We grin at each other simultaneously, and then she bends forward, angling her juicy ass in my face. What she does next makes me almost forget myself and come. She reaches around and holds open her ass, giving me a perfect view of both of her beautiful holes. I grab her hips and thrust back inside, watching as my dick slides in and out of her- the condom’s covered in her juices, and I ache to know what my cock would look like being the one covered instead. And for the first time in my life, I want to yank off my condom and sink so deep in someone I don’t know where she ends, and I begin.
Emma’s hips roll as she grinds up and squeezes the shit out of my dick. It feels so fucking good I forget to move and curse. Once I remember myself, I grip both her hips and guide her back into me, meeting me stroke for stroke. The tempo picks up every time I feel her walls try to lock me in. Her body starts to shake, and I know she’s close. I drop my right hand and move my left hand to clasp her throat. Bending over her body, I then fist her hair. The leverage is just what I need. Her head tips back with a tug, her ear near my lips when I growl, “Be my good slut and come all over my dick,” just as I slam deep.
Emma screams her release as her walls spasm around me, and I come, shooting my hot cum into the condom. She falls to the mattress, and I pull out of her and roll off the bed to get something to clean her up. Again, something I’ve never wanted to do before.
I don’t try to examine the feelings coursing through me as I warm the water and wet the rag. Instead, I punch in instructions for someone to bring Emma new clothes for our return to the party.
When I return to my room, she’s in a blissful puddle in the middle of my bed. I climb back on the mattress and begin to wipe between her legs. Her puffy pussy lips greet me, asking me to kiss them, but I refrain, not wanting to ruin the calm our fuck session has brought on. For now, I enjoy that she’s in my bed and not fighting me. My determination to get her to forgive me is even greater.
EMMA
“So let me get this straight. You let Rowan, as in Rowaniel Benjamin Calloway, rearrange your womb in the epic hate fuck of all hate fucks?” Shay questions as we get ready for the New Year’s Eve party at August’s house.
I massage my temples. This is the sixth day in a row she’s asked this. “Why are we doing this again? This has been asked and answered a million and ten-point-five times,” I exclaim.
She steps into the white sequin bodycon dress and the way the crisp white looks against her skin-my girl looks fantastic.
“Listen, I’m just trying to reconcile the Emma of a little over a week ago talking about how she’s going to make him work for it, with the one standing in front of me, not ready yet,” she jabs, “who let him fuck you so sore you couldn’t even sit right for two days.” She snickers at the last part.
I throw my shoe at her, and she dances out of the way. I feel my cheeks flushing at the reminder of Rowan’s knowing smirk when we sat down for dinner that night, and I had to sit on either ass cheek. My pussy was well and thoroughly fucked. I had to soak two nights in a row after that. I’ve avoided his text messages every day since then. He’s tried to check on me, but I think a big part of me is slightly embarrassed by just how much I loved it when he called me his slut.
“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” She probes, grabbing a red dress and throwing it at me. “Try this. I guarantee you’ll have all your men threatening every man’s balls if they look at you.
“I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with you,” I snort, sliding the dress down over my hip.
“Keep me and love me forever because, like the guys, you’re stuck with me, and I’ll gut anyone who tries to tell you differently. Hurry up, we’re late as it is,” she sasses.
Grabbing my gold heels, I exit my closet and get ready for the night ahead. The adults are celebrating at the Calloways’ which means even wilder antics will be happening.
Thomas has already made it clear that he will not wait outside, and there will be teams of security on the premises. It was the only way he’d agree to me attending. Before, I’d say he was overreacting, but ever since the night I was kidnapped, every overreach feels reassuring.
Once I’m dressed, I step into the boys’ rooms. This will be the first New Year’s Eve we didn’t watch the ball drop together. They’re both knocked out, so I make my way to Jamie’s, and she’s watching a movie. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay home with you tonight? I know he has to be at the Calloways’ tonight, but I can-” I try again, and she cuts me off.
“Go have fun. You deserve it. We’ll be here,” she states, rolling her eyes at my fourth attempt at asking.
I arch my brow, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” I tease, walking toward the door. Pausing, I turn before I cross the threshold. “I know it’s been a rough few years, but I feel a tide of change coming, Jamie, but once this whole thing is over, we’ll get some semblance of normalcy.”
“Do you promise?” She has so much hope in her emerald eyes. It’s been a long time since she’s let me see her this vulnerable.
I stride back across the room and scoop her into a hug, and kiss the top of her head as I mumble into her hair, “I promise to do everything in my power to try and make it possible.” Because I won’t lie like our mom did and tell her beautiful lies that only will end with tragic endings.
My heart warms when she squeezes me back and murmurs, “Thank you,” as she pulls from my embrace.
* * *
The music thumps in the room, and my body’s covered in a sheen of sweat as I dance for what feels like hours. Shay and I arrived around nine, and now it’s almost eleven, just a little over an hour until midnight.
Needing to cool off, I go to the bathroom with Shay. We laugh at the moping faces of the guys as I leave.
“They all got it bad,” she teases as we enter the private bathroom. August only made the main-level restrooms available to everyone, but we have keycard access to the ones upstairs.
“Maybe a little,” I joke, closing the door to pee while she’s in the powder room. I can hear her laugh when I finally admit what she’s been telling me for weeks now.
I flush the toilet and wash my hands before stepping back into the room. Shay finishes fixing her makeup and then goes to the bathroom herself.
Once she’s out, we exit the bathroom when her phone rings. She looks at the screen and tells me she needs a minute, “It’s Brendan. He must finally be here.”
I smile, excited to finally meet the man she’s been gooey over. Then I step outside to give her some privacy, walking down the hall to ensure I don’t overhear anything.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
My eyes snap toward the smooth tenor of Sebastian’s voice.
“Are you checking up on me?” My tone is somewhat accusatory. I told the guys I’d be alright. I was only going upstairs, and security was every damn where.
Sebastian steps out of an alcove I didn’t see when we first walked in. “Actually, I was here before you,” he states, walking over to stand beside me. “So, I should be asking,” Sebastian leans in and whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my neck, “are you following me, Emma, because that could be dangerous for you.”
An involuntary shiver tracks up my spine. Goosebumps rise at every spot his words touch along my skin.
“No, no,” I stutter, “I was coming to cool off.”
I nearly jump out of my skin when his chest presses against my back, and he trails his knuckle down the back of my exposed nape, my head leaning into the sensual touch.
“Such a shame. I would have loved to show you what happens when I have you under my control,” he sing songs, gently pressing his lips along the back of my neck.
My breath hitches at the feel of his soft lips on my now-heated skin. “You keep talking, but that’s all it is, isn’t it? Conjecture? I’ve seen nothing that says otherwise,” I retort, finding my voice.
His hand trails up my exposed thigh, resting on my hip. “Keep it up, Emma.” He groans when I push my ass into his hardening shaft before spinning me and pinning me to the wall. “And soon, I’ll forget my rules and teach you just how far you can count.” Sebastian nips my jaws before he presses his lips lightly against my parted ones.
I open my mouth to ask him what he means when the bathroom door opens. “Ry,” Shay shouts from down the hallway,
“Until next time,” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing my forehead.
The feel of Sebastian’s presence disappears, taking all of his warmth with him, leaving me bereft. I turn, seeking him out, but he’s already disappeared into the corner he appeared from.
“Ry.” She tugs at my arm, refocusing my attention on her excited expression. The gleeful look on her face pushes the moment with Sebastian to the back of my mind. “He’s here! Let’s go.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.