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“You like when I smack your tight ass, don’t you?”
“Yes, fuck,” I grunt as my body moves on the desk.
“Play with your pussy, Emma, rub that clit,” he demands.
I reach under and begin to rub my clit. My pussy tightens on him and we both let out a moan. He smacks my ass a few times until I am nearly shouting how good it all feels. It’s taking over my body, ripping me apart in the best fucking way. I want the release, but I don’t want it to end. However, when he smacks me again before digging his fingers back into my hips, fucking me harder than he has yet, it’s unstoppable.
“Drake,” I shout as I continue to rub my pussy. I continue moaning, feeling like my body is ripping in half.
He pounds into me and the sounds he is making, the sounds I am causing him to make, cause my orgasm to go on and on. I know he’s close because his fingers are painfully gripping my hips now as my pussy takes it punishment.
“Fuck, Emma,” he groans out as his orgasm crashes around him.
It takes us both a bit to catch our breaths, before he backs up a bit. Once I hear the zipper of his pants, I slowly lift myself from the desk. Standing straight, I fix my skirt as he finishes buckling his belt once again.
Gently placing his hands on either side of my face, he searches my eyes. “You’re fucking unbelievable, Emma, almost too good to be true.” He kisses me, as his thumbs brush my cheeks. “Stay with me this weekend,” he says, looking extremely vulnerable.
I don’t even need a second to think. A smile hits my lips as I say, “Yes, I’d really like that.”
An entire weekend with him, damn. I don’t know what I want more, sex or getting him to open up to me. Both of them turn me on.
Chapter 24
Drake
Gettinghome I hang my keys on the key rack by the door and drop my briefcase next to the couch. The house is nearly done and it’s fucking amazing. I’ve been able to keep the ranch feel but with a modern look. The neutral walls against the dark original hardwood floors seem to make everything else pop. My gray couch against the wall and two black chairs on either side of the fireplace in the living room, look great with the painting I had done in New York. It’s of the Rorschach test displaying one ink blot in hues of blue. I’ve found it extremely interesting how people perceive it, which is exactly the point.
Moving through the narrow hall, I pass the staircase on my left and turn into the kitchen on my right. Grabbing a beer out of the fridge, I look to see what I’ve got in the house, considering I asked Emma to spend the weekend here. It would be fucked up if I didn’t have anything to feed her. Noticing that I have enough of everything, I go outside to have a smoke before I change out of my suit.
Loosening my tie, I light my cigarette and lean back in my chair. Thinking back to the way Emma teased me in study group, I need to adjust my cock. It was unbelievably hot looking at her bare pussy while the rest of the class had no idea. I couldn’t take it when she started touching herself and with ten minutes left I dismissed the class. The need to fuck her was too much for me. After I did though, it was like I wanted more. I didn’t want to watch her walk away and hope I got to talk with her over the weekend, I wanted her with me.
I glance over at the barn and let out a sigh. I’m falling for her. It wasn’t something I intended to let happen, hell I’ve been trying to push it down, but it’s impossible. The way she makes me feel so full of life, so ridiculously happy, not to mention I’ve never been more attracted to someone in my entire life. The age difference doesn’t bother me like I thought it would. She sure as hell doesn’t act eleven years younger. She’s smart, sexy, and ready to take on the world.
My phone ringing breaks my thoughts and I grab it out of my pocket. “Hey man, what’s up?”
“Drake, I’ve got steaks, burgers, and hot dogs and an invite list a mile long. It’s time to christen that ranch,” Liam nearly shouts with excitement.
Fuck. “As much fun as that sounds, I have plans,” I say.
“Bullshit. Come on brother, let’s have some fun,” he says.
Truth time. Lighting another cigarette, I blow out a puff of smoke. “I’m not bullshitting you, I really do have plans. Emma is spending the weekend here,” I confess.
He’s quiet for too long and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. There’s not much that causes him to be speechless. Not that I care in all honesty what he thinks, I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. What matters is what Emma and I think, and we’re happy. At least I am. I think it’s time for me to be the adult and tell her how I feel, even if it makes me feel like I’m a nervous high school kid.
“First of all, I think you need to be careful. What? Are you two like a couple?” he finally asks.
That’s the question of the day. I believe we are, but she’s young and maybe it’s not where she is. A conversation is definitely needed.
“We’re taking it a day at a time, man,” I say.
“I’m happy for you, but it’s no reason not to have a party tonight. Come on, she’s a college girl, she’s gonna love it. There’s no one from the university, they don’t know she’s a student and you’re her professor. It’s just friends and chicks and friends of chicks who will bring their chick friends. Don’t take the chicks away from me,” he whines.
Laughing, I get up and go inside. “Let me talk to Emma and see if she’s comfortable with it. I’ll call you back in a half hour.”
He excitedly hangs up and I run upstairs, calling Emma as I walk into my room.
“Hello?” she answers.
