Page 24 of Bad Call
“Can you look at me, Stell?” I plead. I can’t bear the thought of her gaze not being locked onto mine as I slide inside her. I spent too many years with my eyes closed during sex, conjuring up her face so I could feel her with me again for just a moment. It was wrong—I know that—but I didn’t care. I was like an addict, just needing one quick hit to take the edge off so I could make it through another night without her.
She obeys, her gorgeous caramel pools opening wide, pulling memories from the first time I ever had her like this to the front of my mind as if it happened just yesterday. I loved her then, and even though our journey has been one of pain and longing, I love her now. Soon, after we’ve laid all our cards on the table, I’ll tell her. But tonight, I’ll let my body do the talking, taking care of her in all the ways she’s deprived herself of since the day we said goodbye.
I keep my eyes on hers, slowly pushing my crown inside. She tenses, discomfort twisting her expression, so I stop my movements. I can’t stand the thought of hurting her. She has a drawer full of toys, but none of them are as big as I am. She needs more prep.
A frustrated whine slips past her lips when I pull out, so I press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re too tight, baby. I need to stretch you a little first. I promise, we’ll get through this. An earthquake could reduce this place to apile of rubble around us, and that still wouldn’t stop me from fucking you tonight.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her lids falling closed as I snake a hand downward, rubbing her engorged clit in firm figure eights. Her body melts into the mattress, the sounds of her gratified moans filling the air around us.
I sink a finger inside her, relieved to feel that she’s getting wetter with every slow, deliberate pump. Her noises get louder and prettier as I work her up, twisting and scissoring against her walls until she’s a writhing mess underneath me. Her hands ball around the sheets, knuckles going completely colorless as she squeezes. When I feel like we can try again, I pull out, using the wetness that’s covering my hand to lubricate myself because I’m sure as hell not letting it go to waste. Her gaze flares with need as I coat my shaft in her glistening arousal.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I taunt. “Watching me paint your cum all over my cock?” She doesn’t answer at first, too entranced in the way my hand slides up and down, so I land a tight slap to her clit to get her attention. Her body jolts from the bed, a high-pitched whimper pushing past her lips as her eyes go wide.
“Answer me, Stell. Tell me you fucking love seeing your juices all over me. Claiming me. Owning me like you always have.”
She nods her head, a rough swallow working its way down her throat. “I love it. P-please, Em. I need you. Just fuck me. I don’t care if it hurts.” I can’t deny her when she begs, not that I want to. I’m just as desperate for her as she is for me, even though I’m doing everything I can to stayin control of the situation, so I don’t move too fast, too soon. Despite her request, I’m not going to intentionally cause her pain.
Lowering back down on top of her, I slide my erection along her slit, gathering as much wetness as I can. She’s drenched, providing plenty of lubrication as I ease forward again, this time breaching her entrance with my head. Her brows pull in slightly, but there isn’t nearly as much resistance as before, so I feed her another inch before pausing to let her adjust.
“Good girl,” I croon. “Nice and slow. Just breathe for me, okay?”
Following my instruction, she takes a deep inhale, blowing it out through pursed lips. I feel her inner muscles relax even more, taking the opportunity to push in until my balls are pressed tightly to her asshole. My eyes roll back as I bury myself to the hilt, the incomparable feeling of being inside this woman almost making me fill her before I’ve even really moved. Her cunt flutters around me, a low moan tumbling into the air between us and telling me that, while it’s a tight fit, it still feels good for her.
“Oh, God,” she gasps. “Emmett, you’re so deep. I can’t.” She attempts to twist away, but I grip her hip, pinning her to the bed as I begin thrusting in and out.
“You can, baby,” I say darkly. “And you fucking will. This pussy was made to take me.Only me.” The thought sends pleasure rushing through me, the tight hug of her channel a mind-bending reminder of the fact that I had her first time, and each one after that. Nobody has ever experiencedStella’s body in the ways I have, and that’s worth more to me than I ever imagined it would be.
