Page 46 of Hat Trick Holidate

My lips slide over her neck, kissing behind her ear until she shivers with need. I love how responsive her body is to mine. It’s different from anything I’ve ever experienced except when we had our one night together. Many women have screamed my name while having orgasms, and their nipples hardened, but I never wanted seconds. Never wanted any of them to be mine. With Emmaline, I’ll never get my fill. I’ll always want more, wanting her to be mine.

Emmaline runs her hands over my ass, trailing her fingernails up my back. “Okay,” she says, confirming my plans.

I smile into the kiss that shatters the record for the hottest, world’s most passionate kiss. If there’s such a thing. Our bodies are ready, and I don’t have to guide myself into her. Her center sucks me in as our bodies move in unison and God, it feels like fucking home.

We soak for a minute, then I lift onto my elbows so I can watch her expressions as I fuck her faster, harder. When she locks her ankles around my back, I hit a different spot.Immediately, her body takes a vice grip around my dick, and her nails dig into my back.

“Oh, yes. I… I’m…” Emmaline’s voice falters as every muscle in her body tenses.

I slow down my pace as I let her ride out her orgasm. My mind and body are so in tune with what sends her into the abyss, and I love, and I do mean love watching her go from tense and tight, with her skin on fire, to soft and sated.

When she opens her eyes, I caress her collarbone and say, “I was so caught up in you, I forgot to put on a condom.”

“Does that happen often?” she asks.

“In eight years of being a professional, I’ve never forgotten.” Internally, I ask myself what that means. “Do you have one?”

She shakes her head but lazily says, “I’m on the pill.”

For a minute, I mull over the consequences in my head. I didn’t finish inside her so we’re probably okay. But I know I can’t handle more than Jolie at this point. I need to think of her and get to know my daughter without any surprises in the near future. I place a kiss on her shoulder and then her lips. “Don’t move. I’ll run downstairs and get the one from my wallet.”

I dash out of bed and down the stairs, find my pants, and remove the condom. When I come back, she’s lying on her side under the covers, so I slide in but yank the covers from her body and flip her on top of me.

“Rusti, baby, I hope you’re ready. Stroke me.” I’m hard, but the cold air hit me as I ran downstairs. When she wraps her long fingers around my shaft, I gasp and in a split second, I’m hard as steel. Ripping the foil from the condom with my teeth, I hand it to her. “Roll it on me.”

She looks at both sides and wraps me up. “There’s no lube on it,” she states.

“Do you need it?” I ask, sliding my fingers through her folds. “I don’t think you do.” Then I place my finger in her mouth to suck off her juices.

Sheepishly, she answers, “I guess not.”

This is all it takes for her to sweep her hot center over my erection to slicken the condom. Her hands rest on my chest while mine are on her ass. I can’t wait any longer, or I might explode without being inside her. I lift her ass just enough so I can angle my dick into her.

“Ahhhh. Too big. Too big.”

“Baby, it fits. It’s just the angle. Relax.”

She follows my directions, and I watch her shoulders fall as I swirl my hips as much as I can to stretch her warm, silky cave. I lift my hips as I hold onto hers, just moving around, not in and out. Emmaline raises her chest until her fingertips only graze my abs. She moves over top of me, her clit grazing my pelvic bone. When I raise my shoulders, she pushes me back down.

This is the woman I slept with eight years ago.

Rocking against me, she arches her back, and I slingshot myself up. I need her tits in my mouth. Sucking. Biting. “Need you so fucking much,” I rasp out, sweat slicking my body. And hell, she’s doing all the work.

The saltiness on her skin mingles with her arousal still on my tongue, and it tastes amazing.

She gets on her knees, lifting up and slamming down, as I spread and then pinch her butt cheeks together. Over and over until she yells, “Bryce.”

My name has never sounded so good. “Come, please. I’m almost…”

I want to experience us coming at the same time. I’ve always thought it was a myth, but the combination of me thrusting upward and on the downstroke grinding slowly, a guttural growl escapes my lips at the same time as she screams, “Yes!” She draws it out for what seems an eternity, and my climax starts at my toes and explodes through my body.

After a few heavy breaths, I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her perfect body on top of mine.

Skin to skin.

Eye to eye.

Heart to heart.

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