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“Shh. I’ll give you what you need when I’m ready.” I stroke my cock while running the tip through her slit, bumping her clit—teasing us both—before notching my cock at her dripping entrance, pushing in just the tip before pulling back.

“More. I need more. Please.” Emery begs, her knuckles turning white as she grips the table’s edge.

I slip in an inch, stilling. Pulling the tie from her hair, I release the silky strands before wrapping them around my fist and turning her head to the side so she can watch me as I fuck her. Without warning, I snap my hips forward, impaling her tight pussy with my cock.

She cries out, shoving her ass back against my hips. “Oh fuck. So good,” she whines.

“Fuck yes. Your pussy was made for me.” I look down to watch my cock move in and out of her body as she takes every one of my thick inches. “That’s it, baby doll, take my cock. Take it all.”

The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, and I can’t help but keep riding her harder, pushing in deeper.

I’m never going to want another after her. She’s all I want. Every moment, every kiss, every touch—I want them to all be with her.

With my free hand, I reach around and slip my fingers around my cock, gathering her arousal before bringing them to her clit, working the sensitive bundle of nerves as I fuck her. My balls tingle, and I know I’m about to come, but I can’t until she does. I won’t.

“I need you to come. Let go for me, and come on my cock like a good girl, Emery.”

As if she needed permission, tremors wrack her body and her pussy squeezes my dick, choking it. Emery comes with a guttural groan, her pussy spasming around me, taking me over the edgewith her. Spots color my vision, and I come in a burst of white-hot heat.

Releasing her hair, I collapse forward and wrap my arms around her waist. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her fruity vanilla scent, catching a whiff of my own on her skin. My cock jerks, and the scratch of fabric between us draws my attention.

“You know, my brother would call this the ‘Winnie the Pooh’.”

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why on earth would I say that right now?

Because you have shirts and no bottoms on.

Emery chuckles as I slip out of her tight wet heat. “Okay, two things to unpack here. One… What’s a ‘Winnie the Pooh’?”

I sit back on my heels, pulling her with me and wrapping my arms around her. “It’s when you have sex with no pants on but keep your shirts on.”

Seriously. Shut the fuck up.

Emery laughs, making me feel like less of an idiot.

“Okay, that’s funny. But why on earth are you thinking about your brother right now?”

“I have no fucking clue. I think you broke my brain,” I grumble.

“That’s kind of hot. What other types are there? Maybe we can add a few to our list.”

She giggles, and I laugh along with her. Emery tilts her head back and looks up at me with a smile. My heart flips at the soft, freshly fucked, smiling face staring up at me. I lean down and press my lips to hers in a sweet kiss.

She breaks away and switches position, straddling me on the floor of my living room. Lifting my shirt, she pulls it over her head, chucks it to the side, and presses her palms to my chest. “What’s it called when you have a shirt on and I don’t?”

“It’s called perfect, just like you.”

Emery leans down and captures my lips with hers as she glides her soft wet slit over my cock, bringing it to life. When I enter her next, it’s slow and sweet.

Yep, I am definitely wrecked. I am in deep with this woman, and there is no one else I would rather be in the deep end with.

Chapter twenty-one

Emery

Mason’s phone rings fromthe counter. He glances back at it but ignores the chime and buries his face in my neck instead.

My skin pebbles, and I naturally tilt my head to the side, giving him more access. He doesn’t disappoint as he kisses and sucks the delicate skin. We are snuggled up on his couch, watchingThe Witcher, but a screening of our favorite show has turned into more of a Netflix and Chill situation.

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