Page 61 of Beautiful Harmony

The table in the mezzanine had various knitting supplies and small boxes of yarn covering it. Emma set the sodas on the table and pushed the supplies to the far side. She stretched to reach a couple of boxes, leaning over the table. Her dress rode up, revealing creamy thighs that he now knew looked fucking perfect spread around his hips. The pressure at his crotch turned painful. He was about to have a wet spot on his jeans from the way his dick leaked.

He stepped toward her, setting the pizza box on the table just as Emma straightened and stepped back. Her round ass brushed against his crotch, and he lost his goddamn mind.

His arm slid around her waist, and he pulled her back against him, pressing his hard and aching dick against her ass. He waited for her to turn around and slap him in the face. Instead, she moaned softly and ground her ass against his cock.

He immediately cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly as he pressed a kiss against her throat.

“Lucas.” Her voice had that breathless quality to it. The one that said she was turned the fuck on, and holy Christ, had he missed the sound of it.

“Yeah?” He toyed with her nipple through her dress and bra as he kissed down her neck.

She arched into his touch, another low moan escaping her lips. “We said just the one time.”

“We did,” he said. “Unfortunately, the only thing I’ve thought about the last forty-eight hours is seeing you stuffed full of my dick again.”

Her whole body made a delightful shiver against his, and he could practically smell her need. He slipped one hand inside the wide neckline of her dress and into her bra, grazing her nipple with the tip of his finger.

She moaned and clutched at his forearm, her ass circling against his dick and her breath coming in soft pants.

“Have you thought about it, Em?” He nuzzled her throat. “Did you get yourself off picturing me fucking you? Touching you?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Every night.”

“Good.” He moved his hand to her leg, sliding his hand under the fabric of her dress and stroking the front of her thighs. He grazed the front of her pussy through her panties. “Open for me, baby.”

She spread her legs without hesitating, and he cupped her through her panties, growling with satisfaction at how wet they were. He kept his hand still and waited.

After only a few seconds, she squirmed against him. “Lucas.”

“Yeah, Em?” He nipped at the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder.

She jerked, and her nails dug into his arm. “Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

She turned her head to face him, and he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth when she parted her lips. They kissed hungrily, but he kept his hand still on her pussy, smiling against her mouth when she made a huff of impatience.

“Lucas, touch me.”

“I am,” he said.

She rubbed her ass against his dick, tearing a groan from his throat. Her smug smile made him laugh. “Tell me how much you want your pussy stuffed with my dick, and I’ll rub your clit.”

“I can’t say that,” she said.

“Why not?”

“It’s…”

“Sexy? Hot? Filthy as fuck?” he said.

He loved how pink her cheeks went. “It’s crude.”

“I like crude.” He gave her clit a little rub through her panties, smiling when her hips thrust against him. “If you want more of this, baby, I need to hear you talk about how much your pussy needs my dick again.”

She shook her head, giving him a prim bordering on prudish look that set him on fucking fire with need. “I will do no such thing, Lucas Wright.”

He grinned to himself. He loved a challenge, and making Emma lose control was quite possibly the biggest challenge of his life.

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