Page 49 of Just This Once

“Yes. Yes,” she panted. “That’s what I needed.”

I gripped the base of my cock, willing myself not to come too quickly. “That’s not even half, Prim. You need to relax so I can stuff you full. I need to go deeper.” The rope of my control was fraying at the ends. I gritted my teeth as her pussy clenched and stretched around me. “You can take it.”

Her breath hitched as her knees widened. She moaned and relaxed enough for me to feed her another inch. “Good fuckinggirl.” I massaged her thigh as I eased the rest of the way inside her. I paused when I was buried to the hilt. “Fuck, Em.”

“I’m so full. Holy shit.”

Still gripping her thigh, I shifted my hips. Her body tightened before she began to relax. Her jaw hung open, and I could envision her just like this—sprawled open as I painted her pretty mouth and tits with my cum.

“I need to move, baby. Are you okay?” My hands moved delicately over her breasts and stomach. I used my fingers to tease her clit and feel where she stretched around me.

Her pussy throbbed. “Yes. Are you?”

“God, you feel so good.”

Emily rocked her hips, and a wicked grin flashed across her face. Gone was the prim little librarian, and in her place was a sexy little tease who was begging to be fucked. A switch flipped inside me, and my body roared to life.

I surged forward, pressing my cock as deep as it would go, and covered her body with mine. I pinned her with my hips and grabbed her wrists, planting them above her head.

I drove into her with deep, powerful thrusts. I let her sharp intakes of breath and the grind of her hips guide my pace. I was rough and commanding, but she met me stroke for stroke.

Heat and tension built at the base of my spine. Fucking her hard and watching as her tits bounced in time was pure torture. I ground the base of my cock against her clit and felt her entire body tense. She tugged to free her arms, but I held them firmly in place. Her pussy was a vise around my cock, and my vision blurred with heat and intensity.

Then I felt it.

Deep and rhythmic pulses around my cock as her orgasm broke free. I let go of one wrist and pinched a nipple between my fingers, rolling and tugging every drop from her. She swore, cried out, and cursed my name. My name on her lips was all ittook, and my cock thickened and pulsed. Two more hard pumps and I was exploding inside her. My entire body quivered as she milked every last drop from me. My hands slid over warm, sweat-slicked skin.

Emily hummed and went limp beneath me. Sweaty strands of hair clung to her forehead. My still-hard cock could have stayed buried in her for an eternity, but I gripped myself at the base around the condom and slowly slipped from inside her.

She exhaled and rested the back of her hand against her forehead. “What the hell was that?”

I chuckled and moved to grab some shop towels to clean her up. “Hate fucking, I guess.”

Wobbly, she propped herself up, unashamed of her own nakedness. “Told you it was hot.”

Charmed, I surged forward, gripping the back of her neck and kissing her swollen lips. I didn’t have it in me to say it definitely wasnothate fucking. Instead, I helped her clean up and disposed of the condom before redressing.

As I slipped my shirt over my head, I looked around the shop. It was a total disaster. I sighed and raked a hand through my hair. On the table, in a light coating of sawdust, was Emily’s ass print.

Her gaze followed mine, and her sharp peal of laughter filled the garage. “Oh my god.” She laughed again and moved toward the table, hand lifted.

I caught her wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare.” I smirked down at the perfect peach-shaped mark. “That stays.”

“Ugh. Why are you so in love with me?” She chuckled and rolled her eyes before shaking out her discarded cardigan. “I guess the sex was worth it after all,” she teased.

My mouth went dry, and a lump formed in my throat. There was no universe in which I was allowed to fall for Emily Ward, but her words were a punch to my chest. Sure, she was hilariousand strong willed and the best lay of my life, but love? No fucking way. Not in this lifetime.

I looked at her with all the sincerity I could muster. She deserved to know it. “You’re worth it, Prim.”

Emily blushed and turned from me as though my words were too much, too soon. She stood at the threshold of the open garage door and looked out into the rain. Her hair was mussed, and her feet were bare, but there was no denying that she was the prettiest woman I’d ever seen.

She peered into the blackness as sheets of rain poured down. “I think this storm is here to stay.”

I hadn’t even noticed the flashes of lightning and low rumble of thunder in the distance. I had been too consumed withher.

I dragged a hand across my scruff. “Looks like it.”

Her hand delicately rested on the bed of my truck. “I’m too keyed up to go back and figure out what’s wrong with my car. Want to hang out for a while?”

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