DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

Emmy’s body arches into me again, demanding more. I fight the urge to finger-fuck her, wanting my cock to be the only selfish thing that enters her tonight.

I nudge my nose along her sensitive bundle, inhaling her again. “I want to be a fucking prick and demand you take my last name.”

“I’ll think about it.” She opens her legs wider for me, giving me full access to her pretty pussy and whatever I want to do with it.

She’s hesitant and waiting for the other ball to drop. For when I change my mind and take everything back.

When I don’t love her anymore because she must’ve thought I never did. And I didn’t help.

“What’ll make you change your mind?”

She runs a hand through my hair as her heels dig into the sides of my ass. “I’m not sure yet. I think I’m dreaming.”

I growl in irritation because I’ve really been a fucking asshole to myself and her.

Extending my tongue, I bow down to lick her center then right to that pretty little clit to give her some insight on forever with me.

“I’m surrendering, wife,” I drawl, climbing up her body and leaving kisses and licks of my tongue on the way. “My cock and head have been going at it for years when it comes to you.”

“Sounds exhausting.” I kiss her jaw and she releases a heavy exhale. “What are you doing here?”

“I can’t stay away from you.” My lips find the other side of her face. “And…I’m sorry for earlier.”

“Are you high?”

A chuckle forms in my chest as my hungry hands roam up her sides. “Not off cannabis.”

“I know something you can do for me.”

“What?”

“Take your shirt off.” I smile and do what she wants to where she wastes zero time roaming my chest with her fingertips.

“What else, baby?”

She leans forward and says close to my lips. “I wanna be on top.”

“Shit.” I release an unstable exhale and don’t know what I did right in life to desire this woman.

For such a small and pretty little thing, Emmy has all two hundred plus pounds of my attitude, muscle, and facial hair within her petite hands. It’s just letting her keep it and into my full spectrum of fucked up which is the scariest thing.

I condone her wishes, lying on my back and Emmy crawls over, straddling my body and reaching behind her to undo the button and zipper of my jeans.

“Like this?” I ask, clasping my hands underneath my head.

“Pull down your pants.” Bossy Emmy lifts her weight off my stomach but doesn’t remove herself as I reach around her and work my legs and hands to pull the jean fabric down.

My dick hits her ass when it springs free and Emmy leans over, her weight pinning me into her mattress.

A hand goes through my hair again and she pulls so that my neck is exposed. Her lips latch onto the sensitive piece of my anatomy and she sucks, claiming me with a mark that she made.

My breathing hitches as the tip of my cock nestles itself into the cheeks of her ass when I bring my knees upward.

“No one has had my ass since you,” she mutters against the stubble of my neck. My eyes snap closed and a rumble sounds from my chest. “Do you like that?”

“I love that,” I answer back quickly. “I fucking love your ass, baby.”

“Can I fuck you first?” she asks, her voice so small and innocent and everything sweet sounding in the universe. “Will you let me sit on your big cock and stretch me out?”

I nod because she’s fucking with me. Torturing me with how pure and untainted her tone penetrates my ears.

Emmy straightens her spine, leaving the now cool air against her hot kisses. She rearranges herself, finding my already attentive hardness, and slowly sinks down the length of it.

I think I start to go into cardiac arrest because I can’t breathe, my chest hurts, I’m numb all over watching her bounce her beautiful body on my cock and taking me like she’s always had me.

Her hands find her headboard and she’s on full fucking display for me. All I can see is her silhouette and every curve but it makes it that more erotic.

Emmy hums in pleasure and I suppress the need to frantically show her how much she has of that and more.

My balls tighten at how she feels at this angle. How I can feel her expressions as she sinks in and off me. Her tits sway with each thrust and I don’t touch them because I want her coming first before I take my turn.

“Bishop,” she coos, her voice soft but demanding for me not to forget what I said. I couldn’t even if she wanted me to. I can always feel her everywhere, all the time. “If I’m a good girl, will you fuck my ass like you used to do?”

“Emmy,” I warn, clamping my hands together to keep from moving. “If you wanna fuck me the way you want, you need to stop talking about your ass and how you want me to take it.”

“Ah, but when you love someone—“ One of her palms land on my shoulders and she squeezes it as she slows her pace. “—you respect them.”

“And if you fuck up,” I retort through clenched teeth. “You make it up to them. And, trust me, I’ll make it up to you.” My thumb finds her wet clit and I begin to rotate it in circles. “I wanna turn, baby.”

Emmy rides me and my finger, leaning back to give me full access to her pussy. “Shit, that feels so good.”

I lose my composure, readjusting myself on the bed and flopping Emmy onto her back. She wraps her arm around my neck and pulls me closer, kissing me so I can’t breathe or focus.

We’re a tangled mess of limbs, lips, and tongues. Her underneath me does something different. It extracts the animal and dark side to emerge, demanding to take and conquer. To forget