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I’m still coming, my entire body trembling, when Jeremy stands. He rips his shirt over his head and shoves his shorts and briefs down, tatted thigh on sexy display and long, thick cock springing free. I want to lick the bead of precum on the tip, but I don’t have time because with one hand gripping his cock and his other anchored to my hip, Jeremy pushes into me in one motion. Our twin moans fill the kitchen. He pulls out part way and pushes back in, his hands sliding around to grab my ass.
“Fuck, Ems, you feel amazing,” he grits out. “Your pussy is strangling my cock like it was made for me to fill. I want to fill every fucking inch of you. There will never be anyone else who fits me like you do. You’re fucking mine, Pretty Girl.”
His strokes speed up, and he holds me in place as his pelvis grinds against my clit every time he slams back into me. His gaze is fixed on the spot where we’re joined, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watches his cock move in and out of me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I grab Jeremy’s face in both hands, yanking his head up so his eyes meet mine.
“You’re fucking mine too,” I pant out, feeling another orgasm coiling inside of me as Jeremy’s fingers grip me harder, holding me more firmly against his thrusts. “Fill me up, Jer. We’re perfect together.”
His gold-rimmed eyes swirl with an emotion that has my breath stuttering. And when he kisses me again, hard and deep, my own emotions threaten to rise right along with my release. All I can do is grip his shoulders and hold on for the ride.
Jeremy pistons his hips, a groan rumbling through his chest as I wrap my legs around his back and pull him impossibly closer into the cradle of my thighs. The move tips my hips up just enough to change the angle, and his next stroke hits a spot deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. Pleasure bursts through me.
“God, yes, right there.” I moan against Jeremy’s lips, my voice low and needy. “It feels so good. So, so good. I need to come. Jeremy,fuck,” I gasp out as he yanks me closer to him, grazing his teeth along my jaw and the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“Come for me, Pretty Girl. Make this pussy choke the cum right out of me.”
Jeremy dips his head and captures my nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue at the same time he slams inside of me, hitting that spot again. I detonate around him, coming on a cry, latching my teeth onto his shoulder as he slams into me.
“Shit, Ems. I’m gonna…Fuuuck.”
Jeremy slaps a hand to the cabinet by my head as his hips jerk, cock swelling inside me as he groans out his release. He works us both through our orgasms, and when we’re wrung dry, I drop my head on Jeremy’s shoulder, both of us panting, hearts hammering.
“Jesus Christ, Ems, that was amazing. You’re amazing,” Jeremy manages, kissing my temple and gliding his hands upand down my spine in a way that makes me want to curl against him and stay like this forever.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Emma
“Coffee, Ems?”
Dressed for the day and hair damp from the shower, I take the mug Jeremy hands me.
“Now this is service.” I kiss his cheek while I watch him dump pumpkin creamer into his own coffee.
“Want some coffee with that creamer?” His coffee choices never fail to amuse me.
Jeremy abandons his coffee to kiss me. He tastes like toothpaste and sex, and it makes me want to dive right back into bed with him. When we break apart, he grins.
“I love the pumpkin creamer. Any seasonal creamer really. Just wait until it’s peppermint season. I hoard that shit like the world is ending.”
I chuckle, following him into the living room to curl up on the couch for a few minutes before I leave for work and he goes home to change to meet Ben at the bar. Jeremy grins at me again over his mug, and I love this moment so much I want to bottle it up and keep it forever.
We’ve barely gotten a chance to enjoy it before someone knocks on the door.
“Who the hell is here at nine in the morning?”
Jeremy shrugs. “Package?”
“I didn’t order anything,” I mumble, handing Jeremy my coffee mug and hauling myself off the couch.
It isn’t a package though. It’s Hallie.
“What are you doing here?”
“Good morning to you too, Em.”
“Sorry. Hi. Good morning. Why are you at my house when I’m about to see you at our office?”
