality in his gaze should have warned her.
“Lift your breasts to me, Emerson,” he growled. “Lift those pretty nipples for me.”
She cupped her breasts and offered the hard sensitive points to him, then screamed out her pleasure as his lips surrounded one tight peak.
It wasn’t just the hard, heated suction of his mouth, but the thrusts of his cock, the rasp of his pelvis against her clit. It combined to push her higher, but held her back just enough to keep her locked to earth rather than flying in release.
“Not yet,” he bit out, moving from one nipple to the other. “Not yet, baby. Feel good. Feel so fucking good for me.”
“It’s too much,” she cried, trying to push past that final barrier.
“It’s not enough. Not yet.”
She released her
Emerson felt herself unraveling. Everything she had held safe inside her came loose and streamed toward him. She had managed to keep her heartsheltered through the flirty confrontations that were more a result of sexual tension than actual enmity. But this, she couldn’t hold herself distant from this, from a pleasure that unlocked every shield she had placed around her emotions.
As his tongue thrust inside her, his groan vibrating against hidden tissue, she felt the explosion building inside her tighten further.
She couldn’t fight it. She arched to him, begging, pleading, pulling at his hair until he loosened her hands and eased them up to her breasts.
“Touch them for me,” he whispered as he lifted himself between her thighs and curled her fingers around her breasts. “Pleasure them for me, Emerson. Let me watch while I take you.”
She cupped the heavy flesh, her fingers stroking over her nipples as Macey quickly tore at the foil wrapper of the condom he had pulled from his jeans.
Sheathed, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he nudged the broad head of his cock against the slick entrance to her pussy.
“Don’t stop, baby, let me watch you play with your pretty breasts while I take you.”
The hard crest wedged inside her, stretching her, sending rivulets of burning pleasure radiating from the slight penetration.
“Ah, that’s a good girl,” he whispered, his voice heavy, his breathing as labored as her own. “So pretty, Em. So damned pretty.”
So erotic. Emerson stared back at him, workingher nipples with her fingers, feeling the alternating sensations building inside her, burning through her nerve endings.
It was sexy, it was wicked, tempting him even as he worked the thick length of his erection inside her.
“Macey. It’s so good.” Her eyes closed, her fingers tightened on her nipples. It was too good, too intense, too much pleasure.
“So sweet.” His voice was rough as he worked himself deeper. “So sweet and tight. Hell, Em. You’re killing me.”
He pressed to the hilt. The head of his erection throbbed inside her, heated and heavy, iron hard, spiking the heat burning beneath her flesh now. She felt her womb clench and ripple. Her clit, pressed solidly against his pelvis, throbbed on the brink of release.
“Macey.” Trembling, she fought for the orgasm just out of reach.
“You make me lose my control,” he breathed out roughly. “God, Em, I want this to be good for you. So damned good for you.”
Shock shattered her. Had anyone ever cared if it was good for her? If she needed to come, or if she felt the same pleasure they did?
“It’s good. So good.” It was better than anything she had ever known.
His eyes narrowed on her then. “Oh baby, it’s about to get so much better.”
She didn’t think it could get better until he began to move. She expected him to take her hard andfast, to rush to the finish line and his own release. But Macey was a sensual demon. She should have known he liked to play, liked to draw the pleasure out. He had a lazy drawl, a patient way of moving, and the sleepy sensuality in his gaze should have warned her.
“Lift your breasts to me, Emerson,” he growled. “Lift those pretty nipples for me.”
She cupped her breasts and offered the hard sensitive points to him, then screamed out her pleasure as his lips surrounded one tight peak.
It wasn’t just the hard, heated suction of his mouth, but the thrusts of his cock, the rasp of his pelvis against her clit. It combined to push her higher, but held her back just enough to keep her locked to earth rather than flying in release.
“Not yet,” he bit out, moving from one nipple to the other. “Not yet, baby. Feel good. Feel so fucking good for me.”
“It’s too much,” she cried, trying to push past that final barrier.
“It’s not enough. Not yet.”
She released her
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