Page 240 of Deceit

She props herself up on one of the stools and turns around, gazing at me with those big browns and soft skin.

Opening her legs, she invites me in to step closer and—let’s be real—I’m not gonna turn that down.

“Are we eating naked, Emmy?” She doesn’t respond, pushing herself up her stool to stand on it so she can sit on the kitchen counter. “Or am I eating you?”

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 Iwantto 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.”

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