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

I place both palms on either side of her and she shivers when I lean in.

“Does okay work now for you taking your time with my ass?” She exhibits a bottle of lube, and my whole body ignites.

I incline closer. Our lips are only but a lick or brush away, facing each other to see who may break or resist first.

I do, my mouth eating and relishing in the woman that has been through hell and dragged me along with her.

She works the button of my jeans as I caress my tongue with hers. My cock springs free, and she’s already leaning back for me to fuck her.

“Hold on, little Ems—“ I haul her forward and within my personal space. “—be patient.”

She shakes her head like a brat. “No, thanks. You made me wait earlier.”

“I told you about your best friend. He’s an asshole.”

Emmy rolls her eyes then gives a soft jerk to my dick when her palm wraps around it.

Cold as shit lubricant finds my cock then Emmy’s hand that begins to work down my length.

“I want to fuck your ass until you scream for all the bullshit you did.” I shake my head. “But how—”

“Do it.” Emmy’s tone hardens, turned on and fucking relentless.

I step forward, the tip of my shaft guided by Emmy’s hand to graze the spot she wants me. “You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

“Are you going to thrust or…”

“And she rushes me now too,” I announce to the room, feeling the tight ring of her bottom. “Come here.”

She gets closer to my face like a good little student and looks at me, waiting for her next instruction so she can get her extra credit.

And everything about Emmy’s ass is extra. Like, as in the extra fries you get or the one onion ring that escapes into your bag.

Except hers, you can eat without getting tired of it. Hers I want to eat, but she wants other things—deep shit.

Slowly I begin to drive forward, feeling her tense a little from the intrusion.

“Remember when I fucked you under your cute little yellow dress and Ledger was less than ten yards away?” She bobs her head. “What did you say to me?”

“I said a lot of things,” she breathes as I work her to open up for me.

“I stuck my thumb up here.” I sink in deeper and Emmy groans in discomfort, and I think pleasure. “You liked when I fucked both your holes at the same time.”

My thumb finds her already wet clit and Emmy’s jaw drops a tad. I match my rhythm with both my actions and one of her hands seizes my bicep. “Bish.”

“Mhm?”

“Keep doing that,” she begs softly. I grab the plastic bottle of lube and pour more on my dick, not giving a shit about the mess.

“I could get used to this, Mrs. Bishop,” I recite, balling her shirt around my fist and hovering my mouth over hers.

“Don’t get soft on me now, Bish. You said you didn’t want our son to be a pussy.” I deliver a punishing kiss, and my cock sinks deeper into her ass, getting her to grow more taunt but moans at the same time. “There’s my brute.”

I must hit something spectacular for her because she scoots closer so I can take her deeper.

“Please, Bish.”

“I don’t want to hurt—“

“I want to come.” She looks between us as if watching me fuck her is going to do it. She’s beginning to get into her delirious stage where it appears she’s just here for the high and where she authorizes me to take her like an animal.

I’m not gonna lie; it’s hot.

Emmy is that girl next door that you daydream of dirtying up. A fucking sweet dream that turns into a filthy illusion of torment and every single dark fantasy you’ve ever had. This woman allows me to possess her in any which way I want, which makes this all worse.

I just want more.

All the time.

My girl and our kids and a life without having to watch our backs anymore.

We both fucked up.

We both were scared.

I’m absolutely intimidated, but she’s everything I want and it’s never abated.

It never became Camilla where it became a faded memory.

Emmy breathes life into me.

And her pussy keeps me wanting to give her everything.

But her ass though—yo, I’m gonna become a pussy to every fucking demand this woman wants because I’m just that infatuated.

Gonna need to keep that on the down-low.

I lace my hand through Emmy’s newly dyed hair, relishing in how she’s back to somewhat normal on the outside. The inside is going to take some work, but I can make her delve through those and explode them.

“Deeper,” she orders through a snarl, still watching me fuck her and play with her clit.

“Look at me,” I counteroffer as I accommodate her command. She does, and I fall in love with her all over again.

Her eyes idolize me when I don’t deserve it. She takes me in like I’m everything and she can’t break herself from the spell that was cast on us.

“You’re gonna come and I’m going to watch.” She nods, mouth open from panting and riding out what I’m putting down. “Where do you want it?”

“Want what?”

“My come.” She mutters a shit and props her body back with her palms, giving me a new angle and a better look at her body. “Keep those eyes on me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she purrs, creating my balls to strain and gear up.

“Daddy,” I repeat in a pleasured grunt. “Baby, this is not the time to talk about more kids, but…I want more.”

“More?” She lifts a brow. “Don’t we have enough now?”

I shake my head because if I’m being honest, I want a whole Brady Bunch of kids. “Hence my question.”

“Both.”

“Both? Inside both of…”

“I want you everywhere.” I grab onto her hips and fuck her like I should every time we do. Hard and rough than soft and sweet, reminding her of how much I adore and cherish her. That I’m a dickhead that only softens to her.

She’s