Page 217 of Deceit

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 and shove back the past and everything that doesn’t matter anymore. It’s a double-edged sword, how quickly it wants to crush and overturn but soak and enjoy her.

It warns me against Emmy.

It tells me that she proved me right.

That, in the long run, Emmy is my demise and the reason I die.

Emmy moans, reveling in my cock delving into her at a mindless pace as I screw my head-on.

“Come get it then, baby,” I encourage softly. “Fuck away everything. You’re mine.” Her mouth clamors into mine, punishing me to shut the fuck up and do what she wants.

I pick up my speed, releasing how I’ve always wanted to take her. I taste blood after she bites down on my lip then quickly laps it up with her mouth and opens wider for me to drive my tongue back inside.

I’m titter-tottering on the brink of busting my load, sinking myself as far as I can go just to almost fully come out and do it again.

I demand her to feel all of me, how I can dig myself into her both through sex and mind.

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