She opens more for me with each slow stroke, until I’m able to go faster and harder, pounding into her with everything I have. Her gorgeous tits bounce, heaving with every sharp inhale as her orgasm barrels toward her. I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want to make her fall apart around me right now, so I grind my pelvis into her clit, coaxing the release that I know is already so close to the surface.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Squeeze that hot little cunt around my cock. Give me what I suffered too goddamn long for.”
With that, she explodes, her climax cresting as she clamps down like a vise. I do everything I can to hold back, not wanting this to be over so soon. But when her nails dig into my shoulders, my name tumbling from her plump lips in a loud scream, I don’t stand a chance.
“Can I come inside you?” I grunt, using the last of my self-restraint to wait for an answer. My most recent test came back negative across the board, and I haven’t been with anyone since I moved here, so I’m not worried about that. But everything happened so fast tonight that I didn’t even think to ask about birth control—not that I give a fuck, really. It’s her call, though.
“Yes,” she rushes out, hooking her ankles around my ass like she thinks I’d ever leave the warmth of her body unless she explicitly told me to. “Fill me up, Emmett. I missed it so much.”
I pump my hips without abandon, reveling in every sensation that passes through me as I do. For the first timein what feels like forever, this isn’t just about a release. It’s not going to end with regret or wishing she were someone else. This is Stella—my girl—and I’m about to claim her again.
“Fuck, baby.Fuck!” I shout, my orgasm pulling tight in my core and tingling all over until it finally detonates, every part of me splintering into a million pieces as I shoot thick, scorching ropes of cum into her. My entire body convulses, my fists clenching around anything within their grip, so I don’t float away. It’s the most euphoric pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m so lost to it that I barely register when she comes again, only catching on when the pressure from her rippling walls causes an almost painful overstimulation. Involuntary tremors rack my frame, my back teeth sinking into my tongue until, finally, it begins to fade away.
Slowly, I float back down to earth, fighting through the fog that clouds my vision as soon as I’m able to peel my lids open. Stella lies there, completely spent, her dark curls a knotted mess against the pillow. Her cheeks are red and damp with sweat, heavy breaths making her chest rise and fall rapidly as she attempts to recover. She’s never been more beautiful.
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers in a passionate kiss. She barely has the energy to reciprocate, despite her efforts, and I chuckle at how exhausted she is. She’s on her own, though—because I feel like going for round two already. It’s possible that my thirst for this woman will never be fully quenched, so I hope she’s prepared to be ravaged every chance I get.
“Are you okay?” I ask, lazily thrusting my hips becauseI just can’t stop. The feel of my cum inside her wakes up the most possessive part of me, wanting to do everything I can to push it in further. I want to be leaking from between her thighs for days. Every time she walks, I want her to feel me—and to be brought right back to this moment.
She hums a contented sigh, her lips tugging into a smile. “I’m perfect. I fantasized about that so many times over the years. Nothing comes close to the real thing, though.”
I raise a brow. “Is that why you have a drawer full of fake dicks? You were trying to replicate what you got from me?”
She groans, an adorable cringe scrunching up her nose. “Can we not talk about those? It’s bad enough that you saw them at all.”
I grin cockily. “Well, get used to it, Wild Girl. Because they just became my new teammates. I plan on fucking you with every last toy you own. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.” Pulling my softening cock from her swollen pussy, I look down to watch as my load leaks out. Unable to accept the idea of wasting a single drop, I reach down, scooping it up and carefully stuffing it back where it belongs. She whimpers softly, her eyes fluttering closed as though she loves the idea of being marked by me as much as I do.
My eyes slide back up her soft, flawless skin, connecting with her sleepy gaze. “You tired?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Stella used to wake me for sex whenever I stayed over and she couldn’t sleep. She swore that it was magic, the way she could go from wide awake to completely exhausted after a couple oforgasms. It’s crazy how far back my memories with her go.
I laugh. “Remember that last summer? You bet me that I couldn’t name five Bella Simon songs, which I did—easily, by the way—and you agreed to be free use for an entire forty-eight hours?” I smirk. “I fucked you so many times, I thought my dick was going to fall off.”
