Page 63 of Beautiful Harmony

He rubbed her clit, smiling at how she squirmed against the table before he shuffled closer and rested one hand against her lower back. He pressed his cock against her wet opening. She immediately pushed back against his dick like he knew she would, and he pinned her to the table with his hand on her back.

“Lucas!” Her voice was needy, and a small part of him loved the whine he could hear in it.

“Ask me, Em,” he said.

She moaned, her fingers pressing hard against the table as he rubbed the wide head of his cock against her swollen clit. Her whole body shook, and he admired that self-control he so wanted to break.

He rubbed his fingers over her clit again, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. When he stopped, her scream of frustration was probably heard at the diner down the street.

“Look at me, Em,” he said.

Her hands clutched at the table’s edge until her knuckles went white, and her body vibrated under his hand. He rubbed her ass with his free hand, smiling at her when she turned her wild-eyed gaze toward him. “Ask me, baby.”

He rubbed lightly at her clit, watching the exact moment her legendary control cracked in two. “Stuff my pussy full of your cock, Lucas. I need it.”

He pushed his dick into her, his hands gripping her hips at the delicious tightness and how her internal muscles fluttered as they worked to stretch around him. She cried out, and he rubbed her lower back.

“Shh, baby, almost there.” He pushed again, gritting his teeth at the tight grip of her slick channel.

Her little pussy swallowed him from tip to balls, and he groaned under his breath before thrusting back and forth. Fuck, taking Emma bare was rapidly becoming his newest addiction. He swore he could feel her pussy dragging against every vein in his dick as he pulled back out to the tip. She made a whiny little moan that was utterly unlike her, and he smiled before sliding back into her in a smooth, firm rhythm. She cried out and met each of his strokes, repeating his name in breathless little pants that made him want to fuck her hard and fast.

Worried about hurting her again, he tried to keep control of his thrusts as she stared at him over her shoulder. “Oh, Lucas, please. Please, honey. Please make me come.”

“Yes, Em,” he said and rubbed her clit with hard pressure.

She rutted against him, her pussy squeezing tight around his throbbing dick as she came with a scream that was music to his ears. He drove in and out of her, forgetting all about his desire to be gentle. How could he be when her gorgeous body demanded he give her everything?

He gripped her hips, pounding into her pussy, barely hearing the table scrape as it slid across the floor. She was on her tiptoes now, her lush body taking and absorbing every stroke of his cock. His balls tightened, and pure pleasure rushed across his body as he came with a toe-curling shout of her name.

He buried himself deep, letting her pussy milk every last drop of cum from his willing body. His fingers dug into her hips, and he released his tight grip, leaning over to kiss her lower back.

She was flat on the table, her cheek resting on the wood, her curvy body trembling as she sucked in harsh breaths.

“You okay, baby?” He rubbed the finger marks he could see on her hips. She didn’t reply, and anxiety hit his gut.

He pulled out of her and tugged her into a standing position. He turned her around, cupping her face. “Em, baby, did I hurt you?”

She shook her head mutely, her blue eyes wide and her pupils blown. “No, I… no, that was… it was… amazing.”

He smiled and kissed her. “For me too.”

He stepped back, and she blinked a couple of times before tugging her dress down. They went to work straightening and zipping and buttoning clothing. Her face flushed, Emma said, “I’ll be right back,” and disappeared down the stairs.

When she returned, she had a package of disinfectant wipes in her hand, and she wiped the table briskly before clearing her throat. “I’m not sure if you’re still interested in having pizza with me or not, but -”

“Of course I am.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Unless you want me to leave?”

“No, I want you to stay,” she said quickly. “The pizza’s probably cold, though.”

He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her, hoping to dispel the slight awkwardness. “Totally worth it, Emmy-pie.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t call me that. You know I hate it.”

“Do you?” he said innocently as he wiped his hands with a disinfectant wipe before sitting down. “I had no idea.”

She rolled her eyes and flipped open the pizza box. “Shut up and eat your pizza, Lucas.”

“Yes, Emma.”

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