Page 45 of Hat Trick Holidate

“And why are you still dressed?” she asks with a lifted brow and a smirk on her face.

I sit up, bringing her with me, nipping at her breasts. “Because all I care about is pleasing you.”

She blushes again as she gets up and pulls a throw blanket around her shoulders and covers herself. I love how she goes from sassy and confident to shy and insecure, but I plan on convincing her of how fucking fantastic her body is.

“I’m going to need you to drop the cover, Rusti.” I stand and take off my shirt. “This is all you get unless you drop the blanket.”

She uncrosses her arms, letting the blanket hang over shoulder. All I can see is half of her breast and her stomach. “I mean it, Rusti. I’m disciplined. I’m controlled. Drop the fucking blanket. You don’t need to hide from me.” I erase the distance between us and whisper, “Now.”

I don’t see her do it, but I hear the blanket hit the floor. “Good fucking girl. You know what you want. The same thing Iwant.”

Her fingers fly to my belt buckle, but I step back. I want to see the lust in her eyes. I want to see what I already feel.

Slowly, I unlatch the buckle and even though there’s no need to remove my belt from my pants, I do. It hisses as it comes out of the loops, and she squeezes her legs together and folds her lips over her teeth. God, she looks so innocent, even though I know she’s not. It’s a dick-erecting sight. My dick has been hard for the past hour.

Pushing my pants down, I step out of them and take off my socks. I don’t care how big of a hurry I’m in, I won’t wear socks while having sex. Emmaline takes a step toward me but again, I step back and put my fingers inside my waistband of my tight black boxers.

Emmaline bounces on her toes like she’s about to see what’s inside a Christmas present.

“Eager?”

She nods, with one hundred percent attention on my underwear.

Now, I can’t wait. I push them down, and my dick springs out. She licks her lips, and I fold my hand around the base and stroke myself. Her chest rises when I do it again. “Is this what you want?” I ask as I keep stroking. I might pop off at any minute, I’m so hard, and my balls are tight.

I want nothing more than to be inside her, but I also want to know everything that turns her on. And right now, she’s lit up. “Come to me.”

She does. I wrap one arm around her waist as I draw her body flush to mine. Since she’s taller than average, I only have to bend a little to guide the tip through her folds. Then I use my hand to press it hard against her bundle of nervesand fuck, it’s a firepit. As soon as I swirl it in circles, she’s slick with arousal.

“Bryce, I need you to put that monster inside me,” she tries to joke, but it comes out all broken and raspy.

“Bedroom or here?”

“Bedroom. But let me down, it’s upstairs.”

I pick her up, and my dick is nestled between us. She wiggles, trying to squirm out of my arms, but I roll her over and throw her over my shoulder. “You’re being a bad girl.” I smack her ass as I find the stairwell. “When are you going to see how beautiful you are?”

She mumbles, almost inaudible, “You can’t handle me. I’m too….”

I come to a short hallway, and one room has a little bit of light streaming into the hall. I turn, and I’m sure it’s her bedroom, with the floral comforter with a green solid blanket at the end of the bed.

With one knee on the bed, I lay her back down on the bed. “Baby, you know I can, so if you say that again, I’ll smack those perfect round cheeks again.”

A seductive grin spreads across her face as her hair fans out on the pillow.

“Oh, so you like a little slap on the ass?” It comes out like a question. “Don’t worry, baby. If that’s what you like, I’m all in, but not because I can’t handle you. Tell me you know you’re the perfect size for me.”

Her head falls to one side, and I see a tear slip from the corner of her eye.

“Baby, tell me,” I say again.

“He would never let me be on top… and what you did earlier, he said, ‘I would suffocate him.’” Her voice is soft, and the hurt in her voice makes me want to crush her ex’s face with my fist.

I soak in her words and ask, “He never carried you to bed? Picked you up? Let you ride him? Licked you from underneath?”

“No,” she utters as she shakes her head from side to side.

“You’re with a man now. After I sink into your sopping wet center and worship every inch of your skin with my lips, I’m going to flip you over, and you’re going to ride and grind me until your tits are red from bouncing and slapping together. That sight alone will make me come.”

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