Page 115 of One Night Only
“Yes…” She groans, but she’s so desperate right now, I don’t know if I believe her.
I reach into the nightstand and take out a condom. Balancing on my knees, I quickly sheath myself while Emily watches on with needy eyes, and then I’m right back where I belong, nestled between her thighs. Leaning in, I kiss her lips as I link under her left knee, pulling her leg up higher, and, as I slide my tongue into her mouth, I thrust into her hot, wet cunt, our sounds muffled by our kiss. At the feel of my cock filling her, her walls clamp around me like a fucking vice.
Taking a moment to adjust, I break our kiss just enough to rest my forehead against Emily’s, both of us breathing hard, shallow, and fast. When I look into her beautiful eyes, I know without a single shred of doubt that this woman is it for me. There is no one else. There never will be anyone else. If I had my way right now, I’d go back and delete every other woman I’ve been with, because she is all I want, and right now, as I look deep into her eyes, I know she feels the same way.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth as I pull out slowly, almost all the way, before sliding back in at an almost torturous pace.
“I love you,” Emily whispers, her head lolling back into the pillows. “Oh, my God, that feels so good.”
Ducking down, I kiss her neck, dragging my tongue over her pulse point, sucking it gently. With lazy thrusts, I continue fucking her, hitting her deeper each time.
“Yes, baby, right there.” She moans, biting down on her bottom lip to muffle her sounds.
Fuck, when she calls me baby… I hitch her leg up a little higher, squeezing my glutes and driving up and into her, so hard, so deep, still so slow, it’s both agony and ecstasy.
“You’re going to come,” I whisper. I can see it in the way her chest heaves, the way her breath hitches, in the way that pretty pink flush climbs up her neck and onto her cheeks.
Emily nods, teeth digging into her bottom lip almost painfully hard, and I shift my hips so my pelvis grinds against her clit with every thrust of my cock. Holding her knee up, I fuck her hard, relentless, feeling her cunt clench around me in that telltale sign that she’s right there.
“Ohmygod, Dallas,” she squeaks, her thighs quaking.
I slam my mouth against hers, swallowing her cries as I pin her, my cock so deep. She comes around me, falling apart in the best possible way, her whole body shuddering as I take everything. And when she’s done, I don’t give her time to catch her breath, instead lifting up onto my knees, dragging her down the bed and pushing both her legs up and apart, holding her open so wide and driving straight back into her.
“Oh fuck, I’m still coming!” She gasps, hiccupping a breath, mouth gaping as she stares up at me, coming silently, her body convulsing as her release seeps out around my cock and all over the sheets.
“Quiet, Goldie,” I shush her with a cocky grin, my thrusts hard, deep, but fast this time because I’m so close. I pull both her legs up, clamping them together and hugging her calves to my chest, the angle and the tightness sending my own movements frantic and jerky, the filthy sounds of our bodies slapping together seemingly amplified throughout the room.
“You… are… mine,” I whisper between every thrust. “All,”thrust, “fucking,”thrust, “mine,”thrust. “Say it, Goldie,” I utter. “Look me in my eyes and say it.”
“I’m yours!” she grits out, her face a kaleidoscope of pleasure, pain, desperation, and beauty.
“Goodfuckinggirl,” I say on a whimper. “You’re such a good girl you’re going to make me come… again.” I growl, pumping into her once, twice, three times before exploding violently, my orgasm tearing through me as I spill into the condom, deep inside her spasming cunt.
When I can’t take any more, I release Emily’s legs and collapse on top of her, careful not to squash her but barely able to keep myself upright. Emily wraps her arms around me, holding me tight, and we stay like that for what could be hours, days, minutes, or seconds for all I know, until my breathing evens out and my heart rate eases.
Pulling up onto my elbow, I look down at my girl, at how beautiful she looks, and I can’t help but grin.
“What are you smirking at?” She quirks a brow. “Am I a hot mess?”
“You look even more beautiful when you’re thoroughly fucked, baby,” I murmur, pressing a whisper kiss to her lips.
Emily’s face twists with a look of worry that’s both adorable and concerning.
“What is it?” I move my weight off her, careful I’m not hurting her.
“I think we’re going to have to wash these sheets,” she says with a nervous smile.
I chuckle, relaxing into her again and, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, I reassure her with the same words I will keep telling her over and over again: “I’ve got you, Goldie.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at the small, gift-wrapped box in my hands, nervously chewing on my bottom lip as I hear the faucet shut off in the bathroom. Less than a minute later, Emily walks out looking every bit the love of my life dressed in those black tights that show off her perfect legs, her white sneakers, and my New York Thunder team hoodie that hits her at mid-thigh and displays my number on the upper arm, screaming MINE. I bite down on my tongue.Calm down, Tex.
Emily pauses, looking at me, her eyes widening as she glances at the door. “Sorry, was I too long?”
I balk. “What? No, of course not.”
With a relieved sigh, she walks over to the dresser where her jewelry is, and she starts putting the little silver hoops in her earlobes, an adorable crease of concentration etched between her eyebrows as she looks at herself in the mirror.
I stand, holding the gift in the palm of my hand, walking up behind her. She meets my gaze in the mirror before turning and looking up at me with a curious smile, smoothing her hands down over my chest, over the ugly-ass knitted Christmas sweater each member of the Shaw family is forced to wear every Christmas. A tradition started by my gran when she was alive and knitted the dang things. Mine is now at least two sizes too small and has a big set of baubles on the front of it, but of course I still wear it every year, because I know it makes my momma happy.
